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The night is dark and the wind is high, and the five-storied pagoda towering in the east and the ancient and broken copper bells at the spire of the tower blow when the wind blows, making a deep and long low and low bell. For example, a monk is reciting a Sanskrit mantra. Suddenly, several bats flew by, clinging to the eaves of the tower, staring at the small red rice grains, hanging on it, revealing an eerie and eerie appearance.

One was wearing a black trench coat, burly, wearing a hood, faintly exuding bloodthirsty killing intent. He clasped his hands on his chest, the muscles of his arms bulging, and his blue eyes were cold and deep, as resentful and gloomy as a vulture pecking at carrion.

He was standing on top of the tower like a night raider, looking down at the bottom of the tower. Two cold rays of light shot towards Elisa, who was belatedly under the tower.

Elisa walked in the wind, her long hair was flying, her blue eyes were shining with cold light, she was wearing a black windbreaker, the fallen leaves were flying in the air, and the back hem was raised by the wind, setting off her slim, slender and tall figure, leather boots stepping on green bricks, and making a sound, like a cold-blooded goddess of the night, coming with a cold wind at night.

"Needham, you're here." Elisa's icy voice was chilling, and she climbed to the top of the tower and shook off her hood neatly.

"Eliza, where did you dare to disobey the orders of the Dark God?" Needham's eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he asked viciously and directly. Elisa, the chief of the Dark Judges, actually fell behind without permission, ignoring the mission of 'Black Heaven', and mysteriously did not know where to go.

"Where am I going, do I have to report to you?" Elibesa proudly and disdainfully blocked it directly. 'Black Heaven' is a place where strength speaks, she has not experienced countless baptisms of blood and fire, the consciousness of dedicating life at any time, and being able to get out of every mission perfectly, and become the top dark judge, except for one person, who dares to be presumptuous.

The wind at the top of the tower blew the windbreakers of the two men, and made a gale sound, like bats hanging upside down from the golden bell. Shrinking his head, clamping his wings, and his sharp little claws firmly anchored the eaves of the tower, swaying.

"Okay, I'm not going to ask you about it, but don't forget that Angel's concert is about to start. You don't have any plans, do you? Needham stepped forward, pressed tightly, and came face to face with Elibesa. I can't scream alone in Dongying, and I have long known that Angel is somewhere in Dongying, but she is very hidden, and the guardian knight of the Montagu family will definitely be. Close protection for life and death. It is even more tricky to hire a strong local organization, the Phantom Ninja Sect.

"I already have my own plan, you just have to follow my orders." Elisa didn't want to say anything more to him. Inserting one hand into the pocket of the trench coat, holding a white button, he promised Wang Yong not to move the woman next to him. It's disgusting that Angel, a woman, still jumped out to sing against 'Dark Heaven'.

"Okay, you tell me about your plan, I'll listen to you." Needham held back the anger in his heart. A flick of the hood reveals his face. Stiff as a thorny beard trembling slightly, thick eyebrows are long, fierce with evil, baring out a mouth full of black teeth, and its appearance is like a ghost.

Eliza's eyes narrowed slightly: "You don't seem obligated to give you a reward." Either stay and let me arrange, or go back. "One turned around and wanted to get around Needham, to go straight down the tower.

Needham was furious and turned sideways. Blocked Elisa and roared: "My patience is also limited, Elibesa, don't force me to do it." "Keen sense that Elisa seems to be different from the past, hiding and dodging to act. He reached out aggressively and defiantly, sealing the entire staircase, and one hand was already reaching for the cross thorn behind him. "You, don't forget. I took the same order, Angel is not extinguished, you want me to go back, dream. ”

"Do it?" Elisa gave Needham a cold and arrogant glance. Sneered. She took a few steps back, leaned against the railing of the tower, and it seemed that it was difficult to be good today, and she had nothing to fear. The strength of the two is equal, but if she really wants to start, she believes in her own strength.

In an instant, a bat flew in the night sky and hit its head on the copper bell, and the copper bell turned dripping. The bats hanging on the eaves of the tower were startled, and with a "boom", they crashed like headless flies. One of them went on a rampage and slammed into Elisa's forehead.

The moment she touched her forehead, the cold light flashed, and Elisa moved like a rabbit, her hands were propped back, one was leaning back, and the hard leather boot toe toe, "Teng." The blow hit Needham's wrist holding the crossspike. One of his own upside-down spins had fallen on the sloping eaves of the tower, and his leather boots kicked and stomped on the broken tiles, falling one after another, smashing to the ground, and turning into debris.

On the other side, I saw a bat drenched in blood and hanging on top of the cross's spikes. Needham's hand holding the crossspike trembled slightly, his eyes swirling, and his black teeth bulged out, like an ugly and hideous ghost slave who had just crawled out of hell. Just now, he used the bat, and by surprise, he killed with one blow, and wanted to stab Elisa in the forehead.

Needham failed with a stab and shook off the dead bat, and then the spikes of the cold forest were like churning and roaring waves, and the streamers rolled up, stabbing at Elibesa, and severing the tower railing one by one, trying to force her off the top of the tower and break her to pieces.

Elisa reacted quickly to his cunning tactics, his hands interchangeable, his steps like flying, his lightning spinning, his trench coat like a windmill bringing out the whirring wind, dodging the spikes. The tiles under his feet kept falling, and the sound of "popping" and cracking continued.

Needham is not simple, cunningly persecuting Elisa from the middle of the tower to the side of the tower, so that she cannot avoid it and is forced into a desperate situation. Cross spikes, like ants attached to the body, thorns are ruthless and ruthless.

Elisa has reached the end of the tower fence, with no way to hide, and she is in danger. She let out an "ah" roar, her eyes flashed, and she stood on tiptoe with the tiles and flew straight to the door of Needham. Taking advantage of his return visit to block the tiles, he asked: "You are bold, and you are not afraid of the punishment of the dark god Ackerman."

"Haha, don't forget, it was you who made the mistake first, and I happened to report to him. It is not certain who will be punished. Needham smirked, crossed spikes, ready to strike her a fatal blow, slashed down with all his might at the final tower, and raised his foot to kick Eliza. Secretly slandered, anyway, there are only two people here, you are dead, I told the dark god that you went to Huahai City halfway, and you didn't come to Dongying, and the gods didn't know the ghosts, and no one knew.

Elisa was shocked, and in a flash of thought, the belt around her waist twitched, wrapped around the tower pillar, seized the opportunity, and kicked the tower bar with both legs. The wooden tower railing suddenly cracked and shattered, and Needham kicked Elibesa's feet, unable to regain momentum, and rushed forward with strength. On the side, Elisa threw a delphinium into the air, and her leather boots hit him in the back of the heart, adding fuel to the fire and adding to the fire.

"Ah" Needham let out a frightened cry, his tall body, rushed towards the eaves of the tower, a large number of tiles fell, like the death knell of death sounded by death, the greeting of death, his heart jumped to his throat, and suddenly he felt his body pause, slowing down his fall, and most of his body hung on the eaves of the tower.

Shooting the eagle was not the opposite, he looked back, a cowhide belt was tight, wrapped around his ankle, Elibesa held the tower pillar in one hand, the back of the trench coat was waving in the wind, majestic, full of contempt, looking at him sarcastically.

"You can't kill me." Needham secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but verbally shouted: "The dark god Ackerman must know that you will crucify you if you kill your comrades." ”

"Haha. You still dare to threaten me now, you see if I dare. Elisa sneered like a proud queen of the world, and loosened the belt in her hand. Needham fell top-heavy, his head buzzing, the spikes in his hands fluttering in mid-air. He understands the style of Elibesa, a witch, who kills without blinking, really touches her bottom line, and will really let go of the belt and kill herself.

Although Needham was unconvinced and dissatisfied, but at the moment, his life and death were in her hands, and he turned his mind secretly: "Okay, I'll listen to your arrangement and leave immediately." I won't tell you about leaving in the middle of the journey. You can rest assured. ”

"You go back to me, I'll do it perfectly here, and report to the dark god Ackerman in person." Elibeta knew that, as he said, all the people in the 'Black Heaven' could only sacrifice their lives for the sake of doctrinal matters, and that there was the most severe punishment for mutilating their own people. Crucified and stabbed to death, drained of blood.

The Nydam wolf crawled back to a safe place, suppressed the anger in his heart, restrained his feelings, hid his weapon, and tidied up his trench coat. Respectfully bowed to Elibesa, showing his obedience.

Elisa bowed coldly, no longer looking at him. His chest bulged together, and he sighed secretly, in order to fulfill Wang Yong's promise, he forcibly suppressed Needham today.

Needham turned and went downstairs, angry, bursting out of his black teeth, and laughing wickedly.

Standing on the top of the ruined tower, listening to the jingling of brass bells, Elisa mockingly looked at the back of Needham as he hurriedly left, and he really thought he was a fool, I could let you go once, or I could kill you once.

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After dinner, Ouyang Feifei was dressed in refreshing casual clothes, pinching the body of the small teacup of Kung Fu Tea with her right hand, holding the bottom of the cup with her left hand, and taking a sip slightly.

She looked at Wang Yong with hope in her eyes. "Wang Yong, Dongying's night market is very good."

In fact, it was supposed to wear a kimono, after all, it is more flavorful to follow the customs of the countryside and drink tea like this, but Wang Yong refuses to live or die, Ouyang Feifei doesn't care, the husband sings and the wife follows, as for Maomao, she follows her mother Qin Wanrou, and Qin Wanrou understands some things very well as a teacher, so she doesn't know how to wear them.

A small square Dongying coffee table, four adults sat in the south, east and west, Fujiyuan Lichi sat opposite Wang Yong, Ouyang Feifei sat on his right hand with Mao Mao in his arms, and Qin Wanrou sat on his left hand, quietly learning Ouyang Feifei to sip tea.

Wang Yong knew the identity of this Dongying girl, but he didn't expect that she should have been pampered, and she had such a skillful way of cooking tea, and her delicate and white hands were very backbone, if he hadn't known her before, he would never have found out that this was a pair of hands who had practiced swords and killed people.

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