The abuser will feel sick soon, but when the role changes one day, the former abuser is like meat on a chopping board and can't resist. Then there is only fear left in the heart of the abuser.

Bhapa. Midnay played with the ten rings that once belonged to Spiro. The white gold base is set with cat's eye-sized gemstones, each of which is priceless. And in every gemstone of different colors, there will be a trace of black gas flowing, which looks like a peerless treasure. In Midnay's eyes, it was worse than hell. Bucka with red eyes. Midnay was like a beast that had been devouring people, and his shirt was already wet with sweat.

"There are dozens of souls in each ring, how many people has this old bastard killed?" Bhapa. Midnay said weakly. In the eyes of Nisha, the 'red-eyed zombie king', she can clearly see the souls trapped in the gem, both men and women, old and young. The hideous, twisted face seemed to let out a miserable howl.

"That old bastard, damn it! What could be more abominable than playing with the soul? Nissa said lightly. Perhaps because of her mother, Nissa is full of resentment towards dark creatures who play with the lives of ordinary people. Glancing at Spiro, who was out of breath and out of breath, Nissa elegantly wiped the blood from her fingers with a handkerchief.

"Please, kill me, please, give me a good time! Don't torture me anymore...," Spiro pleaded, slumped in his chair. Nissa's jaw was crushed, so sticky saliva kept flowing out as she spoke. Having lost his limbs, the noble marquis was so frightened by Spiro's plight that a stream of yellow liquid flowed from his crotch.

Bhapa. Midnay clutched the ring in his hand and walked up to Spiro, "That's what these people begged you for before they died, right?" When the dark wizard collects the soul, he doesn't want to let this soul side the fear! Despair! How can this give rise to resentful spirits? "Bappa. Midnay said in a deep voice.

"Please, kill me," Spiro begged, as her muscles had been torn off by Nissa with her sharp nails. Only a thin membrane remains on the skeleton, and the beating heart is faintly visible. There was not a trace of blood on that pale face. As for why not dead yet, because Bucka was standing by and watching. From time to time, Midnay would pour life-saving potions into Spiro's mouth. More than a dozen empty bottles have been discarded on the ground. Under the effect of more than a dozen bottles of witch potions, Spiro, who had lost all his muscles, still had a breath.

"Kill you? No, no, no! I promised that stinky boy to live well, like a dog! Be a good pawn! The two don't help each other. How can I do it? After speaking, he looked at the Vacheron Constantin men's watch on his wrist, "Adrenaline can make people more awake." This potion is a life-saving thing. However, there is a disadvantage that the effect of continuous use is halved. Other words. You'll have half an hour more to live! ”

This kind of life-saving medicine has become the thing that Spiro hates the most at this time, constantly stimulating the secretion of adrenaline, and the nerves as if they have been stimulated are more awake. Spiro could clearly feel the pain of the mixed body, when the wolf girl cut the flesh of the nails with the scalpel-sharp nails just now, the painful feeling made Spiro faint, but when he saw Spiro faint to death, Bappa. Midenay would pour a bottle of potion into Spiro's mouth, and it was this repeated pain that he fainted and then woke up with the potion. It went on sixteen times.

After cleaning the blood stains from the nails. Nissa walked towards Marshall, who had been strapped to the stool, and Marshall, whose hands and feet had been cut off by Nissa, was now tied to the stool from the waist with a rope like a human stick.

"Minai, vampires should be a lot stronger than ordinary people, right? I wonder how many blows he has to take before he faints? Nissa held out her index finger, black nails with a metallic sheen emerging from her fingertips. Shook in front of Marshall.

As a vampire, Marcier could naturally smell the smell of blood emanating from those white hands. Just now, I watched this devil-like woman tear off the skin and flesh of Spiro's body piece by piece with this sharp nail. It's going to be your turn soon. How could Marcil not be frightened.

Bhapa. Midnay was also interested in Nissa's question, frowning and thinking, "It should be a lot stronger." Aren't you the one who smashed his guts with one punch? It didn't take a few days to recover on its own. I guess this guy must have used a lot of those life-saving potions. ”

Nissa has a long-standing grudge against the vampire, and the natural enemies of werewolves and vampires, coupled with her experience in Count Dracula's home, Nissa will not be soft on vampires at all.

The corners of his mouth curled up and a sneer: "I think these sanctimonious guys are just fucking straw bales with a bright appearance and weeds inside." Or let's make a bet, I'll bet this guy won't last thirty strokes and faint! As he spoke, he took five cents out of his pocket and flicked it on the table.

Bhapa. Midnay also pulled out a penny and threw it on the table. Pointing to the scars left by Marcier, he said, "This bastard has made more than thirty cuts on me, and I think he will be able to take a few more hits than me!" ”

The original knives and fish have been reversed, and the who was once at his mercy a few months ago has now become the god of death who controls his own destiny. And just now, Spiro's screaming scream still echoed in his ears. How could this make the once high Marquis Marcel not be frightened?

Hearing that the two demons were betting on themselves, Marcile became even more desperate. Desperate to just think that as long as I could die quickly. Don't be tortured like Spiro. Perhaps Marcile felt the mood of those who had been tortured and killed by him. Despair, helplessness, fear, and all kinds of emotions want to torment and collapse this high nobleman.

Seeing Nissa's fingers dangling across her chest, she didn't know where Marciel's strength came from. actually yelled, "Ahhhhh!!h With a thud to his waist, he broke free of the rope and slammed his chest against Nissa's sharp fingers, and with a thud, the scalpel-sharp nails sank straight into Marcel's chest. Pierced his heart. "Hehehe, it feels so wonderful to die." Marcile muttered.

Nissa didn't expect this guy to end his life in this way, so she spat in frustration and pulled out her index finger inserted in the other's chest. Turning his head to glance at the shocked Bappa. Midnay smiled and said, "Count me in winning!" ”

"Damn! Is that okay too? Bastard! If you die, it will cause me to lose money! "Bappa. Midnay scolded. The tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't help but slide down. Nissa looked at her former comrade and didn't know how to comfort her. sighed and said, "I've helped you out!" A big man is crying? Don't look for me next time with this kind of perverted work! It's dirty. ”

Bhapa. Midenay took a cigar in his mouth and stubbornly exclaimed, "Who's crying?" Is it good to smoke? It's definitely a fake, this bullshit cigar is fucking choking! By the way, didn't you like to do this job before? ”

Nissa glanced at the in front of her and exclaimed, "That was before! Now the old lady doesn't need it! "Since becoming the 'Red Eye Zombie King'. Do you still need to improve your cultivation by killing like werewolves? After speaking, he dropped the handkerchief to wipe his hands and walked out without looking back.

And Spiro and Marcile are naturally these two things by Bappa. Midnay came to clean up, destroying corpses is the witch doctor's forte, Bhapa. Midnay concocted a bottle of yellow smoke and poured the potion on Marcel's body, whose flesh bubbled and melted like butter in hot water, and Spiro took his last breath thirty minutes later, but with a relieved expression on his face. Bhapa. Midnay poured the rest of the potion on the infamous dark wizard, and the bones seemed to have met the foam of sulfuric acid. Melts instantly. The two pools of foul-smelling yellow liquid on the ground were the only traces left in the world by Marcel and Spiro.

The afternoon sun shines on the cold high-rise buildings, as if to put a golden coat on these cold reinforced concrete buildings. Nisha, who was dressed in a red trench coat, walked down the street, although the large black sunglasses covered her delicate face, but her tall and hot figure still became the scenery of the opposite sex.

The werewolf had cleaned Nissa's masalati, but instead of driving, Nissa roamed the streets gracefully, for the simple reason that reason was simple. In order to open the chess piece that was buried many years ago.

The former werewolf and vampire hybrid were passed down by Li She to become a descendant. Even if it becomes the 'Red-Eyed Zombie King', the original werewolf characteristics. and vampires were completely developed by Li She's 'fire ray' essence blood, not to mention a pair of bat wings when transforming, and even the body was covered with the thick fur of a werewolf. The perfect combination of speed and strength, it can be said that even with Tsunade, who has fifty times the strength of the fist. A keen sense of smell combined with the vibrant light reflected in her mind by the yin qi that diffused out of her body allowed Nissa to find her purpose in the flow of people after work. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he walked towards the yellow taxi on the side of the road.

The taxi driver was a white lad of fifteen or sixteen years old. Wearing a peaked cap and a gray jacket, he was looking intently at the thick book in his hand. At this time, the rear door was opened, and a beautiful woman wearing a red trench coat and black sunglasses sat in the car. Chase. Kramer hurriedly put down the book "Bapa. Biography of Midnay. He turned around and asked, "Ma'am, where are you going?" ”

When Chas. When Kramer saw the long brown hair and familiar face of the person in the back seat, the whole person seemed to be electrocuted, although the other party covered most of his face with sunglasses, but this face that appeared countless times in his memory still made Chas. Kramer couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister Ninisha! Is it really you? Sister Nissa! ”

Nissa deliberately showed a blank expression on her face, slowly took off her glasses, and asked suspiciously, "Do we know each other?" ”

When Nissa was seen taking off her sunglasses, Chas. Kramer was so excited that he burst into tears. "Sister Nissa! It's me! That little boy you saved in the park thirteen years ago! It's me! I'm Chas. Kramer! "Chas. Kramer choked up. Misunderstood by family, friends over the years. The grievances when he was laughed at were as if he wanted to tell Nissa, the lifesaver.

Nissa frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Thirteen years ago? It's been a long time! But I still have a little impression, I remember as if I saved six little boys in a park! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it! I'm the only boy who didn't pass out! Then I told the bastards that we were captured by a witch and that you saved us! They wouldn't believe it! "Chas. Kramer nodded hurriedly.

"Hehehe, the world is so small, I didn't expect it to be able to meet us! Would you like to take me to Citibank? The little one who doesn't die! Nissa smiled sweetly.

Meeting old acquaintances in a foreign country is one of the four joys of life. Not to mention Chas. Kramer has been looking for a lifesaver for years. Chase. Kramer stepped on the gas pedal and hurriedly drove towards Citibank. (To be continued......)

PS: Two more send! Busy nibbling on books! It's late!