Tortureblade looked at her calmly, his expression still unchanged. Frannie was a little angry.

She is very confident in her appearance, her figure. Even though he was dressed so temptingly, this man did not have any emotions, as if his perfect body was no different from a piece of wood in his eyes.

Torture Blade is calm. Because he is a pure man. Torture Blade, who has been hunting with old hunters since childhood, has no interest in women, money, and treasures. For you to arouse his interest and cause waves in his heart, there are only powerful and dangerous prey.

So, Tortureblade turned and walked away, passing by Flani, without any memory of the goddess that all the youth of the alliance had been thinking about.

"Torture Blade !!" Frannie was furious, and her proud chest rose and fell sharply. That beautiful, thin bra looked like it was in danger of breaking at any moment.

Tortureblade didn't respond, not even the slightest hesitation.

Frannie saw this, and finally knew that it was impossible to convince this man now. So she relented for the first time.

"That's it! All right! I was wrong, you can get me out of here! Frannie said coquettishly.

When Torture Blade heard this, he didn't stop, but only turned his face slightly and said, "You asked me to kill these people, and I have already killed them." I don't owe you anything. If you want to get out, figure it out yourself. ”

"I..." At this time, Frankie was angry, and the grace and self-control she had cultivated over the years could no longer contain the anger and resentment in her heart.

Tortureblade didn't care about Farney's appearance, didn't look at it more, strolled open the door, and disappeared into the dim light.

The last protective barrier was gone, and Farney swept the empty, dimly lit hall before the pungent smell of blood ran down her nose and into her lungs.

"Vomit..."

"Something's wrong! Something happened! ”

There was a jumble of shouting outside. When Frannie heard this, she hurriedly wiped her mouth and clasped her hands on her chest.

"Did they find out something was going on here? Not good! If these people see it..." Frankney's face was as pale as paper, and she looked down at her snow-white skin and devilish figure.

For the first time since she was born, she felt a trace of regret for having such a beauty.

Rumble!

The huge and heavy wooden door was brutally opened by the force of terror. When Frannie heard this, her delicate body trembled, and she said in despair, "It's over!" Am I really going to die here? ”

"Oh!? Looks like my precious niece isn't going to be fine. "In the dim light, there was an old man who was a little thin, but with a huge skeleton.

The old man was on crutches and dressed in a modest black robe.

The old man's face was still quite young, and in the middle of the slight wrinkles, a pair of anxious eyes swept the corpses all over the room. After that, it became a relief.

"Uncle Deng Heng!" The moment she saw the old man, Frankie's face changed 360 degrees, as if she had gone from despair of falling into hell to great joy of being promoted to heaven.

"Dean, it's done." Behind Deng Heng were several students led by Silla.

A few people who had just stopped saw Frannie in sexy underwear running towards Deng Heng in tears. In particular, the huge murder weapon on his chest made several students swallow saliva with difficulty.

Deng Heng took off his shirt, quickly put it on for Frannie, gently hugged her trembling body in his arms, and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay." What's going on? ”

Outside the castle, the body of the torture blade slowly returned from transparency to its normal form, and the head of the torture blade disappeared into the twilight woods without looking back.

Resolved two grievances in a row, making Torture Blade feel very comfortable. The heart is relaxed, and there is even a touch of pleasure.

"Keep hunting." Tortureblade said, touching the spirit on his left arm.

The largest and most luxurious hotel chain in Sandstone City.

Frankie, who had taken a bath, was wearing pink pajamas, sitting on the edge of the bed and talking to Deng Heng about her experience just now.

"Paro, Lord of Sandstone City, I remember it was Baruka who supported him to the throne. So what Paro's son did this time seems to be more than just a reckless sperm worm in the brain. Rather, it was a deliberate act authorized by Baruka. ”

Deng Heng pinched his crutches and analyzed with a gloomy face.

Frannie nodded and said, "Now that I think about it, it is. No matter what kind of hand he Paro is here, he will not dare to do anything to me. ”

After the stakes were analyzed clearly, Deng Heng asked with interest, "You said that the torture blade is a bald-headed scar-faced?" ”

At the mention of the Blade, Frankie was both angry and longing. Nod and say, "Yes!" This man is a very simple, very pure person. As long as this kind of person grasps his pain points or desires, he can become a sharp blade! ”

Deng Heng looked at Frankie's excited look, and thought of the young man squatting on the edge of the cliff and the wild eyes in his mind.

"Since you are so optimistic about him, then take a look." Deng Heng got up as he said and said with a smile.

Two days later.

The Blade of Torture, returning from the hunt, once again entered Sandstone City.

This time, Torture Blade got ten wisdom stones. But the results are still sad. Ten items worth a total of 500 yuan were exchanged for only a large bowl of white rice.

This once again created a gap in Tortureblade's imagination.

He wasn't full, but at least he didn't make Blade feel particularly hungry.

But for Tortureblade, the worst thing is not this rice. It's that something is wrong with his spiritual sense.

"The consumption of psionic energy is ten times greater than before. Looks like something is wrong with the psionic supply. "Tortureblade knows a lot about Lingjian. Even the spiritual code in his hand was transformed by his own hands.

For a problem like this, as long as he is given materials, he can solve it in half an hour. Of course, only if there are materials.

Although the Spirit Guard is popular, the configuration of the Combat Spirit Beam is completely different from that of the Worker Spirit Guide. The Combat Psychic requires a supply with a higher output power to keep the Particle weapon sharp.

However, this kind of high-power supply requires at least 1,000 yuan.

Torture Blade didn't have any money, and now he didn't have a penny.

Just when the torture blade was in a dilemma.

"This little brother, you're a hunter, aren't you?" Greasy, even somewhat funny voices sounded.

Tortureblade's pupils constricted, and he looked cautiously at the people around him.

It was a balding fat man, not tall, covered with fat, like a ball of meat.

Torture Blade didn't speak, and looked at him quietly.

The meat ball showed the exclusive smile of the profiteer. The fat was squeezed with a smile and piled up. Even those little eyes were covered by fat.

"You help me kill someone, I'll help you fix the spiritual certificate, and even replace it for you." The greasy sound came from the mouth full of yellow teeth, accompanied by a heavy smell of smoke.

Tortureblade stared at him with a wary look and asked in a deep voice, "How do you know?" ”

Meatball pointed to the scratches on the spirit book and said, "I'm in this business." This scratch must have been made by the Scourge Beast, right? ”

The torture blade didn't move, staring at him intently.

Meatball smiled and stepped forward and said, "There is an old man who provoked me." But you also know that a merchant has a merchant's rules. We only look at the money, and we don't hurt anyone. ”

Torture Blade was silent for a moment, then said, "Who? ”

"An old man with some identity, I've already investigated it. He'll stay in the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce west of the hotel for a while each day, as long as you kill him. I'll help you with your spiritual practice. ”

The meatball profiteer said with his trademark smile.

Tortureblade's dark eyes stared at the ball of flesh. The meat ball that was stared at by the torture blade just now smiled a little stiffly.

Because of being watched by this person, he remembered the past when he was chased by the Calamity Dragon.

Douda's sweat left from his fat cheeks, and the meat ball hand picked up the handkerchief on his chest with some trembling, wiped the sweat, and reluctantly asked, "How..." ”

After more than ten seconds, Torture Blade's lips opened slightly, and he said a word.

"Row"

Meatball breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, stretched out his fat hand and said, "My name is Lasik, what about you?" ”

Tortureblade didn't answer, and turned to leave.

Lasic looked at the back of the torture blade, his sesame-like eyes shining with a shrewd divine light.

At night, the business district of Sandstone City is brightly lit. People who enter the nightlife come and go here, living a drunken life.

This is the high-end area of Sandstone City, and the people who come here are people with money or status. Even the women here are not called Ji women, but "Aid Girls"

Because the women here are not like those Ji women, they usually have a good upbringing and a rich life. They are even the eldest lady of some family, or the wife of the president of the Chamber of Commerce.

These ladies are high-class goods,

The Rhodes Chamber of Commerce is a landmark building in the entire business district. The huge cross-shaped building has become a symbol of the commercial prosperity here.

Because in any corner of the continent, as long as there is a chamber of commerce of the Rhodes Group, then that region is destined to rise rapidly.

The transparent body of the torture blade squatted not far from the door of the Chamber of Commerce. The muscles and muscles of the whole body are tense from time to time, but Fan Song.

Bend your legs and land on all fours. At this time, the eyes of the torture blade were spiritual, and the body was motionless, not even trembling or twitching.

In this state, Tortureblade's breathing rate and body temperature slowly decreased, just like a dead man.

Tortureblade learned a lot from the old hunters. At the same time, it has inherited a lot.

This stealth ability, which makes the body completely transparent, was inherited from the old hunter.

Despite his powerful abilities, the Blade of Torture did not let up in the slightest. Even though the body is invisible, the breath and body temperature are still there.

And these two, in high-intensity hunting, are the difference between life and death.

in the hall of the Chamber of Commerce.

Lasik looked at Deng Heng with a coquettish smile, and the fat accumulation could no longer see his eyes.

"My lord, did you say he would come?" Sila asked with a complicated face.

Deng Heng nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, for a beast, if the claw is injured, it must be repaired." Otherwise, he would have no chance of living. ”

Sila bowed her head and did not speak.

"Go down! In the future, when you go to Apocalypse City to do business, you can report my name. Deng Heng waved his hand at Lasik.

When Lasic heard this, he immediately knelt down in gratitude, and after a burst of almost annoying thanks, he left with an excited face.