"Clues."

The cruel Winsche snorted coldly, and he ripped off the white glove of his right hand with his mouth, and under the white glove was the palm of a dense number of insects, which was the top weapon that made the interstellar pirates fearful and terrified.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Dead was still in the hands of the cruel Winsche, he had long since gained notoriety in every universe, and his hands made of evil insects often scared countless tough guys to their knees and shivered after sucking the brains of their enemies and eating their flesh.

"My dear witch, you didn't give us a clue to be alive." The cruel Winscut's short fiery red hair was stained with brown dirt, which was a disgrace for the co-captain of the Starship Death: "I think I can at least pull you down the abyss of death before your companions arrive." ”

After they questioned the naked enforcers, they got very similar answers, but who would dare to step into the Cyril Manor to find out?

But the fear engraved in their bones discouraged them.

There were even a few cowards with a rough appearance, screaming and jumping off the cliffs outside of Cyril Manor, becoming part of the splendor of the Sin Capital.

"Even if you're Miss Canary's subordinate."

The witch's burning fingers tapped her red lips, she pouted, and black hideous heads began to appear on the black tattered dress.

"Oh, Winsche." The witch smiled slyly, and she lifted her pale calves like a demon sitting in the Land of the Holy Spirit: "Dear Winsche, you will not pity me, after all, my master is the treasure that Mister Ferrer wants. ”

Watch out for me to sue.

The cruel Winsche twisted his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he reluctantly took a deep breath: "There will be no cowards on the Starship Death, and our great Lord Ferrer will never allow it!" ”

Oh, forgive him, great king of interstellar pirates, it's all that matters to be alive, and at times like these, white lies can often give your poor deputy a chance to survive.

"Not allowed?"

The witch raised her brow, and the frightened men of the armed fanatics took a few steps back, leaving poor Winsche alone in front of the witch.

The cruel Winsie wore a gentleman's smile and wanted to greet the bastard's relatives kindly.

"The master will not allow me to be a timid woman either."

The witch's lips curled cruelly, her eyes squeezed out, and the nimble red was like an evil witch raining malaria down in the village, making Winsy feel like a cave of ice.

"Oh oh, don't be impulsive." A hooligan with a long gray-white tail spoke out in such a touching scene, and among his scales were wriggling worms: "Beautiful witch, is the dancer you played alive?" ”

If it weren't for the dancers in the hotel who were alive, they would have been caught by the guests stationed here, dismantled and thrown into Cyril's cage, where would they have cut the cruel Winsie.

"Of course." The witch lowered her eyes and licked her lips, half of her cheeks sunken deeply: "The master will not allow me to do anything to an innocent child. ”

"Hey, hey, that's nice."