Lumian shook his left hand, revealing the image of the sun that radiated a colorful glow.

The cold and cold meaning of the living room instantly warmed a lot, but the frost condensed on the ground showed no signs of melting, only those blue or white distorted faces looked away.

Losing his head, Harman ran to Lumian, ignoring that the other man's revolver was aimed at him, trying to forcibly "hug" the target. The picture of the sun made his body tremble a little, and blood dripped to the ground.

Lumian instinctively decided that he couldn't go toe-to-toe with such a "blood corpse", and used his light brown jacket to protect his elbows, and constantly blocked Haman's hands, which were quickly stained with blood and showed signs of erosion.

At this time, because the "Black Scorpion" Roger did not appear for two or three seconds, Franca was finally able to free her hand, and a thick black flame condensed in her palm, and threw it towards the living corpse Harman, and the black flame was like a cannonball, smashing on the surface of the bloody corpse. It exploded in an instant, silently igniting the spirits that were hidden in the blood and corpses.

Harman also began to melt like Castina, like a candle thrown into the fire.

At this moment, "Black Scorpion" Roger appeared. He poked out of the corner of the wall with a pale face, holding in his arms a statue of a woman of equal height, a woman with soft facial features, and a long skirt with lifelike folds.

After struggling to place the statue on the ground, Roger shrank back and blended back into the painfully twisted face of the Ground Mold, dodging the Lumian shot and the black flames of Franca.

The next second, he leaned out of the ceiling chandelier and cursed very quickly, "You are dead." "I'm going to make you flower manure." "*** Raising the land, you actually have the courage to break into my immortal land." "I'm going to take all your lives." "I'm going to give you twenty children."

Roger "Black Scorpion" changed his position with every word he spoke, and he kept moving and jumping, avoiding the Lumian Showcase and Franca's various sorcery based on black flame and frost.

And every word that seemed to come from the Intis language was like a sharp arrow, shooting directly into the minds of Lumian and Frankadi, not only making them dizzy and their hearts racing, but also making their blood seem to resonate. The statue of a woman in the corner of the wall was stimulated by this, and a bright flame burned on its surface.

With a buzz, Lumian's head seemed to be smashed hard by an illusory sledgehammer, and two streams of bright red blood flowed uncontrollably from his nasal cavity.

Almost at the same time, Franca, who jumped back on the couch, shook her left hand, causing all of Lumian's nosebleeds to ignite black flames, not giving Roger a chance to take advantage of it.

She herself had been similarly hurt, suspecting that Roger the "Black Scorpion" was using a curse-like spiritual spell, which had been enhanced by the female statue to the point that she could not bear a few words of physical and spiritual enhancement.

Due to the fact that Roger "Black Scorpion" did not protect the statue, Franca believes that attacking it directly is likely to have even more terrible consequences, which will most likely manifest itself in a cursed manner.

Fighting with boiling blood, dizziness and body pain, she lifted her brass revolver and slammed a shot at Roger, the Black Scorpion, and jumped over the area where the statue was.

The iron-black bullet shattered a distorted face, leaving a mark on the wall, but it didn't hurt Roger.

As soon as Franca landed, she ran around the statue, not pulling the trigger of the brass revolver again, nor stabbing her Hidden Blade, dodging the thin and thin figure of Roger, the black scorpion, while creating layers of frost on the surface of the statue.

At this time, Lumian, who was attacked by the "Black Scorpion" Roger, was already in danger, and with a loud roar, his body ignited with illusory black flames. It made him feel like his life was passing by quickly, and his body was weakened by it.

Lumian didn't hesitate any longer, first discarding the scroll with the strange sun map, then leaping onto the couch and reaching into his pocket.

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Lumian fell to the couch, his left palm had been withdrawn from his coat pocket, holding a slightly whitish slender severed finger, in the face of the "black scorpion" Roger's scythe again, he was quite weak, he could only barely move his body, difficult to avoid the blow, at the same time, he threw the severed finger in his hand into the air, it was Mr. K's finger.

The couch was split in two by the evil scythe, and the pale fingers of the mid-air exploded like a bomb as the leather, the cloth tearing apart, and it rained down on Lumian, dousing the debilitating black flames.

The flesh sucked from the blood around him and melted corpses, and quickly coalesced together, making Lumian feel like a blood-colored robe with a hood.

The intense weakness that plagued Lumian disappeared for the most part, and he jumped to his feet and fought back against Roger, who saw this, and without a hard fight, he retracted into the cracked ice, and retracted into one of his blue, twisted faces.

The frost-covered Franka suddenly felt a strong cold, and the souls of the dead in the living room seemed to become very angry, and they rushed from all directions, stretched out their arms, opened their mouths, and surrounded Franka in the middle.

The sound of Kachadi sounded, and another mirror shattered.

Frankadi's figure stood out on the ice on the other side, and with a lift of her hand, clusters of black flames rose around the statue, igniting the lake of dead souls and blood-colored shadows.

"Black Scorpion" Roger leaned out of the nearby wall and cursed again: "Damn it!"

Leaving his target weak, he quickly shifted his position with the help of his painful faces, sometimes attacking Lumian, sometimes influencing Franca, and single-handedly suppressing the two enemies with the help of the "Immortal Land" and the statue.

Every once in a while, Lumian's body would ignite the evil black flame that drained his life and weakened him, but this was always neutralized by the flesh-and-blood robe on his body, and Franca relied on the mirror double to escape from the combined blows of "Evil Words", "Blood Spirit", "Weak Black Flame", and "Burning Life" again and again.

Time flew by, and seeing that Charles's flesh and blood robe had been worn out to the point of extreme thinness and was about to disintegrate, and the mirror and ice that "Red Boots" Franca carried with him were almost exhausted, "Black Scorpion" Roger poked his head out of the ceiling and laughed maliciously, "Two fools." Think you can fight against the Immortal Lands?

"I'm not afraid of all the leaders of the Savoyard party coming here. Go to hell. ”

The shrill voice pierced into Lumien and Franca's ears and stabbed them in their minds, making them both shake as if they could no longer bear it.

Seeing this, "Black Scorpion" Roger smiled hideously and expectantly.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly darkened, and strong emotions surged in his heart, which was disbelief, that was surprise and stunned, that was confusion and panic, and the next second, he lost consciousness.

Thump.

The Stinger boss protruded from the wall and fell to the ground, fainting.

Fallen Mercury finally completed the fate exchange, exchanging the fate of the dying homeless man who fainted on his own to "Black Scorpion" Roger.

This only took a few minutes, which was much faster than the previous exchange of the fate of Margot, this is because the homeless belong to ordinary people, and when Fallen Mercury chooses the fate of the Black Scorpion Roger, finding the land is the least important and the least involved in the otherworld.

Lumian's eyes locked on the "black scorpion" Roger in aqua blue pajamas, leaning on the blood-colored robe, forcibly stepping on the transparent molded and twisted faces, in the piercing chill and stiff feeling, came to the target of the fainting past, took out the metal vial containing ***, unscrewed the lid, and squatted down. He brought the Luntasi Di *** to the end of the nose of the "Black Scorpion" Roger, and fanned the gas with his hand, allowing them to blend more into the enemy's exhalation

Suck, after doing this, Lumian mentioned "Black Scorpion" Roger, and under the protection of Franca, ran out of the living room area.

The maids and maids here had long since disappeared, and as Roger, the "black scorpion" Roger, left the living room, the blue or white faces disappeared quickly, and everything returned to normal.

Seeing this, Lumian threw the Stinger boss to the ground in front of him, aimed his revolver at his head, and after staring for a few seconds, Lumian pulled the trigger calmly and silently.

With two bangs, Roger's head turned into a broken watermelon, and blood was splashed everywhere, and he lost his life in a coma.

Franka glanced at Roger Dilumian, who was still aiming at "Black Scorpion", and asked calmly, "How's it going, did you vent it?"

If it weren't for helping Lumian, she felt that the best way would be to report "Black Scorpion" Roger and others for believing in the Great Mother through the "007" brother.

Lumian was silent for a few seconds, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled: "No, it's just a hidden danger."

Hearing this, Franka sighed softly: "There is a saying in my hometown that heart disease still needs heart medicine, and it is useless to do too many things if you find the wrong direction. Well, I'll get out of here in three minutes, and you'll hurry up and loot the loot. ”

"Okay." At the same time as Lumian replied, the remnants of the bloody clothes on his body completely disintegrated, ticking and staining the ground red, and that's it? Lumian couldn't help but frown.

This is not to say that Mr. K's fingers are not strong, on the contrary, in the battle just now, without it, Lumian would have been so weak that he could not resist and needed Franca's help.

But it was not good enough to fight Susanna. Matisse's terrifying evil spirit, which made Lumian inevitably a little disappointed and confused, and in a flash of thought, he walked towards the living room, looking around for valuable items.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing quietly at the top of the stairs, wearing a large hood and wearing a black robe.

Mr. K.

At the same time, Mr. K disappeared into the shadows.