From where his head was sticking in, Griffith just saw a pair of long white and tender legs, and the short jeans hung at the knee, and the woman was gently pressed by the elbow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to improve their lives, fewer employees have been depressed because of the long-term absence from the day, and in the secret laboratory, Hao Er Zhongtai has arranged a large living area. In this living area, he has built gyms, bars, KTV and other equipment for entertainment and stress relief, and as the bar girl who is most sought after by men, of course, he has prepared a lot.

The one in front of me is a newcomer, a sommelier named LUCY, who was young and ignorant and was brought here by the Hao Er Zhongtai organization, and he cried and comforted himself, and now he is just over a month old.

The woman with loose hair and smoky makeup looked like a woman who had just gotten out of bed, looking at Griffith with her mouth open and a look of surprise. She blinked as she looked at Griffith and the wall arched by his head, bewildered. So the big demon cleared his throat and coughed pretendedly: "...... Well, you continue to ......"

After speaking, the big demon pulled his head out of the hole in the wall and blew through his nose to clean the white ash from his nostrils.

The immaculately dressed Marquis Nicholas had just slouched out of the hole in the floor that Griffith had knocked out, he was a nobleman of the night, and his steps were elegant and indifferent.

Then the two fifth-order powerhouses tilted their heads to look at each other, Griffith straightened his half-gray hair with his right hand that glittered with silver index finger, and the latter also stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his slender and sharp nails.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying...... Unexpectedly, at a young age, the city government and combat experience are not bad, and they are really talented. Ho! Even as a high-ranking night nobleman, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry. ”

Hearing this, Griffith looked at his body, which had been called a big head since he was a child, with a complicated expression, and remembered the poignant growth of this little guy whose real name was Ji Aman. Just kidding, and jealous?!

"Talent your sister, Lao Tzu is a hard-working type of ......"

Griffith argues with reason, and he is very angry, Lao Tzu's efforts over the years are good and you want to erase it? ! The elegant nobles of the dark night looked at each other, and just shrugged their shoulders, as if they were whatever you wanted.

“……”

For such old things, Griffith doesn't talk nonsense at all, and pulls out a knife and stabs him. And Nicholas on the other side is also a man of action who is not willing to be lonely, seeing Griffith pounce on him, he showed his claws, stroked his long hair that had been smoothed down in a chic manner, and grabbed it straight with a force on his heels.

"Drink!"

"I don't know what to ...... or bad"

Between the ping-pong tennis, sparks splashed everywhere, and it was another battle of black smoke and miasma, chickens and dogs, and when the two of them spun, slicing everything in the room like a storm of blades, scratching the skin of the walls and scraping the floor. The two of them screamed again, and together they broke a new hole in the wall, and rushed into the new room with a shout.

The walls were pierced one after another, and the decoration and furniture were shredded.

The two stopped and fought along the way, and Griffith wanted to complete what the Scott people were obsessed with, and attacked the vampire ancient in front of him ruthlessly and accurately, looking forward to taking advantage of the other party's lack of rest, stabbing the girl with his silver index finger, and it was best to stab the two of them directly.

And the Marquis of Nicholas is not a fuel-efficient lamp, flirting with his legs, forking his eyes, and biting his neck are all recruited for a while, scratching and biting, and the two sides fight, if the action is slower, there is a slow-down function or something, it is really the same as a shrew doing everything.

"I order you to stop and raise your hands!"

During the period when the two of them were working, from time to time, soldiers under the command of Hao Er Zhongtai with weapons would come over and intervene, trying to use the advantages of numbers and weapons to do something, these people were more troublesome. Prince Nicholas's illusory body is not afraid of bullets, they can sweep with bullets with impunity, but the big demon is not, flesh and blood.

He usually chooses to use the terrain and dexterity to avoid them, but if he can't dodge, he breaks through the wall. Otherwise, let the Dark Hole out, and use the Dark Hole to have its own intelligence characteristics to carry out targeted sniping on these soldiers - the miscellaneous fish are small, but they are very annoying. If you gather too much, you will be cold, and you will bite down on the meat.

The reason why he asked the dark kiln to clean up the trash fish around him, instead of doing it himself. The main reason is that Griffith is completely trapped by His Excellency the Marquis of Vampire. Well, by now, he must admit it. The sissy on the other side who is powdered on his face and has white skin and tender skin, he does have two brushes.

'Boom'! Griffith and Nicholas confronted each other again, colliding, holding each other, and smashing a piece of cyan wooden door. In the flash of the knife, Griffith looked at the six ways, quickly broke away from the other party and jumped into the air, and at the same time, the wooden chairs and stainless steel tables on his left and right sides tore one after another in the slow time he jumped, showing five deep scratches.

"Soul Hook Claw ......"

The force of the leap carried Griffith to his feet, his head and feet hanging upside down in the air, his bright silver index finger thrust into Nicholas' right eye......

"I just like your grumpy ......"

Nicholas used his arms to roll Griffith's outstretched right arm like a hemp rope, overlapping each other, blocking its momentum, and the bent forearm was half solid and half atomized, spiraling all the way along the latter's arm, like a snake, the sharp claws flashed with cold light, trying to poke a hole in the big demon's neck: "Dead ......"

Griffith's eyes were fixed on the vicious and delicate man, but the long knife he had freed up kept going, as if it had a spirit of its own, and the knife went freely, slashing at his sharp fingernails. In the sound of metal handover, the big demon used this reaction force to deftly flip away, retreating half a meter.

"Try how this trick ......"

His body was spread and landed lightly on the edge of the window, and Griffith was half-crouched, the soles of his feet half hanging outside the edge of the window, half on the concrete edge of the window. He struck a strange pose, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and he held his long knife sideways and held it on his chest. All of a sudden, a fine wind gushed out from the rootless place, coiling around the body of the knife, slowly blowing the expressionless face of the big demon, stroking his hair-

Mystery ......

The Wind of the Four Directions......

In an instant, the light was shining.

A huge black wind, like a sketch line, poured in from the window behind the man, obscuring the sky and the sun, and even the sunlight behind it was obscured, thick as substance.

Everything in front of me quickly darkened and faded into a grayish hue, like an old photograph. The light and sound were distorted, and the face of the half-crouched window man was elongated in the wind, taking on an S-shaped swirl twist. All the colors around him were mixed up, including the man himself, in the black sketch-like lines, fading into black and white tones......

"The Wind of the Quartet...... Wind...... Wind ......"

The evil wind came out of nowhere, countless black silk threads surged, and the man on the window that was twisted into a polygonal abstract form was blown by the wind, and it was like a huge monster in the room frantically sucking in with its mouth, so that half of Griffith's body close to the room was completely stretched and deteriorated, more than half a meter long, and the edge took on a form between the unreal and the real......

"Wind ...... Wind...... Wind...... The wind's voice seemed to be distorted, with an intermittent evil, pouring down from all directions.

The black wind, along with the dense black lines like sketches, surged from the Nine Shadows, sticky, and poured into the small room. The wind of the four directions caressed all the scenery in the room, and quietly swallowed everything into a cloud of dust.

The ancient nobility of the night was mysterious? The wind of the four directions slashed head-on, and in the first moment, it was dismembered and cut into a cloud of smoke. Immediately after that, more black wind poured into the smoke, cutting in an orderly manner. The thick black mist that the nun Marquis had incarnated into was swept by the wind brought up by the blade, changing its form, and being blown back again and again. Even the concrete walls behind him were quietly scattered into dust under the erosion of the wind......

"Phew~, call it a day." The sword wind gradually stopped, and the big demon stood with a horizontal knife and shook his head suddenly: "Ahhh I'm cool. ”

In the white dust, Griffith, with a black knife on his shoulder, stood in the blur with his neck twisted. The Red Lotus Ghost's knife had been cut down before, and when the Great Demon had changed into the high-tech alloy knife on his waist and unleashed the Wind of the Four Directions, he really felt extremely comfortable.

"Xiao'er, I can't cure you, look at the one who gave you before - under the knife work of the brother nano, I don't believe you can still be resurrected......"

After putting the big move, Griffith, who was in a concave shape, thought so majestically. His hair and face looked like they had been fished out of a noodle jar because of the dust, and it was tightly pasted and white, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

It's a pity, what the big demon doesn't know is that there is a law of slapping in the face in this world, and sure enough, Griffith's arrogant appearance didn't last long. In the white smoke, just behind Griffith, a cloud of smoke that looked faint and much lighter, with great difficulty trying to gather and bulge, took four or five times longer than usual, and finally converged from the human form.

"Hiss~, it hurts......"

Marquis Nicholas, who had just been cut into nano-scale materials and cemented back by himself with his immortal characteristic ability, was pale, his face had always been like this, but the whiteness at this time gave people a sense of ruin with a tragic loss.

Griffith, whose face was also white and miserable, turned around and stared motionlessly at the man who couldn't get killed, his mouth twitched, his eyelids trembled subconsciously, and a pair of black grape-like things hung watery on that flour face, looking extremely smart and funny.

"Nima, this is not dead, you are hanging......"

They looked at each other with a slight gasp, frowning at each other.

Both were wounded at this point, Griffith's chest scratched by the Night Nobles with claws like a fishing net, and Nicholas Dracula, despite his 'immortal body' and deliberately dodging the demon's strange pale silver finger, was still scratched and wounded. What made Nicholas frown the most was that the places where he was caught by the big demon's index finger seemed to have some kind of vicious curse imposed, and no matter how hard the Marquis tried, he could not recover through the vampire's strong physique.

And in the end, the last move of the big demon, 'Mystery, the Wind of the Quartet', was even more unreasonable to cut His Royal Highness the Marquis into nano-level materials, broken than dumpling filling, and it took a lot of effort to reglue himself together, and his internal organs were still fragmented, extremely uncomfortable, after this time, it seems that it will take a lot of time to recuperate. At the same time, the self-repair and bonding process of this body consumed a lot of energy from the Night Noble, and his face was as pale as paper at this time, which was one of the symptoms of anemia and weakness.

"It's really not to be underestimated, the chick bites still hurts, it's me careless......" The gray dust was piled up, and the man's voice came low. The two sides are afraid of each other, circling in circles, and testing each other viciously.

"You're just like that, you can't take a single trick......"

The big demon's 'Wind of the Quartet' crushed the entire room into powder, and after breaking through a wall by the way, such a domineering sword technique made no soldier dare to approach here for a long time.

However, although this move is domineering, it is also a matter of course when it comes out of the mouth of the big demon. It is a real mystery, it consumes a lot, and the side effects are not without it, at least the dust in the sky. It makes people feel that they are experiencing the haze of the imperial capital, and the white powder-gray powder under the feet that does not reach the surface of the feet is even more slippery, greasy, oily, creaking, and very disgusting.

Broke through the wall and broke into a room. The room where the two of them were at this time was the cafeteria part of the secret laboratory, where rows of pots and pans, washed green oil, and fresh vegetables with water droplets on the leaves, made people whet their appetite at a glance.

Griffith and Nicholas cautiously looked at each other, and at the right time, they tore again like mad dogs, the former being kicked out by the latter's glaring face, and directly pushed into an aluminum alloy box, which was pressed out of a human-shaped depression.

"Poof," the violent impact made the big demon dizzy, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

After a long time of the sound of porcelain plates and chopsticks being broken and pulled off, Griffith wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, pushed open the stainless steel cabinet door that had changed shape, and stuck his head out with a cold face.

"Shameless things ...... face"

The stainless steel door opened, revealing a large head with spinach and celery leaves hanging from its head. Although the image is embarrassed, Griffith who came out of the cupboard seemed to have found something in it, and when he came out, he was majestic and high-spirited, holding a silver knife and fork in his left and right hands, and confidently and dashing his hair, revealing a long string of garlic beads like Buddha beads hanging from his neck.