Twilight fell like a large gray net, quietly falling and enveloping the entire vast plain.

The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars, and the moon is dim, which makes people intoxicated.

The night is quiet, and everything on the earth seems to have fallen asleep.

Of course, there are also some "immortal cultivators" and night owls who are quietly moving, hiding in the dark and eyeing pedestrians on the road.

It was 10 o'clock in the evening, and Wren and his group had already left for two and a half hours.

Outside of Orange Town, there are three small roads leading to the outside world, and there are more than a dozen sneaky guys lurking next to each road.

They crouched behind rolling sand dunes or giant cacti on the side of the road, their eyes glowing with a reddish glow.

This is a group of ghouls, generally reaching the second order, and the leader on each path is a dark earl-level ghoul.

The ghouls are from Pineapple Town, and they have to camp here because of the anger of one of the big names in the clan.

As for how long to squat, the boss didn't say, if the target didn't appear, you had to keep squatting, squatting until the sky fell apart, day and night.

The targets were two humans, the photos had been posted, and a few of the ghouls remembered the smell of the two of them, even if they were hiding in the carriage.

Farther away, behind a mound was a tent with the color of yellow sand.

Inside the tent, a cylindrical glass lamp sits on a square wooden table, a light powered by the Force's crystallization.

The light bulb released warm light, and a curvaceous girl was grooming in the mirror, and she had long black and shiny hair.

Raising her snow-white lotus arm, holding a pink comb in her palm, the girl is facing the half-length mirror, combing green silk.

"I say, Marquis Fenna, do you need to bother to dress up like this for the big night?"

Will the ghoul Count Will pestled the mouth of the tent like a stake and said in a deep voice.

The Marquis of the Moon Wolf Clan, Fenna, didn't look back, pinched a lipstick with her fingers, and gently smeared her thin lips: "Of course, there will be a lot of big names coming here in the near future, of course I have to dress up carefully and keep it picturesque at all times."

If any Grand Duke or Prince had taken a fancy to me and climbed into his bed, would I have struggled for hundreds of years, and I would have to eat ashes in this wasteland where birds don't, as I do now. ”

Will has a bit of a headache because the ghost hand was killed, and he has been in a bad mood lately as a connector.

The clan didn't punish him for the time being, but if this matter messed up again, he would definitely not have any good fruit to eat, even if he was the nephew of Duke Marcus.

"With all due respect, no one will appreciate your makeup on this big night, but we're on a mission." Will admonished with a serious face.

He felt that the other party's attitude was too casual.

The pretty Fenna smiled charmingly, and she had an unusually sweet little face.

On her pale complexion, her blood-like red lips were particularly dazzling, and she said crisply: "It's one thing to have someone to appreciate it, it's another thing to wear makeup or not, and it's too late to make up makeup temporarily."

The opportunity is reserved for those who are prepared, and I will wash it in vain later, so please avoid it. ”

Will said coldly when he heard this, "Please be serious, do you think this is going to the ball?"

I ask you, is it the task that is important or the makeup that is important?! ”

"Makeup is important."

Fenna pouted her cherry lips and said very dryly.

Will: (눈_눈) Women are hopeless.

Unable to suppress the anger in his heart any longer, Earl Will was not too afraid of her, relying on his identity.

He coldly accused: "You have already messed up a mission, and now you can't find that gang boss in Xiangcheng Town at all!" ”

When Fenna's pair of plush ears move, when the werewolf is emotional, the ears will subconsciously turn into wolf ears.

She snorted, "Blame me? I had been listening to him in the morning, and he called ten women to in the room.

I've been listening to the bitches all morning and my own panties are wet.

I went back to take a shower, by the way** relaxed, touched up my makeup, and had a beauty sleep...... As a result, when I went back at night, the people were gone. ”

Will slapped his forehead and trembled with anger: "Then why don't you search for it?" ”

Werewolves have a very sensitive sense of smell, stronger than those of ghouls.

Fenna leisurely applied the eyeshadow and said unhurriedly, "I have tracked it, and the target has left Orange Town."

Don't blame me, when I found out that he was missing, I immediately chased him out of Xiangcheng Town by the smell, and ran for a full 50 kilometers, and his legs were weak, but I didn't even see a ghost!

There is no way, the other party is running too fast and non-stop. ”

"Damn, he's lucky!" Will said hatefully.

ran one, but there is a stronger and more important person, and killing him can also be a mess.

"By the way, I can only be sure of defeating that cowboy, but I can't guarantee that I will kill him."

Fenna thought of something, Dai frowned slightly, she was an old marquis, equivalent to the fourth order of the human race.

"Don't worry, Duke Tucker will be here soon, the humans are too happy, this time I will give them a head-on blow and suppress their arrogance!"

Will clasped his hands to his chest and said very confidently that the death of the ghost hand had ruined the clan's plan, and of course he would have to take revenge.

Tucker is Marcus's younger brother, a ghoul duke, and his strength is not comparable to Marcus, who is about to be promoted to the Grand Duke, but he is analogous to a human being, and he is also a fourth-order powerhouse.

With a hint of disdain in her eyes, Fenna continued to apply eyeshadow, she didn't like ghouls like scavengers vultures, even if it was the Grand Duke of Ghouls.

On the other side, 80 kilometers away from Xiangcheng Town, two horse-drawn carriages galloped on the lonely road, and the speed of the car was very fast.

The horses pulling the cart were handsome and muscular, and the hooves of the horses clattered against the ground, splashing with gusts of sand and mist.

"Boss, why are we running away?"

Suzanne lifted the curtain of the carriage and fixed her eyes on the crescent moon in the air.

"If you spoil other people's good deeds, why don't you run? Stay and be skinned and cramped? ”

Wren sat on a bench in the carriage and was munching on melon seeds.

Suzanne put her hands on her waist and was very dissatisfied: "But people haven't even packed their luggage."

Haven't you been promoted to the fourth rank, can't you still deal with those enemies in your mouth? ”

Wren scoffed, "Unlike me, Higg is exposed to the enemy's vision.

He's offended a race, even if the ghouls are far less powerful than the Bloods and Werewolves......"

Wren is still a little self-aware, he has just been promoted to the fourth order, because he is using a top-level plan, and his realm is relatively stable.

Against an ordinary marquis, even if it is a powerful marquis in the fourth order, he is not cowardly, and he can run away if he can't beat it.

But if a duke jumps out, then it's a wax.

Thirty-six plans, go ahead, he doesn't believe it, he runs away so fast, there are still people who can catch up.