Two young women with the body and looks of an old-time supermodel follow closely behind the old man, and their cold expressions and swaying footwork together form a strange charm. However, if you look at it only from the perspective of fashion, they are far less than the old people in front of them, and they will always give people a cutting-edge impact.

As the old man walked, he sighed: "Henral is actually very, very smart, one of the smartest people I have ever met, but he has some problems with his personality. But who is to blame for this? Anyone will go crazy if they stay around that old thing in Beblaz for a long time! Henral is very talented, and he has the blood of the Bebraz family, and he can have a bunch of messy abilities at this age, note that I'm only talking about abilities above the 6th order. In terms of other talents, he is better than Persephone and Oberen of the Arthur family! It was only because he was Beblaz's only son that his potential was suppressed. Do you know what Henral's biggest weakness is? ”

Since the old man asked like this, the two supermodel-like women, of course, hurried to ask very interestingly. This made the old man feel very happy, and he smiled and uncovered the mystery: "Henral's only weakness is that he is too unlucky. If there was one more shortcoming, it was that he chose Sosa, who was also unlucky, as his personal bodyguard. ”

"How is that possible?! Didn't Young Master Henral have an eighth-order occult ability? How can such luck be bad? A woman asked, surprised, she really didn't understand.

This sincere surprise made the old man enjoy it very much, and he smiled even more charmingly, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be a carefully outlined line: "Henral does have the ability of the eighth order occult, and this ability is still lucky!" Of course, this is the result of my wise choice. It's a pity that his luck is so bad that an eighth-order luck is not enough to reverse his fate. If he is willing to completely follow my guidance and give up those dispensable combat abilities, then it is entirely possible to generate a ninth-order ability this year, and he is really lucky! Only true luck could have changed his fate, well, I mean, maybe not die that soon. Unfortunately, Henral didn't heed my advice and chose to add some useless combat abilities. Perhaps in his opinion, whether he can sleep with a woman all night is more important than living a few more years. ”

At this point, the old man suddenly stopped. In front of his snow-white leather shoes, there was something like charcoal. This piece was originally one of Henral's legs, and under the high heat and radiation of the explosion, it was completely charred.

This may be the only trace that Henral left in this world.

Looking at this piece of gray charcoal, the old man shook his head, sighed, and said, "Actually, refusing to listen to my advice is also a sign of bad luck!" ”

The old man stopped, and in front of him, a faint radiant light was playing out the final battle scene. The pale green figure was blurry, but it was still possible to distinguish Sue's intermingling, Henral's hysteria, and Medirli's composure and indifference.

Before Sue could reach the battlefield, Henral had already thrown Medirli to the ground, and then couldn't wait to pounce on him. He grabbed the garment from Medirri's chest, but no longer had the strength to tear it open. Henral's entire body maintained a strange bow, stiffening.

Medirri's left leg was curled up, and her knee was just above Henral's lower abdomen. This position is a little up, but in his congested state, it can still spread to fatal parts. And with Henral's full thrust, this is just the right thing to maximize the force and thus the damage to Henral.

Such a heavy blow made Henral, who was almost defenseless, faint on the spot!

He then bounced off Medirri like lightning and stepped back a few meters. Medirli took a very peculiar pose, if Henral was still in his original position, then his lower body would be bombarded by her right knee again, and at that time, even with the seventh-order defense, Henral's fragile reproductive organs would not escape the fate of destroying Miè. At the same time, his left hand would fall into Medirli's hands, which would be broken by her in an instant.

Next, I'm afraid it will only take a few seconds for Medirli to be able to tear apart Henral's bones!

In an instant, Henral almost fell from extreme excitement to the abyss of ruin! The contrast was incomparably stimulating, and fear and madness took over his soul. He screamed and rushed at Medirli, relying on the huge difference in body and strength to **** her, and then in his favorite way, grabbing her hair and kicking her body desperately, trying to break her sense of resistance and her body of resistance with the beating and pain.

If it was just to get Medirri's body, Henral could have knocked her unconscious and did whatever he wanted. He has a huge toolbox that helps him have shows that don't repeat throughout the night. Or to be more complicated, he can also break her limbs and seal her mouth, the advantage is that he can enjoy the other person's painful reaction, but the disadvantage is that this reaction is incomplete.

Henral has a fetish for perfection, he can't accept incomplete ****, he needs tyrannical, screaming, painful and humiliating expressions, trembling, squirming, trembling, moaning and helpless pushing. However, as long as Medirli still has the will and body to resist, with her almost predictable terrifying fighting ability, any time Henral pounces, before enjoying the above qiē, it must be his fragile reproductive organs that will be destroyed first.

So he can only keep fighting, and the more he fights, the more anger that cannot be vented. This made him not even notice the short but violent decisive battle between Sue and Sosa, nor did he see Sue rushing towards him with indescribable speed, nor did he realize what the vague sarcasm in Medirri's eyes meant.

Then, it was this Henral, who had multiple sixth-order combat abilities, who was knocked away by Su's punch, and, because there was too much room for attack to choose from, Su even had the luxury of being able to charge up a little, and then blast him away with more power and more destructive punch shocks, which would fill his spine with cracks!

The old man looked at him silently, while the two young women stood quietly to his left and right, but there was a strange look on their faces.

It seemed to be under the attention of the old man, and the image suddenly became clear, and even Henral's words of threatening Su with Bebraz were restored word for word. As a result, the old man's face changed accordingly, and the originally charming smile was now a little more bitter.

If he hadn't said those last few words, he might have survived. This hapless fellow! The old man sighed softly. There can be many causes of bad luck, such as arrogance, ignorance, or rage, but at this time, there is often only one result of bad luck, and that is death.

Su didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, causing half of Henral's small body to turn into ashes, and there was no possibility of resurrection. The old man's sharp eyes saw that before pulling the trigger, the green tendons on the back of Su's left hand were constantly beating, and he finally understood that no matter what Henral said, he was actually dead.

This did nothing to raise Henral's opinion in the old man's mind. There was no possibility of even being forgiven, and there was no doubt that his luck was extremely bad. The old man even had some doubts that the true luck of the ninth order was enough to withstand Henral's bad luck. But the idea didn't make any sense anymore, because Henral was dead.

At this time, the woman on the left side of the old man suddenly said, "That Su's luck seems to be very good!" ”

"It's not just good, it's too good to be true. As bad as Henral's luck is, so does his luck. The old man said.

"Such a high level of luck? Could it be that he also has the lucky ability of the occult?! The woman's face was shocked. She knew that Su had an eighth-order perceptual ability, and if she had an eighth-order lucky ability, it would mean that Su's strength had touched the threshold of a general! The power of the Soviet Union must be reestimated, and this will most likely mean that the potential of the Soviet Union is much greater than originally judged. If such a guy has to become an enemy, then he must be eliminated early, and he must not be allowed to grow up.

"No, I've seen Sue's battle record, he can't have so many evolution points." The old man's negation relieved the young woman. However, the next words made her worry rise again: "Su's own luck is already too good, as long as he has two or three levels of occult ability, he can magnify this luck to the point where his enemies can bear it. ”

"Do we need to kill him now?" The young woman asked with a murderous expression.

"Sue has run away, this is a very smart fellow." The old man smiled, as if he was not worried about running away from such an enemy. He looked at his two assistants, shook his head, and said, "There's no need to worry too much. Good luck and bad luck are completely different. ”

The old man looked around at the dark, cold, desolate, and dangerous wilderness, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Remember, that good and bad are not exactly equal. In these hellish times, bad things are much more likely to happen. Moreover, good and bad luck come at a cost. For example, this hapless Henral, don't look like an idiot and a madman now, but if he can survive these years, he will become an even more terrible figure than his father! Sue's luck is indeed very good, however, sooner or later, he will pay the price for his good luck, and judging from his current luck, this price is not affordable for him anyway. Unless ......"

"Unless what?" The two young women asked in unison, satisfying the old man's vanity to the fullest.

The old man pointed to the dark night sky, made an explosive gesture, and said with a smile: "Unless this world is ruined!" ”