White Salt City frequently replaces energetic new players, like constantly pouring fresh water into a bucket, and each batch of defensive and offensive players is brand new. ^_^ Look, Ben, Book, Start, Hair, Invite, Start, Meng, Book, Net ^_^, and the Grande team only has 40 players this time, and can only switch offense and defense.

"And they're targeting Beelzebub."

"Yes."

After a short two-minute break, the game entered the second quarter, and when the Grande team got the offensive right again, Beelzebub was besieged, although the pressure on the quarterback and other players was greatly reduced because of this, but as an anomaly, whether it was Big Hopkins or Zipkins, he could clearly see that one of the defenders of White Salt City elbowed Beelzebub in the upper abdomen under the cover and cover of his companions, no need for professional knowledge, most people knew that the solar plexus was centered on the navel and spread out in all directions- Rugby game armor is not unscrupulous, steel helmets, shoulder armor, cuirass, shoulder pads, elbow pads, hip pads, knee pads, thigh pads, hand guards, shin guards...... But there was nothing on the abdomen and back except for a layer of jersey, and if they were dealing with ordinary people, I am afraid that the unlucky ghost would have fallen to the ground and even fainted and fell unconscious. Moreover, according to the latest rules set by the Rugby League Health Committee, players who have suffered such serious injuries cannot be re-played.

And in rugby, there are no limits to substitutions, and the White Salt City team took advantage of that - they have almost no players in their squad who can be called skilled or experienced, so it doesn't matter which one they replace, they are turning their weaknesses into strengths - human physical and mental outbursts don't last long, and a rugby game is 80 minutes long, with only five minutes of rest.

"It doesn't seem fair."

"It's not fair in the first place." Sasha said, "It's all over now." The strength and agility of the Adepts are far higher than those of ordinary people, and they can easily break any record no matter what competition they participate in.

"But I'm not a big fan of fairness." Epkins then whispered. This is Beelzebub. The first battle in Bisandi was also the first step in his long journey. Even if it weren't for him, the defeat would have been an indelible stain on his snow-white resume.

"That's not that hard." Boa. "The next timeout, I'll treat them to tea," Douglas said. He glanced at the Hopkins indifferently, "This is my team too. ”

Wait for Bao'er. Douglas walked away, and Big Hopkins said, "When did it start?" I mean, this creepy thoughtfulness. ”

"Since Katherine has made our relationship public." "And make sure, at least for a short time, when he can't replace me — you see, he's getting smarter," Chipkins said.

Anthony. Hopkins happily bared his sharp little white teeth, "A zealous suitor? Huh?"

"Catherine is not Marcia." Even if she is surrounded by all kinds of perverts. But she wouldn't be a pedophile, and the cold, fine rain struck Sasha's face diagonally, and a small part seeped into his lips. "Of course, it doesn't have much to do with us, but I think if she had a child of her own, maybe she wouldn't be running after my ass like she is now."

"It's hard to say." Big Hopkins stood up and straightened the hood of his rainproof coat for his son, whose blonde hair was wet from the rain and pressed against his cheeks and neck, which he patiently pinched in his hands and strained out the moisture inside. Stuff them into your hat again: "You are the light in her darkness, who in the desert, the air in the universe." The meaning of survival. Catherine's health report, which he had been able to get his hands on, but had not shown to Sasha, was one of the few little secrets he had not shared with Sasha, because perhaps one day it would be a very suitable gift or weapon.

Pause again. The Grande team replaced a player who was knocked down in the attack and couldn't get up. Things aren't going well, and it's time for Big Hopkins to do his job.

Beelzebub beckoned to Sasha, who casually raised his hand as he looked around as he saw a slender, bright figure sneaking towards the players' tunnel.

Sasha immediately stood up, he didn't chase down, it was too slow, he ran up from the spectator tunnel, the two spectator tunnels were like two pieces of bread in a hot dog with a thin and long player's tunnel like a sausage, with railings on both sides, and Sasha's chosen jump landing was about twenty feet from the ground, which was a bit dangerous for the average person - he climbed over the railing, jumped down, and landed right in front of Lila.

"Where are you going?"

Lila stood in the shadows cast by the walls of the passageway, her eyes gloomy, her dark green skinny cheerleading uniform embellished with glitter to form the word "Grande".

"Go to the bathroom." She said.

"Cheerleaders have access to the players' restrooms." "What made you so interested in using the restroom for a distant, cramped, dirty audience?"

Lila's small, pale face showed a smile that almost made people smell sour: "They don't ......" She paused heavily, as if she had said something that shouldn't be said and bit her tongue fiercely, "Is it that your authority is so great that you can control the biological needs of others?" Savior?"

"I don't care about that, Lila, there's nothing in you inside and out that will interest me," Sasha said, hissing almost blending into the rain, and if necessary, he could speak like his own father, not Hopkins, but a "ghoul": "My concern is that the first half is coming to an end, and halftime is when the cheerleaders come on the pitch, if I'm not mistaken, you're the middle between the arrow formation and the pyramid formation, For this you let one of the team members break his leg and the other team member is infected with severe dysentery, and the two reserve players suddenly have a fierce quarrel and then fight and probably have nothing to do with you, no, no need to argue, I'm not interested in this, I'm not Superman, Iron Man is not a judge, I just need you to turn back, the game is going on, the cheerleader and the teacher must be looking for you. ”

"Go back, now, immediately, right now."

Lila took a step back, and she suddenly realized that she didn't understand the boy standing in front of her, and the "institutions" didn't, no, maybe they just didn't say it, Sasha. Hopkins' profile clearly states that he is the "Ghoul" Anthony. Son of Hopkins. She had seen it but didn't pay attention to it, because his appearance and the "things" he showed were so gentle and harmless, she had thought that he was old-fashioned, weak and deceitful, and the only people to be afraid of were his father and his friends.

Sasha walked over to Lila, his frame not tall compared to that of a rugby player, but enough to cover most of the light, the rain and cold wind surrounding him, the hood of his black waterproof jacket was deep, the hair and eyebrows of his forehead were covered by a subtle reflective hat, and his devilish beauty and strange purple eyes shimmered with an inscrutable silver light.

As he was about to pass by, Sasha did something that most people would never have thought of - he leaned over slightly and kissed Lila on the lips.

His skin felt a tingling, and in the next second, a huge force strangled his arm, and he was thrown out.

Lila's arms were raised, her fingers bright red.

Sasha lowered his head, the placket of his shirt torn open—more accurately, the piece of fabric was gone, along with a strip of flesh three fingers wide on his chest.

"Be vigilant." Beelzebub said that he was standing at the mouth of the passage, and his arm was like an elephant's trunk that easily rolled up his brother, and raised him, and brought him to his side, and he observed Sasha's wound, and with a sigh, when his slippery arm was withdrawn from Sasha's body, it left a small piece, and a piece of flesh about the size of a little finger climbed up Sasha's body, and expanded and flattened near the wound, and covered it, and the blood flow immediately stopped, and even the pain disappeared a lot, "You need to go to the hospital." ”

"There's no need." "It's a hassle to go to the hospital," Sasha said. First, he had to explain what he had been injured there, what he had been wounded from, and that the wound might have scabbed over before the doctor could clean it.

"If you insist." Beelzebub turned his head, "Don't worry," he held up a finger, the tip of which was stretched out to look like a flesh-colored branch, "Lila, or can you tell me what unforgivable my brother has done?" you? I don't think so, because you just went into his room in the middle of the night and sat on top of him naked. ”

Lila took a step back, and as a last resort, Beelzebub's other "branches" were less than three inches away from her, they were as dense as a banyan tree, she was capable, but she could only deal with two or three, and the rest could easily gouge out her eyeballs and break her hands and feet.

"I think," said Sasha, "just a kiss."

This day God has been for. Strong Jacob did a lot of things, so at dusk, the devil came looking for him.

"Let everybody assemble," said, "right in this square."

The square Heyman is referring to is actually a terrace in the large mansion where the Strong Jacobs lived, with a cantilevered canopy that shelters from the afternoon sun and overlooks the valley and the salt fields.

All those with the surname Strong Jacob arrived quickly, men and women, young and old, the babies were held by their mothers or siblings, the children stood in front of the adults, and those behind were allowed to stand on the steps, so that everyone could see the people in the center of the square.

The man standing in the center of the square was a little girl, no more than fifteen years old, with a beautiful face, she was not dressed as tightly as the others, she had only a thin nightgown on her body, barefoot, her hair was unkempt, and her face was covered with a large black blue, and her face was square, as if she had been smashed by something.

((One second to remember)