After gliding through the air for a few seconds, "The Great Villain" fell headlong to the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info His limbs were spread out, his body twitched incessantly, an abnormal pale appeared on his face that was still covered with green tendons, and blood was gurgling from his mouth, and he breathed a breath or two through the blood foam from time to time. There is no doubt that he was seriously injured, heavier than all the people who had been defeated by Ye Guyun before, and those people were only temporarily unconscious, and the "big villain" looked like he was dying.

The difference is huge, like mud.

This is because Ye Guyun did not deliberately keep his hand.

And he didn't keep his hand for that particularly subjective reason: he hated the man.

But that doesn't mean he has the idea of killing the other party. In other words, Ye Guyun was actually extremely reluctant to have contact with people with such an evil temperament, so after confirming that he had won the victory, he didn't pay attention to the other party, nor did he care about the several gray-clothed people who hurriedly walked in with the intention of rescuing.

He looked at the presiding chair, at the silver jackal with a cloudy face, and frowned.

The cheers that had already erupted ruled his hearing like a tsunami, and the monstrous praise almost lifted the roof of this underground boxing ring, but all this did not make the parties get much pleasure, Ye Guyun locked his brows tighter, he was fed up with the feeling of standing on the stage like a play and being watched repeatedly, and he felt particularly irritated when he thought of the so-called "match" that would have to wait for a while to come.

Ye Guyun found that his patience was not as good as he imagined, and at this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: to solve the matter as soon as possible, and it was best to go all the way to the end.

While staring at Hu Luo, one hand beckoned to the sidelines, and he was motioning for Rocchi in the passage to come in.

Roche wrinkled his master's face and came to the fighting arena in confusion. Ye Guyun couldn't help but say, grabbed him and began to talk to each other. Before long, I saw Roche's expression nodding excitedly one after another. Then, under the gaze of everyone, Rochsch walked under the presiding seat, raised his head, looked at Hu Liu, and said proudly with a standard dog-legged face: "Saphius said that he is not ready to go. ”

Obviously, this guy loves acting very much, and he also acts quite into the play, if he is not the eldest son of the duke, it is quite suitable to be an actor. But the focus of the crowd is not on him after all, but on what he says.

"What do you mean?!" The condescending "silver jackal" had a slight beard and a halberd and shouted angrily, and it still looked quite powerful.

Rocchi laughed twice, shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and replied playfully: "Is this a difficult sentence to understand?well, let me tell you plainly, the long schedule and weak opponents have made Saphius feel impatient! He doesn't want to waste his precious time on such uninteresting content! He hates waiting, he is not ready to leave, he asks for his next game immediately!"

"Hah!" Hu Luo laughed angrily, "Hillbilly is Hillbilly! What kind of place do you think this is? Who gave you permission to change the rules at will? Fooling around has to be divided into occasions! Isn't it you who treat us as just an ornament? Heh, if that's the case, congratulations! The consequences will be very serious! I really don't know who gave you the courage!"

Roach was still smiling, but he looked more and more gloomy, he didn't change his tone, still with an irritating banter, very slippery: "This question is also very simple. Our courage is naturally given by the audience. As I've said repeatedly, Saphius is not ready to go, which means that unless he loses, or wins the final victory, he will always be in this arena. All the time!oh!It's so hot-blooded!It's a tough guy!It's so heroic!I think the audience will love this kind of performance, right~~~?!"

Roche's final question was undoubtedly addressed to all the audience on the second floor, and the audience undoubtedly gave the most enthusiastic reply, such a group of people who are full of good things are in love with this suggestion. On the other hand, as the master of this room, Hu Luo's face is absolutely impossible to look good, not to mention the blue and white hair, the violently trembling beard on his face is very expressive to show his mood at the moment......

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It's also underground, and I don't know where it is located on top of the underground boxing ring, and there's a room.

It's a luxurious place.

Luxurious furniture made of famous wood, thick woolen carpets, a number of ornate lamps and table furnishings in gold and silver, and unique works of art can be seen everywhere on the tabletops, in the windows, and on the walls...... The whole room looked rich and stylish, even compared to the magnificent study of Archmage Osma, I am afraid that it is not inferior.

But I don't know where the owner of this room will be sacred?

At this moment, the mysterious host and his guests were sitting opposite each other at the desk, both leaning sideways, turning their heads to look at the swirling cyclone suspended in mid-air near the left of the desk. In fact, the so-called cyclone is very stable, swirling only a small halo on the periphery, and the oval interior is calm like a mirror, and a series of scenes emerge from this white mirror.

What is the scene? It is the condition of the underground boxing arena - real-time, efficient, and clear, just like the usual live broadcast of sports events on earth. And the current "camera" is aimed at Roche's deformed and particularly hateful face, and he is smiling playfully, which is exactly the scene where he answers Hu Liu's question.

"What a chance! What a great opportunity! This—this is simply the special favor of the goddess of good luck! A rare encounter in a hundred years! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! An opportunity not to be missed! The time will not come again! Roddick, I don't understand what you are hesitating about?!"

The man who spoke was a man wrapped in a large white robe with a large special blue stripe on it, and his face was not clearly visible, because his face was covered tightly by a wide hood of the same style as the robe, but from the sound of his voice, the man was probably middle-aged.

However, his tone was not as steady as a middle-aged man, at least not at this moment.

He looked excited, eager, eager, and impatient, as if a sturdy young man like a calf had succeeded in coaxing the beautiful girl he liked to the hotel, and the other party obediently went to the bath, while he himself unarmed himself, and lay naked on the bed, waiting anxiously and expectantly.

Hey, what a strong, uncomfortable desire to suffer?

So, what kind of things could make him so mad?

Roddick was the master of the room on the other side of the desk, sitting across from the robed guest. He was dressed very exquisitely, wearing a white shirt and a floral waistcoat, brown pants and black knee-high boots underneath, his hair was neatly combed back to his head, and the end was tied into a very stylish braid, the top was shiny and shiny, the wax must have been a lot, and above his lips was a well-groomed mustache.

Looks like a gentleman.

In terms of image alone, it is estimated that no one would have guessed that this benevolent brother was actually the king of the underground world of Crescent City.

His name was Roddick, the "amorous" Roddick.

Even as the robed guest was bombarded with a series of impatient questions, Roddick still closed his eyes and sniffed unhurriedly at a large plump pink rose between his fingers, which he had drawn from the crystal vase on his desk, which he held between his two fingers and passed to his nose, curled up as far as possible in the wide chair beneath him, the whole gesture was extremely elegant, the thorns on the stem of the rose did not seem to bother him in any way, and the fragrance of the flowers seemed to lock his attention firmly.

When he asked a question and received no reply, the robed guest tugged at the corners of his mouth with difficulty, not knowing whether he should be angry or laugh.

After a few seconds, as if he had finally fully appreciated the beauty of the flowers, Roddick raised his head leisurely, gave the robed guest a smile, and said calmly: "Wait, no hurry." ”

The robed guest couldn't help it, and he roared, "Wait, why wait?"

The robe flipped over, and the robed guest waved his hand towards the mirror in mid-air, and the scene in the mirror suddenly changed.

The screen was cut into three parts, and the camera focused on Ye Guyun standing silently in the fighting arena, Luo Qi with a defiant smile, and Frank in the audience.

The robed guest pointed to the screen and said sharply: "The two best heirs of the Ashlen family are now under your shadow, as long as you flip your hand, the future of this great thousand-year-old family will be completely buried......"

Obviously, Frank's trick to change his face did not hide from the mysterious robed guest.

“...... It can also erase a so-called 'new legend' by the way!"

The latter sentence pointed to Ye Guyun and said, it seems that this robe guest is not only unfathomable, but also extremely well-informed in terms of information.

"As long as you flip your hands, Your Excellency's greatest problems and most ardent expectations can be easily resolved!"

The robe stared at Roddick politely, and even though his face was obscured by the wide hood, the chill in his eyes was unmistakably palpable.

"I see what you mean," Roddick raised an eyebrow, but still maintained that calm expression, "yes, with a flip of your hand, the problem is solved, but it is only the problem of Lord Calve......"

Roddick leaned over to the rose, sniffed deeply, and then gently put it back into the crystal vase, and when he looked up, he smiled and said, "Here, but my territory!"

"So?" the robed guest grew angry, "that's not a reason for you to refuse!"

He waved his hand violently, and sparks of electricity flashed around him, as if to emphasize the not-so-good mood.

"When you choose to lean on the side of His Excellency Calf, you should have the consciousness to make sacrifices!

Roddick smiled and said nonchalantly, "It's not a good attitude to talk to a partner, especially when the partner isn't very determined. ”

The robed guest looked at Roddick for a long time, and then his gaze fell on the mirror in mid-air, where the three faces were still clearly reflected, vivid. He has decided.

"In any case, the action must be carried out. Their lives, or their freedom, must come to an end tonight. ”

"Oh?" Rodick said with an intrigued expression, "So, what are you going to do?"

The robed guest moved, as if his gaze was locked on the Underground King of Crescent City across his desk.

"Kill you!"

"As expected. Roddick spread his hands, his expression full of helplessness.

"Rest assured, there won't be any pain. The robed guest said coldly.

"Oh, am I supposed to thank you?"

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the figure of the robed guest disappeared from the desk, and when he reappeared, he was already at the door of this study, and his image had changed greatly, and he had become Roddick's appearance, which was exactly the same and vivid.

"It's still so old-fashioned, imitate me, take my power, and let my men be cannon fodder?" Rodick looked at his alter self playfully, and exclaimed discontentedly, "Hey, isn't there a new way?"

"Just be effective. The robed guest sneered.

"Oh, you're so boring, you're definitely not a good partner in life. So, how are you going to kill me?' There will be no pain', alas, it must be the same old methods as poison and poison. ”

"You guessed it, so, go on the road in peace. ”

The robed guest snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and there was no movement in the room, except for Roddick to immediately clutch his throat and fall on the desk.

His face was covered with green muscles, cold sweat flowed, and it was difficult to make a sound, only a "ho-ho" irregular sound burst out of his throat without stopping, and Roddick crouched on the desk and struggled incessantly. Although there was no such thing as white foam or black blood in the mouth and nose, the violence of Roddick's poison did not need to be questioned by the expression of such pain.

However, there is no pain in saying yes?

"There can be no pain without resistance. The robed guest tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled satisfactorily, "It's a good lesson, although you don't have a chance to draw conclusions. ”

He grabbed the doorknob and was about to push it out, but turned and added, "As a scoundrel, don't try to be a gentleman." It's just a ridiculous pipe dream. No matter how hard you try to imitate, you can't change the vulgar temperament on your body. Now, however, they must pay for their stupidity. I can't imagine that the rose flower you used to pretend to be vassal-elegant has become a talisman that strangles you!hehe, it's ridiculous......"

With that, the robed guest stopped no longer, turned around, and pushed the door out.

The moment his figure disappeared completely, Roddick, who was lying on the desk, suddenly struggled, and all the previous painful expressions disappeared, leaving only a faint smile. He held his chin and was bored, muttering to himself: "It's not fun, it's so easy to deceive! Hehe, it seems that my acting skills have improved! I definitely deserve a place on the stage of the City Theater!"

Then, a terrible howl suddenly sounded outside the door.