The bride was stunned by the scene in front of her, her legs were weak and she sat directly on the ground, and the master of ceremonies on the side ran away, and the flowers growing in the greenhouse were powerless in the face of the swarm.

Midori manipulated the thorns to pull out of the groom's body, and the groom fell to the ground in response, and the blood flowing out made the carpet under him very red, and then the master of ceremonies did not run a few steps before he fell heavily to the ground, only to see a clump of vines that had wrapped his feet around at some point.

He was in high spirits just now, and now he completely disregarded decency for his life, the hanging flowers on his chest fell off without a shadow at some point, and the hair that had been smeared with a finger of thick wax also fell down one after another, covering half of the emcee's face like a curtain.

"Big brother, big brother, if you have a grudge against this family, don't look for me!" The master of ceremonies put his hands in front of him and shouted,

"I'm just the master of ceremonies! I have nothing to do with them, big brother! ”

"It's not them I'm going to kill." The mask on his face made Midori's voice deep and suffocating to the listener. Between the words, I saw that the master of ceremonies, who was originally just wrapped around his legs, slowly spread up to the head of the master of ceremonies at this time, and the more the master of ceremonies struggled, the stronger the strength of the vine man's binding was better than before, until the master of ceremonies could not move at all, and a strong sense of oppression swept through the whole body, and the master of ceremonies could only barely breathe at this time, and the blue sky in front of him seemed to gradually turn dark green.

"What I want to kill is the happiness of this world." Green's right fist was lightly clenched, and tens of thousands of thorns suddenly protruded from the vine man, piercing straight into the master of ceremonies' body, and between the vine man, wisps of blood slowly flowed out of it.

Fujiman wrapped his face tightly around the master of ceremonies, preventing him from making the slightest sound.

"Shh Midori picked up the bride's veil, then hugged her white and almost transparent shoulders tightly, and whispered in her ear,

"Look, look, take one last look, your dear." Midori breathed heavily, as if the mask restricted his breathing, and as if the scene in front of him was exciting.

The bride's body trembled violently, her partner in the second half of her life was lying quietly at her feet at this time, she could even feel the temperature of the sticky hot blood standing between her toes, and the friends and relatives who accompanied her for life were like atoned people in purgatory, and the masked hypocrisy in the audience was the ghost who tortured.

The bride almost fainted, and was about to fall down when she was picked up again by Midori, who dragged her lubricated back, and looked at her tear-stained makeup, and an indescribable interest burst through his mind.

Art! What a perfect art! Midori's palm moved gently down her back, all the way to the bride's tailbone, and the double blow of spirit and body made her dare not move, if this was all she could do, she would rather endure this moment.

Fantasy is always good..... I saw several thorns and vines burst out from the green palm, piercing the bride's skin like a drop of ink rippling open, the bride's body is the pool of clear water, and the vine man, is the green ink.

The bride's body trembled violently, her mouth had opened to the limit, but the surging Adam's apple should make it make some sounds, but now she was like a mute, blood and saliva slowly flowing down from the corners of her mouth, and the layers of dark green under the white skin were slowly wrapping her body.

Midori slowly let go of her hands, only to see the bride standing up stiffly like a manipulated puppet, her limbs performing all kinds of unbelievable movements like a machine.

The clumps of vines at the tailbone propped up the bride's petite body, her breathing had stopped, her beating heart had stopped working, and she stood quietly in place, allowing the vine in her body to occupy every inch of her organs, until finally, a brilliant red daisy bloomed in her mouth.

Originally, the sky was clear, but at this time, it was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the sudden drop in air pressure made Green's breathing heavier, and the puppets in the audience had stopped their hands one after another

"Celebration", a little rain suddenly slapped on Midori's mask, Midori slowly raised his hand, and one drop after another of the rain smashed into his palm.

"Congratulations on the wedding." Midori bowed slowly to the bride's corpse, and then walked down the steps, where a younger brother held a black umbrella above Midori's head.

The noisy scene fell silent once more, under her skin, emerald green vines and thorns took root on his organs, her left arm raised to shoulder height, her right arm bent and towering at her side, the bride still staring at the crimson of the audience with a mixture of wonder and horror, and the daisies in her mouth swayed slightly with the breeze.

Zhao Xiao sat on the bed with his legs crossed, there was a dead silence in the empty room, and even Zhao Xiao's heartbeat echoed slightly, if the A-level puppet has sunlight to bask in every day, then the S-level puppet only has an incandescent lamp covered by a layer of thick glass on the top of his head to dry.

Zhao Xiao had called Zhao Jing thousands of times last night, but he never got the slightest response. Just when he was bored, the glass wall suddenly and slowly descended, and the sudden sound frightened Zhao Xiao, he jumped up from the bed, and finally fell to the ground.

I saw that a slight gap suddenly appeared in the middle of the wall on the outside of the glass wall, the walls on both sides slowly opened outward, and an iron-gray passage appeared in front of Zhao Xiao, and then a team of rubidium spirits dressed in black steel armor walked into Zhao Xiao's room side by side, their steel armor flowed with white light, and they had a black steel helmet on their heads, and a one-way mask was embedded in the steel helmet, and the scabbard on the waist of the guard Rubidium Ling led by him was inlaid with four rubidium stones the size of pigeon eggs.

"Number 3791, it's time for lunch." The voice of the guard was as cold as the pebbles of a mountain stream.

As soon as the words ended, the four Rubidium Spirits stood in two rows on both sides of the passage, leaving a passage in the middle that only allowed one person to pass through.

"Okay." Zhao Xiao nodded and stood in the middle of the four people, and then a burly Rubidine Spirit put a steel cable on Zhao Xiao's inhibition bracelet, Zhao Xiao's right hand was tied behind his back, and then the five people walked out, and finally stood at the passage connecting the outer stairs.

The slippers worn by Zhao Xiao only had a thin layer on the soles, as if they were sewn on a piece of white rag by a paper shell found casually, and the coldness under his feet made Zhao Xiao tremble slightly.

In the shelter, the S-class and A-class puppets stood outside their cells at this time, and they were sandwiched between the four rubidium spirits, Zhao Xiao looked down, but there was no movement in the B-level and C-level cells.

"Grade S and Grade A dine first, and then BC grade 2." The auxiliary position behind Zhao Xiao explained to Zhao Xiao.

With a crisp bell, the S-class puppets were taken to the lowest level of the shelter one after another, and rows of white steel tables were placed in an orderly manner.

Because Zhao Xiao is the latest S-class puppet to be contained, he was placed on the most marginal table, and each puppet was a table of four people, but only Zhao Xiao was at one table.

Zhao Xiao looked around uneasily, only to see the puppets sitting quietly at the table waiting for the arrival of food, although the four of them were at the same table, but they kept looking down at their own reflections on the steel table, without saying a word to the people around them.

Soon, the A-class puppets were brought one after another, and at this time, a man with a beard and stubble walked towards Zhao Xiao, and the four rubidium spirits took him to the front and back of the table to remove the steel rope and left.

"Yo, I finally have a partner." The man's eyes lit up, and he whispered in surprise, and finally sat opposite Zhao Xiao, his hands crossed together, and his thumbs rhythmically tapped the tiger's mouth.

"You know what? Brother. The man said this, but his glasses stared straight at the table.

"I've been dining alone for four years, and I'm very happy to have you here." The man squeezed word by word from his throat, and there was no trace of excitement in his words.

"I don't see you're happy." Zhao Xiao also studied his appearance, bowed his head and whispered.

"Be quieter, quieter, brother." The man said with some urgency, but the words were still so quiet.

"If they find out, not only will we not be able to eat, but we will also be beaten." As he spoke, the man's eyes rolled to the sides, for fear that some Rubidium would notice him talking.

"My name is Zhao Xiao." Zhao Xiao lowered his head and said.

"Real name? New to the new arrival? The man's face suddenly became a little unpredictable,

"We're all calling ourselves code names here, and my name is Ice Storm."

"The Twins." Zhao Xiao replied.

"Emperor? Are you S-class? The man's voice was still so low, but there was a hint of surprise.

Zhao Xiao nodded and didn't speak again. At this time, a row of rubidium spirits walked towards the puppets with a plate of food, and then stopped at the table one after another, and there were two rubidium spirits standing next to Zhao Xiao's table.

Another crisp bell rang. The rubidium spirits put the dinner plate in their hands on the table in unison, Zhao Xiao looked down, only to see a lump of milky white mashed potatoes covered with a layer of meat sauce, in a plastic plastic bowl, the clear soup is rolling slightly, the lid is stained with condensed beads As the rubidium spirits left one after another, Zhao Xiao looked at the hail dinner plate in front of him, only to see that he only had a bowl of water, and there were two steaming steamed buns on the dinner plate.

"Our food is different?" Zhao Xiao asked.

"Well, yours are better than ours."

"What do BC-class eat?" Zhao Xiao was a little curious.

"Pig food." Zhao Xiao wanted to say something, but the surroundings were originally bright but suddenly darkened, Zhao Xiao looked up, outside the ceiling made of glass, in the blue-gray sky, dark clouds rolled.

The prophet of Winter Street in the old city and the dark snake stood side by side on the side of the street, the dark snake is still the shell of Wu Zixiu, so his height is only to the waist of the prophet, in the eyes of outsiders, these two are a team of very ordinary mother and son, but they do not know that the two are the most dangerous existence on this street at present.

"Eldest sister, can we negotiate today?" Dark Serpent asked.

"It can definitely be done." The Prophet replied faintly.

"Why?"

"We don't want a leader, but four of his cadres." The Prophet looked at a clinic and said.

"If it doesn't work, kill it directly."