At that time, the night of chewing more than ten years ago will be repeated!

Whether it is Him, the Celebrator, or the Dead Emperor, they will all face the malice of the bubble defense!

And the greedy butterfly that appeared as a deity obviously didn't know what deal it had made with the old thing in the palace, and even if it was a real body, it was not suppressed too much.

The sound of chewing suddenly fell, and countless gulptonous maws burst out from above the body of the feaster, slamming down on the huge body of the greedy butterfly. Dan frowned and fell to his knees on the spot, a spell from the Feaster's inheritance emerged, stabilizing his shattered body for the Feaster. The crisp sound of the heels sounded, a flash of light flashed, and a slender and graceful long sword slashed through the light purple hand, stabbing fiercely into the wings of the greedy butterfly. The celebrant's brows furrowed slightly, and he waved his hand to add a spell to protect the reckless girl, but Rao was so, only the bitter fruit of stabbing the demigod had already acted on the delicate face of the light purple, and there was only pain in her beautiful eyes, and the blood slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she had spent the light makeup that had been specially painted, and Dan opened her eyes violently, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were full of distress. But Lavender didn't care in the slightest, she drew her thin sword, revealing a crazy and hideous smile in the gushing out of the golden blood.

Then, regardless of the constant warnings issued from all over his body, he carried the thin sword, and in the blink of an eye, he wanted to stab again.

But her hand couldn't fall any longer, Fran grabbed the hand of the lilac sword with his trembling left hand, although Fran was extremely weak at this time, but his left hand holding the lilac was extremely firm, with a sense of irresistibility.

"Sister-in-law, I'm still here......"

Lilac glared angrily, only feeling that this younger brother, who originally looked extremely pleasing to the eye, was as mortal as his brother at this time, but the annoyance in her heart disappeared with Fran's next sentence!

"If my brother sees it, I don't know how distressed it will be."

The lilac face was slightly red, but it was amazingly beautiful against the mottled bloodstains. The celebrant also turned his head at this time and glanced at the lavender, the meaning in his eyes made the lavender unable to refute, so he could only take a few steps back with the sword, but the sword was not sheathed!

The redness on the pretty face echoes with the divine blood dripping from the tip of the sword, magnificent and graceful!

The purple spells were crushing towards the Greedy Butterfly as if they were endless, but these energy-lacked spells could only slightly delay the Greedy Butterfly's escape.

As the dilapidated and decayed jade seal of the country gradually became brilliant and magnificent, the wings of the greedy butterfly stirred slightly, obviously preparing to get out of trouble.

The Dead Emperor's face turned cold, and his white and slender right hand stretched out as a grasp, obviously preparing to start the final plan, but at this time, Fran's voice suddenly sounded.

It was a voice of confusion, as when he spoke to the Ace of Spades, and Fran asked in confusion, "Do you think I'm a good bully?" ”

The celebrant was stunned for a moment, and looked at his son, who knew very little, and suddenly felt that he had learned some difference between Fran and the real Fran in countless information, but this difference was indescribable, and there was a feeling that kept surging in the god's heart, but it could never be clearly expressed.

Fran suddenly covered his mouth and let out a short, but extremely grotesque laugh, a maliciously, but extremely sarcastic, disdainful smile, which gradually amplified the laughter.

Fran finally gave up his suppression, he let go of the trembling hand covering his mouth, and his weak right hand seemed to be unable to hold the revolver called reduction!

Mocking laughter rang out throughout the hall!

The Lady of Madness even took some of her mind out of the hard work of the secret ritual, and looked at the poor creature laughing madly beside the god with admiration and admiration.

The old butler who had been assisting the Mad Lady to stabilize the secret ceremony was slightly stunned, and muttered a name in a low voice: "...... Constantine"

And those who have always paid attention to this place seem to be infected by the sound of crazy laughter, and countless crazy laughter of different colors resounded from their mouths!

It's not just an expression of emotion! It's a secret ritual! This is the prototype of the secret rite!

Fran was still laughing, and the Greedy Butterfly seemed to sense some kind of threat, and flipped its wings faster! Mo Lin closed his eyes and secretly opened a gap, and then suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the crazy Fran. She didn't feel strange, her nose ached, and a familiar feeling welled up in her heart.

It was this laughter, and it was with this laughter that on that terrifying night, that the bad guys were devoured little by little by Franco!

The string of laughter seemed to suppress the depression inside, but it was also a mockery of his miserable life. The louder you hear him laugh, the more painful he becomes. That weird laugh came from the real Fran! It was the embodiment of the irascible and evil nature of Fran's humanity!

In the cognition of all the general public, smiles are often endowed with happiness, warmth, and beauty.... and other words. At this time, Fran's laughter, instead of representing happiness, warmth, and beauty, is a collection of bitterness, horror, helplessness, anger, bitterness, and many mixed emotions and meanings.

This is a counterattack after humanity has been suppressed by divinity for a long time!

This is undisguised malice!

That's what it is......

The real Fran!

The false Fran is calm and polite. But many people forget that he ...... before his dependents were recognized. It's a demon! He can be graceful and calm, he can be polite, but let's not forget that there is a terrible power in people like Fran. This power is very restrained, like a stream of fire hidden deep under an iceberg. When this iceberg is not unraveled, this kind of power will only make people feel like a spring breeze, giving you the illusion that he is a bully, but once this power is fully burst out, no one will know how much the power can destroy.

The divinity in the soul was unscrupulously extracted, and on the empty wheel, six dark purple bullets with white gradually appeared out of thin air, unlike the previous bullets, the tip of the bullet of these bullets was a dirty blood-red color!

"Shoot!"

Franhaha laughed maniacally, ignoring the divine pollution of the Greedy Butterfly, and staggered to the giant butterfly that was paralyzed to the ground, and pressed the reduction in his hand against the raised right wing of the Greedy Butterfly.

Cut down the roar!

It's different from the previous roar!

Like thunder, like a magnificent overlapping chant!

Cut! Cut!

Subtract everything! Cut it all! Cut!

All of them should be one service!

This is the annihilation of subtraction!

The bullets of the nest were fired, stabbing into the huge wings, and in just a breath, a huge void emerged.

The indescribable mournful sound reappeared, and the two huge compound eyes of the greedy butterfly were filled with a deep hatred!

The muzzle of the gun is slightly lowered!

It's a chant-like roar again!

Tattered! Tattered!

Didn't wait long!

As if he had gone mad, or had gone mad, Fran kept moving the muzzle of his gun, and the six bullets in the nest were vented in an instant!

The six hollows were connected together, and the remnant wing in the middle trembled slightly, and the connection between this remnant wing and the side was only a little bit left! Without hesitation, Fran raised his foot and kicked lightly, and a flickering golden wing was kicked off by him. But it's not over at this point,

Fran bent down to pick up the stump, and without even wiping the blood off it, he sent the fragment of the feather that was bigger than his head into his mouth!

This crazy move even shocked both the Feaster and the Dead Emperor slightly, and when they were shocked, the spell in their hands trembled for a moment, but the greedy butterfly, who was already extremely angry, seized this moment with a calm reaction that was completely different from his own emotions!

Under the sudden burst of the power of his demigod true body, he completely dispersed the jade seal of the country that was nothing more than an illusory shadow! This time, only the feasters were left, and they were left to delay bitterly.

The Dead Emperor stretched out his hand, but in the end, he was still reluctant to use the soul origin of the old guy beside him, although this level of invocation would not be a big deal, and it would be good to sleep for a hundred and eighty years. But no matter how you say it, it's for the sake of running around and doing your best to die of the old guy, if you can make him comfortable, let him be more comfortable.

As for giving the Butterfly of Greed a hard blow?

Scold......

You must know that at this time, Fran is already a burden-bearing person in the dead country, and he doesn't hate the blow he gave to the greedy butterfly enough? But looking at the hatred in the eyes of that bed bug, the Dead Emperor felt that he should be a big white today!

Voyeurs seem to be recording?

Thinking about today's events, it will inevitably be the first series of black cat tabloids.

I don't know if the funds in the treasury are enough to give the people of the dead country a black cat tabloid, the dead emperor is on the chair, the tattered dragon chair phantom has long disappeared, if it is maintained, this incarnation of the dead emperor will inevitably collapse.

His eyes lingered on the pawn for a moment, and then he looked at Fran, who was trying to swallow in the room, and the lilac behind him, who hurriedly picked up a wine glass from the short table in Molin and helped Fran deliver food.

The Dead Emperor squinted and smiled, "It's funny! ”

The pawn was a little puzzled, "Your Majesty is reconciled with this?" ”

The Dead Emperor didn't explain, but suddenly asked what was in his mind before, "Can the treasury support a copy of the black cat tabloid for today's events?" ”

Looking at the dead emperor who rarely cared about the internal affairs of the dead, the pawn couldn't help but feel a little emotional, but he replied aloud, unlike his old appearance, his voice was full of anger at this time, and he simply used all the strength to eat milk before his death.

As in the manner and tone of his death, the pawn stared at the greedy butterfly with his eyes.

"Your Majesty, what are you talking about, Your Majesty is not engaged in government affairs, and I don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil, and salt are in charge! How can such a costly thing be financed from the treasury? ”