It was night, and the city lord's mansion was brightly lit.

Although Cyril blocked the news of the assassination, the cold spears in the hands of the servants who bowed their heads and walked quickly and the patrolmen who had nearly doubled still reflected the tension in the house, and in the early hours of the morning, when the creatures were at their sleepies, a dark shadow suddenly passed by in the shadows of the outermost corner of the wall in the northwest.

Following the path he had walked last time, Lear easily touched the back garden of the City Lord's Mansion, and through a mottled rockery was Cyril's study, of course, provided that it could not be discovered by the dense guards in the back garden and the patrols that had to pass every minute or two, it seemed that Cyril had been much more cautious since the last incident.

Lear hid behind the rockery and observed for a while, already knowing the arrangement of the guards and the frequency of patrols, such a configuration is okay to block ordinary people, but it is obviously not enough to keep him outside, the reason why he has not acted until now is just that he is not sure where Cyril is at this time and where the other two people are.

If you want to sleep, someone will send a pillow, just as Lear is considering whether to venture in first to investigate, a small footsteps suddenly sounded from far to near from behind him, through the gap in the rockery, it was two evil ghosts dressed as servants, looking at them with their heads down and hurrying, as if they were afraid that the ghosts would knock on the door in the middle of the night, and there was no awareness of the hell race at all.

Lear was unceremonious, the two servants had just approached, and he rushed out like a lurking cheetah, and in the dim firelight, he seemed to be pushed by the night wind to create a shadow, and the two servants had already been slipped back to the rockery by Learti.

"If you don't want to die, what I ask, you answer. Lear withdrew his left hand, which had broken the neck of the other demon, and said coldly to the survivor.

There is such a thing as an insider, one is enough.

The evil ghost, who wanted to scream, stuck a terrible cry in his throat when he saw this, covered his mouth with his hands and nodded desperately, his eyes were full of girlish horror, and there were a little tears.

"Female ghosts?"

Lear was stunned for a moment when he saw this, but then he shook his head, calling him the same for both male and female ghosts, and besides, these guys are all virtuous, who has the kung fu to distinguish so much.

"Where's Cyril?"

That being said, after learning the other party's gender, Lear finally slowed down his voice a bit, and although he still had a cold face, he was finally no longer so murderous.

"In... ...... in the study," the ghost girl replied in horror, her voice disconnected from her voice from her excessive nervousness.

"What about Zeda and Isis?" asked Lear again.

"West... Southwest...... Rooms...... Lord Zeda...... Mugwort...... Lord Isis had gone out earlier...... Still....... Haven't come back yet. Although the ghost girl's stuttering was getting worse, Lear finally understood what she meant, but it was because of this that his brow furrowed deeply.

"What the hell?" he said to himself.

"Huh!?" However, the demon girl took this as a question to her, and when she didn't understand it all at once, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and finally couldn't help but exclaim.

"Shut up!"

Lear angrily scolded the demon girl, but through the gap in the rockery, he saw that the guards on the other side had apparently heard the movement, and a small group of Magog was running quickly towards his location under the leadership of the captain.

"No...... Don't kill me......" As if she had foreseen her next fate, the ghost girl trembled and curled up into a ball, just as she expected, Lear had raised her palm with a cold look in her eyes, but just a second later, the palm that would have fallen to the girl's head suddenly changed direction and landed heavily on the back of her neck, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the ghost girl leaned against the shadow of the rockery and fainted.

"Damn chivalry!" Lear cursed in a low voice, and sprang out of the rockery.

"There's an assassin!" Even if they didn't see Lear's figure clearly at all, they saw a black light passing by, but the guards who had already heard the wind and the grass and trees immediately tore their throats and wailed, this wail was like an old whip that drove a donkey to grind, and after a roar, the entire city lord's mansion immediately became agitated like boiling hot oil.

"Hell!" Lear was indignant in his heart, but he was helpless, it was impossible for the guards to visit the City Lord's Mansion at night like this, and with the experience of this time, it would undoubtedly be much more difficult to come back next time.

What's more, if it is indeed according to what the evil ghost girl told him, tonight is undoubtedly the best time for him to break Zeda first to obtain the golden armor, but he was broken by this inexplicable exclamation, but fortunately, Lear is not the kind of person who will suffer more than gains and losses, the opportunity has passed, and he no longer hesitates to stop him, and after a few exertions under his feet, he jumped out of the city lord's mansion like a goshawk and rushed into the endless night.

The night was as cold as water, thick and oppressive, and after diving back into the house where he had been hiding, Lear stopped after landing in the corner.

"Come out!" he let out a low shout of rage into the house, his muscles tensing as his eyes stared at the dilapidated door panel like electricity, ready for battle.

"Tut-tut, it's really cautious, the wine is warm late at night, and there are guests coming, can't you come in and sit with me......" It's like kneading milk in honey, and it's like boiling the whole pot of sugar and then adding thick and suitable orange juice, like a silky bead and a drunken sound that penetrates into every nerve with the night, making people's hearts beat faster and breathing faster, teasing the most primitive lust in the heart and at the same time the most likely to make people lose their minds.

In short, people who heard this voice, regardless of gender, would probably have the urge to commit a crime at the first time, but when Lear saw the bewitching figure that slowly came out from behind the broken door, his expression completely cooled.

"Moryl!" he whispered, while his back bent slightly, his chest and abdomen were tucked in at the same time, his left foot retreated half a step, and his body was completely in combat mode after his ideology.

"Is this necessary? If I want to kill you, how can I come alone?" Moriel frowned slightly at the hostility shown by Lear, but then regained that enchanting charm, and a smile more perfect than the most skilled craftsman could carve appeared on her face, and after she smiled like this, it seemed that the darkness that roamed around her became ambiguous.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about, especially since I've ruined your good deeds in Nigon, don't tell me you don't mind, don't hold grudges women I'm afraid you haven't been born in this world yet. However, Moriel's persuasion did not help Lear at all, and he still sneered coldly when he heard this.

Sure enough, when she heard Lear mention the matter of Nigon, a trace of cold killing intent flashed in Moriel's eyes, but it was also a blink of an eye, so she carefully put away the trace of killing intent, and continued to say in a charming manner: "One yard to one yard, at least now I don't want to be your enemy, don't you want to know what I came to you for?"

In order to show that he really had no intention of going to war, Morriel even swung two steps forward with his tight and attractive buttocks, and made a completely defenseless gesture.

"Say, what are you looking for me for?" Lear frowned and stopped Moryl from moving further, this distance was already the maximum safe range he could accept, God knows if Moryl would turn into a dragon and swallow him in one bite, but he was also very curious about what Moryl came to him for at this time, it was not because life was too difficult in Hinders, and he wanted him to turn around and help her say a few good words in front of the Dragon Ancestor.

"I know where Isis is. ”

A person of Morryll's level naturally knows when to say and do something, and seeing that Lear's hostility towards her has not diminished in the slightest, she no longer deliberately behaves coquettishly, and her expression is much more solemn when she turns her words.

"Oh?"

A meaningful smile tugged at the corners of Lear's mouth, and the tone of his voice was so lengthened that the night began to echo with undisguised suspicion, and his first reaction was that it was a trap set by Cyril and Moriel, because he had just been kicked out of the city lord's mansion with his front foot, and Moryl followed up to tell him a great opportunity, a coincidence that made Lear, who had never been favored by Lady Luck, scoff.

"I know you don't believe it, but I'm still going to tell you that Isis and Zeda are more powerful than you can imagine, and they are by no means comparable to Aiden's ilk, plus the benefits of a treasure and an extra Cyril, if the three of them are together, you basically have no chance of winning, let alone realizing your plan. ”

At this moment, Morrill seemed to have regained the cold queen style of commanding, and she watched Lear's red lips close several times, but there was an extremely serious light in her eyes.

"What are my plans? You seem to know a lot of things that I don't even know about, if it's really like you said, why did you come to inform me, just watch me die, I'm sorry, although I've always prided myself on being handsome and dashing Yushu Linfeng is extremely intelligent, but I really can't think of a reason why you will help me, don't you be a shaky M, because I abused you once and fell in love with me, right?"

Lear still had that playful smile on his face, but his mouth was sarcastic without mercy.

"I really don't mind if you go to death in a different environment, and I'm even happy to add a fire. Ignoring Lear's ramblings, Morriel said solemnly, "In the current situation, Offer and Longzu have reached some kind of agreement, and I seem to have become an outcast, although it seems that I still have more than 10,000 troops and a large number of people, but as long as Sindesbai takes my supplies, my army will fall apart in less than a month, in fact, they are already doing this." ”

Speaking of this, a hint of hatred flashed in Moriel's eyes, she paused, and then continued: " If nothing else, after cleaning you up, their next target should be me, so helping you at this time is helping myself, killing Isis, and also teaching them a little lesson to let them understand that I am not easy to mess with, and at the same time you can achieve your own goal, a win-win situation, as for your purpose, I don't need to explain it, judging from Aiden's desperate desire to kill you, do you think I haven't heard the legend of the Vulcan sword?"

Lear didn't answer immediately and fell into a long silence, he didn't ask the stupid question of why Moryl didn't do it himself, but according to Moriel, if he was willing to be a blade for the other party, it seemed to be the best ending for both of them, of course, provided that Moryl was indeed trustworthy, and this was something that Lear could not let go of anyway.

"Since you know the Vulcan Sword, you naturally also know the Doomsday Blade, aren't you afraid to wait for me to melt the Doomsday Blade and turn around and slash you?"

After a while, Lear finally finished thinking about it, and he asked coldly, but what he didn't expect was that after he asked this question, Moryl let out a burst of laughter, and even because the movements were too violent, the two beautiful scenery on his chest shook in a dizzying arc.

"Ouch!" it was also a long time before Moryl clutched her stomach and let out a coquettish flout, "I didn't think you had such a sense of humor", she pointed at Lear with her slender fingers like spring onions, her eyes narrowed almost into the shape of a flower.

"What's so funny. Lear frowned and said in displeasure, he really didn't mean to joke at all, who knows what kind of epilepsy Moryl smoked.

"Not to mention that the parts of the Doomsday Blade require four holy weapons, and even if you succeed in killing Zeda and Isis, you can only get three of them, I already know what you agreed with the Dragon Ancestor, I hate that this information came too late, if I was determined to continue to attack at that time, I am afraid that you will choose to stand by and watch, right? In this way, in fact, we can't talk about any hatred at all, it's all a deal, and now we're the same, besides, even if you take 10,000 steps back and you really melt the Doomsday Blade, but will a man like you be limited to this cramped and dark underground?, "Speaking of these two words, Moryl reverted to the kind of coquettishness that makes men crazy and women suffer, "Can I die at the hands of a man like you, do I have any regrets......?"

After that, Morriel covered her mouth again and let out a burst of laughter like silver bells, and her bright eyes were full of girlish style.

Phew, old goblin.

Lear scolded in his heart for Moriel's various Cosp classes to switch seamlessly, but what he said to her was a faint dispel some doubts.

Left and right is going to be with what Hell Sanjie is tough, now there is a chance to be alone, he really doesn't want to miss it, take 10,000 steps back Even if Moriel's appearance is a long-planned trap, but as long as he is cautious, it doesn't seem to be difficult to see that the situation is not right, and it seems that there is no difficulty in pulling the wind immediately, thinking so, he has already made a decision in his heart.

"Where's Isis?"

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