"I've finally got the fourth artifact."

The pale and slender fingers played with the poison bottle in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a calm and elegant smile. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The pitch-black evening dress is meticulous, whether it is the fabric of the clothes, or the scattered decorations on it, all of them are the world's most high-end goods, and the center of a silver brooch on the chest is inlaid with a purple crystal the size of half an egg, and the color of the crystal is as clear and translucent as the purest water.

The man's demeanor has gone beyond the realm of elegance, and there is a sense of great dignity in his words, and it is fitting that he is a noble prince rather than a nobleman.

"Hooha"

Strange breathing sounded from this dark room, and the man seemed to be used to it, and continued to speak slowly:

"I thought this [poison bottle] was the most difficult to find, and its power could only be felt once a year, and it was still within the range of the Sect of Light, so it was difficult to locate its exact location." Glancing at the corpse slumped in the corner, the man smiled slightly:

"It seems that all this is really the arrangement of fate! You used it for the second time in such a short period of time when we needed it most urgently, so we really want to thank you so much! ”

"Hooha"

The strange breathing continued, and the man raised his head and looked at the tall figure standing in the middle of the house at this time, as if he was greedily breathing fresh air in the clear and beautiful wilderness, savoring the thick bloody breath in the room, and shook his head with a smile:

"You're really a bad taste."

The breathing stopped, and the shadow opened its eyes, revealing a pair of bright red eyes.

It was a pure blood red, pure without the slightest impurity, and the red was maddening! It's as if those eyes are the blood itself.

The conspicuous short golden hair is not inferior to the handsome appearance of the man, but unlike the nobility and elegance of the brown-haired man, this person is more domineering and majestic, and even faintly exudes a crazy atmosphere.

If the brown-haired man is a king in the supreme position, the blonde man is more like a hegemon!

"I love the taste." The blonde man spoke, glanced at the [poison bottle] held in his companion's hand, and said indifferently:

"Now that the things are in hand, let's slaughter the city"

The brown-haired man smiled and shook his head, as if there was nothing he could do about his old friend, but he didn't mean to dissuade him at all.

"[The poison bottle] is in hand, and the Bright Sect is in the country

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In the dark room, a third voice rang out.

The voice came from a tall figure standing aside, wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, low and hoarse.

The blonde man turned his head, his blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at the figure with disdain, and sneered:

"New here, I don't need you to teach me what I'm going to do! Sect of Light? Hehe, so what?! Do you think I'm going to be scared of Grandeney?! ”

The tall figure under the black robe stopped talking, but the brown-haired man spoke:

"I think you're friendly, it's not a big deal, since we're in the same camp now, we should get along well." He walked between the two of them, glanced at the blond man, smiled slightly, and then turned to the black-robed figure: "I'm also in favor of not causing more trouble, but the energy of the [Blood Cup] has been consumed a lot, and it should be added as soon as possible, the people of this city seem to think that there is an outbreak of 'plague' here, so be it"

After that, the brown-haired man smiled and took the [poison bottle] in his hand, opened the delicate bottle cap, and then gently popped out a drop of blood with his sharp fingertips, dripping into the poison bottle, in an instant, the poison bottle changed, the dark green seemed to become more brilliant, and an invisible energy began to center on the poison bottle, slowly spreading around

"Aggravate their condition, so that the people in the city will die soon, we just need to go to a slightly farther place and wait, and come back in a few days to replenish the energy of [the blood cup]."

The blonde man nodded silently: "Then let's leave first"

"You guys go first, I still have a little more to do"

The tall figure under the black robe spoke a second time, his voice still low and hoarse

After hearing this, the blonde man didn't look back and disappeared directly into the room, but the nobleman smiled helplessly, nodded at the black-robed figure, and then disappeared as well.

In the room, only the tall figure in the black robe remained, and after a moment of silence, it gradually disappeared into the night...

Once again, the room fell into a dead silence.

Squeak

The door opened

The light from the hallway shone into the house, illuminating the hellish scene inside.

Squeak

Once again, the door was shut, blocking out the lights outside the door and the commotion below.

Fang Xiao's figure gradually appeared in this room, looking at the blood in the house as if it had been evenly painted with red paint by a dexterous craftsman, his face became worse and worse.

Pastor Boyle's body was still sitting quietly in the corner, and Fang Xiao walked over and examined it carefully

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) picked up the hideous and terrible wound on Boyle's body. Finally, he shook his head with a sigh.

The most troublesome thing happened...

This wound, and the degree of control over the blood, is definitely the handiwork of the blood clan!

And with the prevalence of blood magic and the loneliness of cultivating the power of blood, it should be a terrible old guy who made the shot!

Then their purpose

On the right finger of Boyle's shriveled corpse, a high-grade spatial ring was left intact, Fang Xiao took it down, easily broke the mark left on it by Boyle himself, and carefully looked at the contents carefully.

As he expected, there was nothing in it except for the wealth that Boyle had looted over the years.

[The poison bottle] is missing, and to be precise, it was taken by the people of the Demon Feast.

And the possibility of getting it yourself is almost zero.

Big trouble

Glancing at Boyle's withered body and his dead expression, Fang Xiao sighed softly on the side.

"It's your own doing, and you can't blame others"

With that, Fang Xiao stretched out his hand and smoothed Boyle's hideous face and his eyes that were wide open in horror

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He quietly left Boyle's house unnoticed.

If this guy who wants to be a god in people's hearts and "saves" the "hero" of this city, and is found to have died in his own home inexplicably, God knows what kind of riot will be in the Dharma body.

But it has nothing to do with me.

Because it's too dangerous here! Gotta get out of here now!

Hurry home and pack your things, call Charlotte, hug Sylvie, and leave the city immediately!

Because collecting holy weapons is now the main job of the Demon Banquet, and this is the territory of the Light God Sect, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, the ones they sent are definitely the first-class masters in the Demon Banquet! Angels to what they will do!

Fang Xiao thought as he ran back to his dormitory and hurriedly pushed open the door.

After entering the room, Fang Xiao suddenly stopped and slammed at the door.

Because at this time, in his room, there was a tall figure wrapped in a black robe!

The man turned around, took off his hood, revealing his pale face, and looked at Fang Xiao standing at the door.

"It's been a long time."

"yes, it's been a long time."

Prince Simon!!!!!

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