"It's about the same distance." Odrizzi gave an estimate after a moment's scrutiny, and he said in a low tone, "Let's get started, according to the plan." ”

Fuhrman exhaled lightly and slapped the golden mask.

The original smiling face quickly changed into a crying expression, and a faint cry sounded in my ears.

A strong sadness suddenly appeared in Fuhrman's heart, and his face quickly showed the same expression as on the mask, François took out the fluff prepared in advance, and quickly swiped a few times on Fuhrman's palm, the sad expression disappeared, and his face returned to normal.

Then, the same sad expression quickly appeared on Audridge's face, François repeated his old trick to bring him back to normal, and Audrizi, who had regained his composure, took a deep breath and said, "Solve it quickly." ”

A moment later a low whimper sounded in the various rooms of the mansion, and the servants, both asleep and awake, were all immersed in deep sorrow, oblivious to everything outside the world.

In Mrs. Sharron's extravagant and gorgeous bedroom on the second floor, Mrs. Sharon's brown hair is like a waterfall, and her brown eyes are like the eyes of a deer in the forest, pure and moist, but her eyebrows are curved, her nose and lips are straight, showing the charm of a mature woman, and the two are blended together in a contradictory posture, exuding amazing charm.

She held the paint pan in her left hand, the brush she held in her right hand continued to outline the lines on the canvas, and a hint of fascination flashed in her eyes as she looked at her wonderful carcass in the silver-plated full-length mirror opposite.

Suddenly, her pupils shrank, and she saw a small jet-black mark on the left leg of her graceful body in the full-length mirror, which was the scar left by her and Dauria after the battle, affected by the filth, and it would take at least half a month to fully recover.

Mrs. Sharon looked at the little piece of jet black silently, and a strong sadness welled up in her heart, grieving for the little flaw in her perfect body, and her emotions sank deeper and deeper, and the paint board in her hand fell abruptly to the ground, and she half-crouched down, buried her head deep between her knees and sobbed silently.

Suddenly, the palm-sized idol at the head of the bed suddenly flashed a strange luster, the idol's hair was as thick as a poisonous snake, and an eye was carved at the top of the hair, which was closed or opened, densely packed.

Mrs. Sharon was out of her sad trance in an instant, and the next second she was keenly aware of the unusual nature of the matter, there was an intruder!

She picked up the silver-white nightgown on the floor and quickly draped it over her body, and at the same time, her bedroom door was violently kicked open from the outside, and a burly man with a golden mask rushed in.

Mrs. Sharon in the room had an indifferent expression, obviously unaffected by the seal, which made Forman, who rushed in first, stunned for a moment, but his rich combat experience made him instantly adjust his mentality.

According to the original plan, he raised the golden mask in his left hand and aimed it at Mrs. Sharon, while pulling out his revolver in his right hand and pulling the trigger without hesitation.

The weeping mask squinted slightly at Mrs. Sharon, who stiffened and quickly lowered her head to avoid looking at her, followed by a demon hunting bullet fired by Furman, striking her in the chest with precision.

Immediately, her looming body in a silver-white transparent nightgown collapsed like a red moon in a lake.

The full-length mirror next to her cracked, and most of them turned into fragments less than the size of a thumb nail, and a small number still hung on the frame, all of them like slaps, strange-shaped slaps.

Fuhrman's pupils shrank, and he realized that his hands and feet seemed to be bound by invisible silk threads, and under the pull of the silk threads, his left hand slowly turned, ready to turn the mask upside down and rush towards him.

"The storm is above, and my name is you." A low Hermes voice sounded, and a thin curtain of water appeared around Furman, melting away the invisible threads that entwined his hands and feet.

Fuhrmann, who had regained his freedom, quickly dodged and wrapped Madame Sharon in a triangle with Aldridge and François, who had entered the bedroom at this time.

Mrs. Sharon looked at Aldridge teasingly, and said softly, "I don't know how you found me, it's because of the substitute punishment you hunted down yesterday?" ”

As soon as the words fell, her eyes instantly turned pitch black, and a black flame suddenly rose beside Verman, and Aldrich's palm was raised lightly to quickly form a water shield around Verman.

The black flame stabbed when it met the water, and it exploded instantly, causing a splash, and the sudden explosion knocked Fuhrman to the ground, and the golden mask in his hand rolled off his hand and fell to the ground.

François seized the opportunity to slam forward, his cane in his hand pinpointing forward, while softly spitting out a word in Hermes: "Unsheath." ”

The heavy ebony cane suddenly turned into a razor-sharp Runn-shaped thin sword, stabbing at the enemy like lightning.

Madame Sharon's body was pulled sideways by the invisible thread, avoiding François's stabbing blow, and her body melted abruptly like a snowflake near the furnace.

Not surprisingly, François was surprised that the charm in his hand radiated a dazzling light under the spiritual infusion.

"Storm." The muffled Hermes word rang out.

The spell that emitted a cyan light suddenly activated, and a fierce wind suddenly formed in the bedroom, and there were invisible wind blades inside, blowing away all kinds of skin care products and cosmetics that were messily placed on the dressing table, and many ornaments that shimmered with different brilliance, and many ornaments inlaid with gold threads flew in the air at the same time, shattering one by one.

Lady Sharon's figure suddenly appeared by the window as if out of the void, her translucent dressing gown covered in holes and stained red with blood.

She's going to run!

Seeing the figure of the enemy appear by the window, the thought flashed through the minds of the three substitutes at the same time.

Aldrich waved his hand to form a curtain of water to seal the window, and blue rings of water appeared around him, speeding towards Lady Sharon.

He shouted angrily, his eyes reddened, and he rushed quickly towards the enemy, and on the other side, François skillfully brandished the thin sword in his hand, pressing forward step by step, stabbing again and again, not giving Madame Sharon a chance to escape.

Crystal spears peeked out of the floor blocking Aldrich's path, and the water ring and François's stabbing stabs hit Madame Sharon almost simultaneously, and her body became illusory, eventually turning into a brown curved wand.

Madame Sharon's figure sketched out beside the unconscious Furman, who bent slightly to pick up the mask on the ground and face it at François.

Strangely, François looked at him without fear, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and his speed did not decrease, and he continued to rush this way.

Mrs. Sharon chuckled in her heart, and the mask in her hand slammed into a wooden board carved with mysterious symbols, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the fact that Fuhrman, who was supposed to be unconscious, was holding the golden mask at her at this moment.

Lady Sherron's beautiful brown eyes reflected the golden mask's weeping face, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the half-narrow eyes above the mask, and then Mrs. Sharon fell into a deep sadness uncontrollably, and completely gave up resistance.

François's sword rested around her neck and whispered, "Where's Triss?" ”

Madame Sharon's eyes welled up with tears, unaware of François's question, and she kept murmuring: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mother, I'm sorry." ”

Her hair slowly grew thicker, and her eyes appeared at the ends of her hair, looking strange and bizarre.

"It's useless, it can't be saved." Aldrich said in a low voice, "Deal with her, she's about to lose control." ”

François nodded, and the thin sword in his hand stabbed forward, piercing Madame Sharron's swan-skinny neck, a large area of blood splattered, and the beautiful and sexy lady died.