Looking at Mrs. Ellie, who was hiding her face and crying, Wren was completely unmoved, and did not have the slightest sense of pity and pity.

For this kind of scheming at the level of a movie queen, he is quite jealous now, afraid that he will be sold by her and still counting the money for her.

After drinking his last glass of red wine, he got up from the couch and walked to the balcony door, ready to leave.

"Wait!"

Lady Ellie wiped away a handful of tears, hugged him from behind, and begged him to destroy the image, which stuck in her throat.

Boom!

Wren was impatient with her, turned and slammed her against the wall, reached out and hooked her smooth chin, and teased, "Madam, we should be honest with each other, just as you just stood in front of me without clothes.

In order for us to continue to work together, this is a necessary insurance, and rest assured that those precious images are only for my personal viewing. ”

Hearing his such brazen words, Mrs. Ellie was very helpless, now she is too passive, it doesn't matter if some things are done in private, and it is another thing to expose them.

She bit her red lips, her beautiful eyes stared deeply at his close face, and she shook her head slightly, "You're very proud now, aren't you?" ”

The question was a no-brainer, but Wren understood what she meant, and chuckled, "Yes." ”

"It's not cooperation, you're trying to take full control of me, dominate my destiny, and make me your maid.

You men are always like this, thinking about taking everything for yourself, the endless expansion of desires, money, power, women...... It's all a decoration for you to realize your ambitions. Lady Ellie's eyes lowered and she said slowly.

The room was quiet, the dim lights flickered, and the wall clock ticked.

After a moment of silence, Wren cupped his chin in his palm, felt the faint smell of perfume, and made eye contact with her.

"Madame, you have spoken of the dark side of my heart, and I do subconsciously want to turn you into my plaything.

The poison of power is rooted in the domination of social resources and the feeling of manipulating the fate of others.

Madam, you are such a person, and more thoroughly than me, at least, I can't kill all my spouses for the sake of ambition. ”

His deep voice echoed through the hall, and he let go of Lady Ellie, leaping off the balcony and disappearing into the night.

Mrs. Ellie straightened her dress, stared out the window at the moonlight, her eyes flickered, and after a moment of contemplation, she went into the bedroom.

Taking out a white envelope from the cupboard, she discarded the original contents and rewrote a letter to be sent to the Night Joker.

Wren came too suddenly, and the means were very unsophisticated, but no matter what she thought and how much she calculated, she was now at a disadvantage.

But Mrs. Ellie was not defeated, and even if she did become a vassal, she was confident that she would be able to get the benefits.

…………

Wang-Wang--Wang

The moon shadow was swaying, the night breeze was blowing, and in the lonely street, there were occasionally a few dog barks, and Wren, who was wearing a black trench coat, put his hands in his pockets and quickly crossed the street.

Whew-whew

Around the corner, the sound of wings flapping sounded abruptly, and a black figure with huge bat wings flew across the street.

Seemingly a little panicked, the black shadow flew towards Wren, setting off a small whirlwind, and a burst of blood mist rushed towards his face.

Familiar taste, the blue light in Wren's eyes flashed, and with a sonorous sound, a glass-like psionic long knife condensed behind him.

He drew his long knife and looked at the Blood Count who suddenly appeared in front of him, his evening dress was tattered, and the corners of his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he looked very embarrassed.

It was like running for his life. ’

This thought flashed through Wren's heart, and he wanted to raise his knife and split the Blood Count who had sent him to the door in two.

The Blood Earl, who flapped his wings at the eaves, also spotted Wren in the corner in front of him, as well as a powerful aura comparable to that of the Marquis of Darkness.

"No!"

The red pupils were full of despair, and the Blood Earl let out an unwilling scream, there were wolves in front and tigers in the back, he was too unlucky.

Originally, he hid in Diramo City and was happy, and he could often go to fight at night, after all, it was a remote and backward small city, and there were no strong people.

But now, this is not an ordinary danger, it can be called the Longtan Tiger's Den, the masters are like clouds, and you can meet several ruthless people when you walk at night.

"There's a crack in everything, and that's where the light comes in."

An ethereal voice came from not far away, echoing like a dream through the dark and lonely streets.

In mid-air, the Blood Count flapped his bat wings for a moment, as if his muscles were twitching, and his body trembled violently.

Click-click-click-

Like cracked porcelain, cracks emitting dazzling white light appeared on the surface of the Blood Earl's body, and he couldn't help but let out a terrible scream.

Boom!

With a bang, the Blood Earl's body exploded, blood splattered in all directions, and waves of spiritual tidal qi spread, rolling up blood-stained rags.

Wren around the corner narrowed his eyes, put down his raised long knife, and stared ahead, and a deacon wearing a gray trench coat, black and white checkered uniform, and a badge soft hat walked out.

This is a young man, who looks like he is in his twenties, with purple sideburns and green eyes, a handsome appearance, and a poet's romantic temperament.

"Hi sir, good evening."

The young deacon smiled slightly, looked polite, and greeted Wren first.

Then he gently raised his white-gloved right hand, and a blood nucleus with a reddish glow flew into his palm.

"Good evening." Wren smiled and nodded, and replied politely.

The two sides didn't know each other, and it wasn't a social place on the street late at night, and the other party seemed to have something to do, so they didn't talk much, and the two passed by.

Wren noticed that the young deacon of the 7th round had two diamond-shaped badges on his shoulders and a white handbag in his left hand, which looked like he had come to the city of Diramo on an errand.

That Blood Count must have been too unlucky, he happened to be bumped into when he was hunting a lone human at night, and he successfully received a box lunch.

Wren glanced at the blood stains on the ground and shook his head slightly, people are unlucky to drink cold water and stuff their teeth, and the demon descendants are no exception.

That young deacon is very strong, at least stronger than Zolo, Marcello, and Norton, and it is not surprising that it should be the [Singer] profession, the fourth-order [Recitation Master].

Where the wind and clouds converge, it is conceivable that the current density of strong people in the city of Diramo is absolutely amazing.

Not to mention anything else, the Witchers Guild alone has him and the old goats, Elena, the Anderson brothers, and not counting Randy Mac, who has already entered Orange Town with two three-star hunting teams.

And this does not include the people of the 7th Bureau, the Church of Light, the Steam Alliance, the Natural School and other forces, it is conceivable that the demon descendants who were originally hidden here are in dire straits.