However, this poor drunkard can only be trapped here again and again by his own minced meat, and he will never be able to live again.

In the end, I was eaten clean by the devil.

The newly added white souls were swarmed by the black guys in the long skirts, but in the blink of an eye they became the same thing in a miserable cry, squirming, screaming, the little black head screaming in terror and silent.

A faint blood-stained wall floats a very new wanted post.

#警报! The witch appears! Run! #

"What are you running?" The witch licked her fingers clean, she stroked the black head that kept rising, and frowned in annoyance: "I haven't eaten yet." ”

The black pets scrambled out of their torn dresses and swam on the ground, sniffing the notes in ecstasy, and pounced on the food that had not had time to run far, laughing wildly and sticking out their black heads, plugging the throat of the food, and dragging back the food that could not make a sound of despair.

When the enforcers who maintained order in Cyril arrived, they were left with scratches of varying shades on the ground and a disgusting smell of blood in the air, and many young enforcers looked numb and looked away in pain, unwilling to see this hell on earth.

"Admirers."

The leader of the enforcers crouched down and crushed the black feathers that should not have existed, and he came from another crime scene to get up tirelessly, pressing the wide hat on his head to hide all his expressions.

"It's an admirer of witches." An admirer called a canary is actually more appropriate.

"Damn it!" One of the veteran enforcers cursed, "This woman has begun to have admirers!" ”

Experienced people will see more, more terrible, deeper things than these fledgling stinky boys.

When a vicious criminal appears to worshipper, it means that every subsequent act in the hearts of the worshippers is tantamount to the will of the gods worshiped in religion, and they will imitate and worship in batches, until they see their fanatical idols, and they will not stop committing crimes.

What's even more terrifying is that those things that don't have the slightest conscience in their hearts will gather together like wolves that smell fishy, and while enjoying the thrill of crime, their methods will also advance by leaps and bounds among a group of madmen, becoming more difficult.

"The lord must be notified."

"Hurry up and deal with the scene now!"

"Before the other 'pilgrims' don't come, it must be dealt with!"

"Sometimes I wish I hadn't been an enforcer in this sin capital." The veteran enforcer thumped his hands in pain: "At least there will be witnesses, not a tavern that cannot be searched in the face of the tightness." ”

The red taverns on the closed walls moved, and the wavy walls appeared with yelling mouths, more angry than the old pirates shouting for the stinkboys to let go of their treasure-robbing hands.

"Well, well, I see, the living Tavern, the most enforcer of the city of Cyril, is the glory of my life."

After the enforcers had taken care of the scene, the woman hiding in the tavern wall came out with her tattered dress, snorted, pouted and stomped her foot.

"It's annoying that I didn't find my god."