The show is getting darker and darker.

Cybertron is now in a semi-charred state, but even the beef is medium-rare, with dignity of its own. So he was now being released by a third-rate priest with a third-rate healing spell while drinking the alchemy potion that three teases had prepared for him. It's good to do it, but it's changed from five to three and a half.

Alice Phil and Stormwind were urgently evacuated to safety and kept in the air inside House Francis. The city that was **** not long ago is even more grass and trees at the moment. The shopkeepers who had surrendered not long ago also got some gossip, and people were moved for a while.

"Madame and Storm Lady, how are they?" said the pale-faced Cybertron as he lay on the bed, his eyes closed and asked Denisha who had just walked in.

"Strange to say...... But there is no Yan zhòng who is injured by you. Denisha was smiling, and theoretically that was what she looked like when she was upset. The mask face used to cover up his heart: "They were only slightly injured and passed out, but you ...... What an amazing result, as a warrior I congratulate you on your success in killing Hellfire in under two minutes with your own strength. As a friend, I'm going to rebuke you for killing you for your suicidal behavior—rest, your actions will be rewarded. So Alice Phil and Millie love is unharmed. ”

"Go and protect Ellie. "But after all, he lost too much blood and was depressed, and after the battle, he was now in a trance—but he was not stupid. The left and right hands grabbed Pandaragon and Denisha respectively: "There must be someone in the city who wants to rebound! Find someone to suppress it, it may rebound very strongly, then it will be suppressed very strongly." Ellie will be in danger, and the danger will come directly from her relatives......! He's also a Bourkeso, he's ...... I don't know all the trust. Find him and the guards to protect Mrs. and Ellie! They are the most dangerous, block the news, and say that Mrs. is fine......"

“...... Where is so much nonsense. ”

Pandaragon watched as Cybertron finally staccatolate, panting like a last word. He frowned slightly: "Who can't think of this problem......?"

"I didn't expect that. Denisha looked at Cybertron and then at Pandaragon, "What's the problem?"

"No problem, it's just that I suddenly feel that something is bottomless. Pandara said that there was only one perverted Bourkeso, and only one who could write and fight: "Alright, Denissa, you go and protect Mrs. and little Valivier (Ellie's real name)—it seems that I will have to go back to my old job." ”

"I ......"

"Every Headless Knight is a Death Knight, what are the characteristics that every Death Knight must possess in his lifetime?" Pandaragon did not wait for the other party to reply, and said to himself: "This king was a qualified general during his lifetime! Do you really think I am a fool?--Don't look at this king with such affirmative eyes! Every death knight must be born as a hero who once led an army. That's right, this king is selling himself and boasting, what's the matter? There is a kind of you killing me?--or~ believe it, right?"

Pandaragon walked out on his own and said, "I'll solve the problem." ”

"What are you going to do?" Cybertron really didn't know what she was going to do.

"This king used to be good at governing the country. Before leaving, he smiled brightly: "This king is a famous tyrant! ”

――History Teacher Died Early Series――

Pandaragon directly led people to raid their homes, and the best way to solve internal contradictions was to lead the troubles to the east.

In the words of a certain king: There is nothing better than to slaughter the monster merchants in the city to gain their fortune by slaughtering the monster merchants in the city while leaving his own sister and leaving a deformed but legitimate heir.

I used to do more dark things, and sometimes I ask myself, is it because of these reasons that I was cursed to become a headless horseman after I died?

Well...... It's possible.

Pandaragon herself felt that she had to give herself 32 likes, and she directly led someone to raid the home of an unlucky person. Buckle up a hat of [summon demons] and parade through the streets to show that you will be beheaded on a certain day.

...... Well, it's important to note that it's not like just finding a bad guy. Otherwise, who would believe it? Therefore, to do bad things, you must also have brains -- tyrants are not brainless fans, and they go with the popular mindset. Tyrants are often capable, and Pandaragon's self-proclaimed tyrant is actually not a bit of a stumbling young woman at best. It's just that she really has two brushes.

She sought out Ocar Francis as a scapegoat.

Don't say it, grab one by one!

This guy does seem to have lost confidence in life, and he feels good after being chopped off a hand. He set up a dragon gate array in his (temporary) house, and cursed Alice Phil and the others -- the human and physical evidences were all there! Of course, the human evidence is the physical evidence, and the physical evidence is what everyone can see in the past -- the human head.

But a little deeper: the severed human head.

The Francis family is really capable......

As soon as the dust settled, Cybertron also felt alive under the treatment - Marisa gave him an alchemical made of mushrooms, which was said to have (probably) significant effects. Mu Q also used his alchemy to improve Marisa's mushroom alchemy to make the effect more significant.

In the end, Dan Pobo couldn't stand it anymore, so he re-refined and threw most of the original potion along the way, diluted it and re-batched it and threw it to Cybertron.

After drinking Cybertron, he immediately felt that his nose was bleeding, and the average person would have died long ago. However, for the people of Bourkeso, this dose seems to be just right, a good product for blood gain.

Arriving at the execution ground, Cybertron looked at the relatives of his boss who had been crucified. looked at the screaming and wailing other party very incomprehensibly, and let the onlookers around him who did not know the truth point out the country, narrating gossip such as "I already knew that this thing was not good], [I already knew] [I heard] [I think] [I think] [I am sure] and so on. Several executioners were holding firewood, still wearing black hoods in the winter night, and looked like senior members of the FFF Regiment, and they hurried to throw them under the feet of Okar Francis.

“...... How do you know he's casting a curse?" Cybertron really didn't understand, and looked at the complacent Pandaragon on the side, and couldn't understand: "Are you ...... There's this spell too?"

"Hey...... Of course!" Pandaragon wiped his nose proudly and snorted and straightened his chest.

Honestly, Cybertron felt that she should be the most majestic person he knew here.

"Who is this king......? By the way, do you want to come yourself? I can give you half of this glory or give it all to you—are the torches ready!! come and give it to Lord Cybertron!"