Chapter Twenty-Eight: Delores

Moron couldn't figure out the situation anymore. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the middle of the field, the two behemoths that were both above the level had collided together, and both of them deliberately restrained the fight within certain limits, obviously not wanting to alarm some people.

Although Mo Long couldn't figure out what kind of development was at the moment, he knew one thing that now, right now, these two existences that had the strength to kill him in seconds were fighting, and it was obvious that they had no time to care about him, a "little fish and shrimp".

Therefore, Mo Long breathed two breaths of relief, then stood up directly, and slipped away against the wall.

Mo Long turned out of this alley, his current state is not very good, but it is much stronger than the previous two situations, the first time, when he just crossed, he was directly about to die, and the second time, although it was not so exaggerated, was also pierced by a sword through the shoulder.

So, now, it's a small injury.

Mo Long inserted the black long sword back into the scabbard under the cloak, rubbed the tiger's mouth of his right hand that had been shattered, and looked back and forward all the way.

Soon, however, it was time for Moron to be angry at his carelessness.

He had just turned a laneway, looked back three times, and when he turned back a third time, it had changed color.

Because at the end of the alley, which was still empty in his memory just now, there was suddenly an extra person.

It was a woman.

Mo Long racked his brains, and could only use the word demon to describe this woman.

The other party was dressed in a tight-fitting, black and red dark V leather coat, this was the first time Mo Long had seen someone wearing clothes of this material in this world.

And the other party's figure can only be described as hot, with S-shaped perfect curves, crimson lips, black shoulder-length hair, pure black eyes, delicate and perfect facial features, and a touching blush in the fair skin.

At this moment, the woman leaned against the cold wall behind her and turned her head to look at Mo Long.

This is a beautiful woman who is very different from Ophelia and Catherine in temperament, like a female leopard, and there is a touching charm in her wildness, as if as long as her pursed scarlet lips show a little smile, any man can bend his waist.

Mo Long's first feeling of such a guy was that it was unreal, and then a terrifying thought arose - he couldn't have seen a ghost, right?

He had seen all the strange things today, and he knew that it was unlikely to be a ghost, but it could be some kind of succubus or something, and with the knowledge that Mo Long had accumulated from many fantasy novels, he could probably only think of this.

Although the succubus is the epitome of sexual encounters in various novels, Moron remembers the murderous horror of this creature.

Therefore, Mo Long took a look at this touching beauty, turned around and was about to leave.

However, before Mo Long could turn around, the woman opened her mouth lightly, her voice was cold, and there was even a bit of resentment: "Why, you don't want to see me so much?"

Mo Long's footsteps stopped, he turned his back to the woman at the moment, and opened his mouth: "Who are you?"

"Deloris. ”

The woman walked at the end of the alleyway, and she stepped on a pair of high-heeled shoes, so that the sound of her footsteps was unusually clear.

Mo Long finally realized that this woman may not be as exaggerated as he imagined to be a succubus, but the fact that the other party appeared here is a problem in itself.

He stopped, half-turned his body, and looked coldly at the woman who was walking towards him step by step.

The other party is really beautiful and has a thrilling feeling.

She looked at Moron with an interested look and said, "It's unbelievable, Sparky Field. ”

Mo Long was slightly startled, and his hand pressed against the hilt of the pitch-black longsword under the cloak.

The woman who called herself Deloris noticed this detail, and a faint, meaningful twinkle flashed under her eyes, and then she reached out and pressed her hand on Mo Long's sword.

The woman wore black silk gloves, but despite this, Mo Long could feel the softness and warmth transmitted between the palms of the other party's hands.

But Mo Long directly clenched the sword.

The corners of Deloris's mouth hooked up a faint smile, she looked at Mo Long with silky eyes, although she held down Mo Long's hand, her body was still separated from Mo Long by a distance, it was more like a kind of distance deliberately opened out of fear.

Mo Long lowered his eyes and glanced at the other party's hand.

"You know me. ”

Mo Long was just thinking about countermeasures, but in De Loris's eyes, such a down-and-down detail made her slightly stunned, but her expression didn't change much, she just changed her words slightly: "I don't know you, and I don't want to know you." ”

Mo Long frowned, to be honest, his resistance to beauties did not belong to the strong one, and this ambiguous attitude made him a little confused.

However, at this moment, in the alley that Mo Long had just turned out, there was a sudden loud noise.

Mo Long glanced back.

De Lores observed Mo Long quite carefully, she looked at Mo Long's expression at this moment, and there was a faint doubt in her eyes.

Mo Long took a breath, twisted slightly, and took a step back.

De Loris also took a step back slightly, she had already noticed something, bowed slightly to Mo Long, and said with a smile: "But I think you may know me." ”

Moron frowned.

And the woman was already smiling and stepping back, and finally disappeared into the darkness and shadows, and at the last moment, as if she had thought of something, her voice drifted faintly from the darkness: "I heard that the current financial situation of the Field family does not seem to be optimistic—killing people may be a good way to make the finances better." ”

Mo Long took a step forward, trying to catch up with this woman, but at this moment, he heard some voices, and couldn't help but turn around, only to see a burly figure in a black cloak, walking step by step from the other end of the alleyway.

That ...... "monster".

And at this moment, this "monster" is carrying a person in his hands.

Nushan Caesar, now looking extremely bleak, almost a bloody man, was held in one hand by the burly "monster", and the blood fell down the strands of his hair, smashed on the ground, and echoed coldly in the alleyway.

But he didn't die.

I don't know why, Mo Long didn't go.

He watched as the huge monster came to him step by step, shook his hand, and smashed the dying silver midstream powerhouse in front of him.

He looked up at the scarlet pupils in the hood.

The creature spoke.

"Please do it yourself. ”

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