The prison of Noxus, the shelter of all evil, the dense underground structure, disintegrated and rebuilt, like a beehive with no end in sight. It is impossible for www.biquge.info to search for a person from this huge semi-ruin.

"You have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death!"

Goulard roared at his men.

It's been three days, maybe the kid is dead.

Goulard's control over the prison was limited to his domination of the market. If one wants to survive here, one must get supplies from the regular market. The Goulard sent men to keep an eye on the market, but the boy had never been to the market at all. There was only one possibility, and the kid let the dark artifact be killed.

The upper nobles kept their estates in prison and claimed ownership of them, even if all the land was in ruins.

Because there is a possibility of buried dark artifacts in the ruins.

This is the reason why the upper nobles did not completely abandon the underground world. And the slums on the outskirts of Noxus are ignored. So much so that the ignorant will have the illusion that the prison is a better place than a slum, but it is even more hellish than a slum, a hell deprived of sunlight and air.

Goulard took a deep breath, the pungent smell of discarded wizard potions, reminding him that he was still alive. This is the way numb people are accustomed to confirming that they are still alive. Time is running out, and if he can't find what the general asks for, Gurad may become a cold corpse, like buried in the ruins.

One of his subordinates arrived: "President, the man sent by the general has arrived!"

The prison is surrounded by strong high walls, and it is very slow to go back and forth, and it is necessary to carry an elevator of nearly 100 meters. The smog is thicker than one might think, accounting for one-third of the height of the wall. Even more incredible than this exaggerated wall is the underground—there is no bottom, and no one knows what is really underneath, because whoever goes down will never be able to come up again.

It is said that the wizards have discarded too many potions below, forming an abyss of the dark element, and if you fall down, you will be devoured to the dregs. Because leaning over to listen, you will hear the voice of the bound spirit. Therefore, people would rather throw their cold corpses in dark corners than be thrown into the abyss and never be reborn.

Gurad shuddered, and was about to be questioned, was he going to take this fat to stuff the darkness between his teeth?

Gulad reported the loss of the Death Blade to the visitor.

"Oh, President Goulard, do you mean that the Blade of Death was snatched by an unknown hairy boy?"

"Yes, Venerable Lord LeBlanc..."

"Aha-haha-" LeBlanc laughed, her purple pupils flickering, and she seemed to be genuinely happy, or she had heard a joke.

LeBlanc stroked her long purple hair, this action was close to teasing, the half-thin purple gauze was small, and the slightest could not hide the alluring skin light, and the twin peaks were as deep as a ravine, and the groove clearly extended down to the perfectly rounded small umbilicus, which made the man think angrily that if he stirred inside, what kind of naughty shape would the small umbilicus become?

Goulad collected his thoughts, forced the temperature of the fire in his lower abdomen, and said with a dry smile: "Lord LeBlanc, what do you think should be done?"

LeBlanc: "What to do? Isn't that nice?" "The Deathblade is a dangerous dark device, and General Durkkao asked me to seal it in order to contain its danger. It's just right to be lost, and when that kid is sucked dry of blood by the blade of death, won't this thing return to its undiscovered state?"

Goulard was pleasantly surprised: "Lord LeBlanc, is what you said true?

LeBlanc smiled lightly, "Isn't it? Trust me, I'll lie to you?"

With a boulder in his heart, Goulard beckoned his men and opened a bottle of century-old wine to entertain them.

LeBlanc drank it all, the bright red wine juice reflected her purple lips with a layer of burning, and she continued to follow the temptation: "You quickly withdraw the searcher, otherwise if you really find that kid, your men will only become a tonic for the Death Blade." ”

Gourd nodded yes, and was about to give orders to his subordinates, when one of his subordinates staggered in and shouted, "Oh no! Boss, my brothers have been killed! Only I and Rodon have escaped! He... His knife is so sharp, as soon as everyone fights, two people will bring weapons and be cut in half together!"

Gulard was shocked: "How is this possible?!"

LeBlanc said in a sneer, "The people have already arrived." ”

As soon as the words fell, the head of the subordinate had quietly slipped from his neck.

It is difficult to stop once a person breaks through the shackles.

This sentence aptly describes the current Tyrone. Knowing that this knife was so powerful, what else did Tyrone hide? Thirst for blood, in an extreme trance, Tyrone was dominated by the blade of death, killing a tracker, and only then did he recover consciousness. The Blade of Death is too powerful, slashing people, as easy as slicing tofu, fast and accurate, can be near and far. Occasionally, someone sneaks up from a dead end, and under the 40 points of armor of the Raptor Cloak, they can't even do a scrape.

The Raptor Cloak is spread out by a pair of shoulder guards and claws, enveloping it in a cloak of water. It looks like a cloak, but it is more like a net hastily woven with ribbons. There are holes in the net, but the blade can't pass through, and there is a layer of wind elemental shield to cover it.

The wind elemental is a wonderful magic, it can add defense, it can also draw water from the air, moisturize and heal injuries, and it can also provide acceleration and make the body more agile.

Tyrone loved the raptor's cloak, and it not only saved itself, but also protected itself, and it didn't waste itself using it as a name.

Recognizing one's own strength is like breaking through some kind of restriction and getting out of control. Tyrone took the initiative to find the Imcorruptible Gold Lock and even attacked it. Here's something important about Tyrone. The black gourd, the clue to Tyrone's origins, must be retrieved. After being caught before, Tyrone changed his clothes, and now he is very anxious, for fear that the person who does not wear the gold lock will throw away the original clothes and gourds together.

As soon as the mentality is inflated, it is easy to carry and fight.

Tyrone ignored LeBlanc behind Goulard, believing that she was just an ordinary prostitute and not a threat of combat effectiveness.

Tyrone: "Where's my black gourd?!Goulard, if you throw it away, then you can die today!"

Gulad laughed angrily and drew his sword: "Stinky boy, all your abilities are nothing more than from the Blade of Death," mockingly looking at the other party's almost undead skeleton face, "Look at you, you are almost sucked dry of blood by it!"

Tyrone: "Where's my black gourd?!Where's my black gourd?!"

Say the important thing three times.

Gudra: "Oh! I thought it was a new variety of vegetables that people would take to the kitchen. This time I should be able to eat it hot. ”

Tyrone burst out: "You are looking for death!" As soon as the grass was cut and the roots were removed, the scimitar released three flying knives in an instant, and cut them towards Gudra.

When Gourd saw this move for the first time, he swung his sword to block it, only to hear a "buzz" sound, and the long sword broke in response! In shock, Goulad's eyes were full of anger, and he pulled LeBlanc on the side as a shield!

It's another move!Tyrone frowned, held down the scimitar, and retrieved the three throwing knives. Compared to three days ago, Tyrone now has mastered the Death Blade.

Tyrone: "Let her go! I'll spare you from dying, as long as you hand over my things." ”

Gouard put the broken sword on LeBlanc's neck and responded, "I already said that the gourd was put in the kitchen, whether it was put in the pot or not, I don't know for sure." ”

Tyrone's heart sank slightly, and finally kept his promise, his arm hung down and the scimitar said, "You go..."

Goulard let go of LeBlan, took two steps forward, and suddenly made a stabbing motion!

Frontal sneak attack?

Tyrone didn't let his guard down, but he also wondered what was the use of the other party doing this?

The answer was soon revealed, only to see a flash of arcane brilliance, space shock, Gurad with the help of a flash, narrowed the distance between the two of them, and the broken sword stabbed into Tyrone's chest and abdomen. And Tyrone just habitually clutched his stomach and grabbed the blade.

Goulard: "Die, stinky boy! The Raptor Cloak will protect your back, not your front." ”

LeBlanc said to herself, "Funny boy, you can make such a low-level mistake in this prison world. ”

A large amount of blood loss, and this feeling of deprivation of consciousness, suddenly occupied Tyrone's mind. The dark consciousness took over, and seeing that Tyrone was about to fall softly, he suddenly exerted his strength and raised his hand to counterattack with a sword, piercing Gulard's heart.

Goulard: "You-?!" Unable to speak any longer, Gulard's whole body quickly lost its color, and all blood was drained.

Tyrone gasped slightly, his heart was so dangerous, careless, if it weren't for the fact that this was a broken sword, and he didn't stab too deeply, otherwise he would die again.

Tyrone: "Another cold corpse...", his heart was complicated, and his gaze at LeBlanc softened, "My name is Tyrone, are you?"

LeBlanc smiled: "Black Rose LeBlanc." ”

Tyrone: "Black Rose?" pondered the meaning of the title, as the strong fluctuations of magic alerted him and habitually turned his body away. The sharp pain in the abdomen made the dodge fail.

Tyrone exclaimed, "You're a mage?!"

"Don't move," LeBlanc "shh You're injured and need to be treated quickly. "Leave behind an intoxicating scent of roses to reassure Tyrone. Two fingers went all the way down to the wound that Tyrone was holding.

Tyrone hesitated, and LeBlanc's purple eyes flashed, clear as a starry sky.

LeBlanc: "Let me help you heal, I'll heal magic." Why, don't you believe me?" pretending to be aggrieved and looking pitiful, "Let me help you deal with your injuries, you saved me just now, will I still lie to you?"

Tyrone was torn in his heart, but he always felt that he had seen LeBlanc somewhere, and a voice in his head told him not to believe her.

(When LeBlanc says, "Am I going to lie to you?"" everyone on earth knows she's lying!)

Tyrone said in his heart: Excessive blood loss has caused delusions...

Tyrone let go of the hand covering the wound, and LeBlanc drew a six-petal rose-shaped magic mark on the wound, and then drew a magic mark in the air, and the two magic marks collided, and with a "bang", the explosion lifted Tyrone away, and blew out the room through the wall!

LeBlanc laughed loudly: "Classic misleading! Oh, you're not dead, your life is really tenacious." ”

Deceived, Tyrone coughed up blood and said, "Why are you attacking me?

LeBlanc was already holding a staff and walking slowly, his half-worn body showing a catwalk curve comparable to that of world-class fashion.

LeBlanc: "You really think that pig can hurt me?" "Why? You're holding the Blade of Death, the most physically damaging piece of equipment ever recorded. And I'm a mage, this thing is useless to me, but if it falls into the hands of others, it's a big potential threat. Originally, how nice it would have been for you to stay in a corner and die without anyone finding out—" the conversation turned to rage, "Now, let's have some fun." ”

A magic chain tied up the immobile Tyrone, and the seemingly ordinary chain was like a high-temperature soldering iron, scalding Tyrone to the point of a heart-rending roar!

LeBlanc laughed wildly, "Yes, I can withstand the first stage of the body's flame injury, but what about the second stage of the soul flame injury?"

Tyrone in a frenzy, didn't have time to curse in his heart, and a strong mental fluctuation covered his soul like a raging flame!

"Ahh

Tyrone only felt that there were thousands of knives, cutting every part of his body in all directions, inside and out, bones and internal organs, even the tip of a finger, even a hair.

When his consciousness was about to collapse and disappear, a supreme flame poured out from the primordial god, suppressing the invading fire elemental. All the fire elementals stopped instantly, as if obeying the orders of this Supreme Flame, and remained motionless.

In the confusion, the will to survive helped a part of the memory.

"The true fire of the sun dispels this fire!"

"Sentence Mangyi Pulse Method, restore life!"

"Nine Heavens Xuansu decided to sneak into this woman's memories and understand the world as soon as possible. ”

LeBlanc was still giggling: "What's the matter, is it already in pain and fainting? This is not good, who allowed you to sleep?" Slowly stepped forward, unable to feel the other party's breathing, and muttered to himself, "Are you really dead? I thought you had a skeletal face like an undead and could be embraced by this fire for a little longer, disappointing!"

LeBlanc reached out to investigate, only to see that the other party was holding her left hand, and the phantom chain was tied to her arm.

LeBlanc: "What?!" shocked, "The Phantom Chain is out of my control!"

"Originally, I was hesitant to control you, you vicious woman, you really have to force me to be poisonous. ”

In LeBlanc's stunned expression, the two looked at each other, and LeBlanc was stunned and recovered, not noticing that she had been hit by the Nine Heavens Xuansu Decision, and her mind was captured by the other party.

LeBlanc: "You?!You're not dead?!"

At this time, Tyrone seems to have nothing to do with the word "death", the undead skeletal face has returned to life, the beautiful face, the skin is more crystal than a woman, and LeBlana is stunned.

Tyrone immediately clicked on her acupuncture and restrained her. He pressed her to the ground, lifted her robe, pressed it underneath her, and parted her long legs from behind.

LeBlanc: "What are you going to do?!"

The corners of Tyrone's mouth curled: "Do what you did to me before - build your own joy on the pain of others." ”

"I'm not going to let you go!

Tyrone mocked, "I'm lying again." You're so happy that your heart is about to jump out. "Scoop your hand, scoop up a soft and delicate lump, kneading, "Look, the violent beating in the chest." ”

LeBlanc gasped, "Nonsense! I won't...", his cheeks burned straight to his head, and LeBlanc looked back with a red face: "How do you know?"

This question made Tyrone stop moving. The little memory that Tyrone had just Fu Su had just made was like a stone that suddenly appeared in the sea, and now it slowly sank into the sea. In the blink of an eye, most of it was forgotten.

What is that, I always feel very important to me, but I can't remember it. However, the second sentence of the Mangyi Pulse Method, although most of the language has been forgotten, the body meridians have been used to resist the erosion of the Death Blade.

Tyrone immediately realized: he couldn't remember words, and he could use his body's meridians to remember them. Meridians, perhaps it is more appropriate to call them magic circuits here.

Meditation to remember the feeling of the body, there is a small stream of heat energy swimming throughout the body, dispersing the fire of the underworld, it should be the true fire of the sun; the vigorous energy like a plant, greatly increasing the speed of blood return, it should be the method of changing the pulse of the sentence; there is also a spiritual link of the secret rhythm, to remember this, one person can't do it, you have to interact with men and women...

Seeing that he had stopped moving, LeBlanc said slightly: "You let me go, I will take you to the world above and leave this dark underground prison." Okay, okay?"

LeBlanc said in his heart: When I restrain you, find a ruin to hang you up and play slowly, until you can no longer put on any expression on this face, I will make you into a magical specimen collection. Well, it must be good to be able to hold the Death Blade, and there may be new discoveries in magical experiments. It's this cute face, it's hard to find another one without it... When the time comes, cut off the head and keep it separately as a souvenir.

Tyrone said in his heart: ... A vicious heart...

What kind of twisted world is this magic experiment?

Tyrone: "Thank me, I suddenly want to correct a little bit, the world in front of me, including you. ”

Tyrone flipped LeBlanc over and grabbed her ankles with both hands.

LeBlanc: "Stop! you'll regret it!"

Tyrone: "Those vicious thoughts in your heart are so hard for me to regret them. ”

Tyrone fumbled for a while, untied the left and right locks on his high heels, and removed his shoes, "I'm weird to wear high heels and have to lock them, but fortunately I'm an expert in lockpicking." "That's right, your weakness is the center of your foot. ”

LeBlanc panicked: "I don't understand what I mean, how can that kind of thing be possible?"

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Tyrone rubbed the soles of her feet, and LeBlanc spat out her tongue and put her fingers in her mouth to bite it, trying to suppress her throat desperately. But the conduction of the surging of the heart of her feet made it difficult for her to control herself, "Ah-" The high-pitched cry that resounded through her heart and lungs could no longer be hidden, and a series of pleasant notes came out of her mouth.