The battle situation is very stale, and every battle circle has not yet distinguished the winner.

Yorks subconsciously looked at the last supernatural carrier, which was Annabelle.

In fact, under his perception, the evil spirit in this guy is the strongest one.

Glancing at the dollhouse where there was a lot of fighting, Yorkes thought for a moment, opened the glass case and picked up the Annabelle doll.

At this touch, Yorks seemed to see a terrifying doll-like spirit jumping from side to side.

"You want to join too?"

As soon as the words fell, the Annabelle doll reflected in York's eyes stopped beating and stood there obediently, nodding lightly and smiling as if it were flattering.

It was going to put the Annabelle doll in, but York said the conditions.

"It's okay for you to join, but help me manage the evil spirits inside."

He knew that although the dollhouse was small, it could move, which was actually a small temptation for the evil spirits that were sealed in the artifact and could not move.

Seeing the Annabelle doll nodding obediently again, Yorkes somehow felt that the Annabelle doll had become a little cute.

Could it be because of good will? York smiled.

"Okay, since you're a doll, then I'll give you a doll's body, which is cute."

With that, York put an Annabelle doll about the size of a dollhouse's room inside, and then chose a Barbie doll from the pile of doll models to put next to it.

No need for him to threaten.

In the next second, the Annabelle doll suddenly toppled over, and the Barbie doll next to it suddenly moved her stiff hands and feet, and turned to look at him with a very cute princess ceremony.

The corners of York's mouth hooked: "Come on." ”

Barbie seemed to understand, and began to rush into the dollhouse, and when she ran into the Ultraman doll, she kicked it directly, and Ultraman, who was still fighting with the Decepticons, was suddenly kicked away by Barbie and hit the wall.

And while Barbie kicked away, she kept moving and grabbed Ultraman's opponent Decepticon with her right hand, grabbed his head and gave him a hard knee, knocking him directly to the ground.

Because of the nature of Barbie, the movements are stiff and stiff, but they are smooth and confused, and they are very coherent.

"Good guys, Barbie who knows how to sanda?"

Yorkes was full of interest, and continued to watch Barbie after finishing with Ultraman and Decepticons, and then rushed into the battle circle in the living room again, and dealt with the priest and the gray knight in three or two clicks, which was extremely brave.

Yorkes shouted 66 in his heart, and watched Barbie rush up the staircase as the tiger descended the mountain to settle the battle between Xingtian Armor and DOOM again......

Time passed, and the clock kept beating, after a while.

York, who watched the whole play, looked at the dollhouse and showed a look of unfinished business.

After the battle of the demons, the final result in the dollhouse at this time was that Barbie stood on the sofa on the first floor and roared with open hands, and the rest of the puppet models, such as Ultraman, the priest, and the bodyless head of the native evil spirit, all knelt down in front of it, as a surrender......

Seeing this somewhat comical scene, York chuckled.

I have to say that this magical dollhouse has fulfilled his childhood fantasy, that is, the puppet fight.

Although the strength of the characters in this dollhouse is determined by the spirits inside, it also satisfies the evil taste in the heart.

Yorkes glanced at the majestic Barbie, closed the lid on the dollhouse, and got up and walked out of the basement.

"Gotta find a way to buy it from Bellamy's little hand,

This thing is equivalent to the Sealed House, and I don't know which childlike power made it......"

Meanwhile.

A convenience store in Stanford welcomes a young man dressed in denim style, carrying a hiking bag, a suitcase and, importantly, a pair of black sunglasses in the middle of the night.

He looked up at the convenience store's signboard [Mai Xi Convenience Store] and sighed.

"Lao Tzu is finally back!"

With that, Healy stepped into the convenience store.

He had just finished settling the werewolf and vampire affairs in Romania, and he returned here without stopping, and at this time he wanted to fly directly to the church of Pruto, but he knew the character of Father York.

"This time we must get the old man's consent, otherwise it will ......"

Healy pushed open the front door, greeting ringing in his ears.

"Good evening, Healy."

Healy pulled down his black sunglasses and looked at his old man's former monk, "Good evening, Todd, how are you doing?" ”

The dark-skinned Todd still had the same calm appearance that York had seen before, but his attitude towards Healy was different, he just stood there and said calmly.

"It's okay, it's just a few more newcomers."

"Oh, is that so," Healy asked, pulling down her sunglasses, reaching for a loaf of bread from the shelf, pulling out a bill and placing it on the checkout counter as an entry fee.

"He's there, isn't he?"

Todd glanced at Healy, who was still pretending to be cool in the middle of the night, and replied after settling the bill.

"Research room."

"Hehe, I guess I'm working on what I sent." Healy remembered the ammunition and other loot he had sent before, and smiled and took the remaining banknotes and bread.

"Todd open the door."

As always, Todd pressed the Y key on the keyboard.

………………………

At this moment, old Mike, who has gray hair, is using tweezers to pick up a blue-glowing ammunition and put it into a device, and then clip a piece of flesh next to it, ready to test.

His test was simple, taking out the liquid from the ammo and drizzling it over the fresh-looking flesh.

As a result, the seemingly fresh flesh suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke, like a rapidly withering flower finally cracking.

Seeing this, Old Mac picked up the flesh and put it under the microscope and leaned over to take a look.

Under the microscope, the cells that were still actively flowing in the flesh and blood were now being contacted by the liquid glowing blue light, and they were collapsing one after another.

Old Mike showed a hint of disdain in his eyes, in his opinion, this vampire was too weak, not the target he wanted at all, he was looking for those bloods who were not afraid of the sun.

"I don't know which branch is the product left, it's really a weak chicken!"

As soon as he said this, a echoing voice sounded in his ears, "These vampires are indeed weak chickens!" I can fight a dozen by myself. ”

Hearing this sudden response, Old Mac shook his head, raised his upper body and slowly took off his gloves, looked at his son who came over in front of him, and said calmly.

"I heard you want to be a monk of York?"

Healy shrugged and took off his sunglasses, hung them in the pocket of his denim jacket, and said in a serious tone.

"Old man, I have found my faith."

Thanks to the violent tendencies for being my nuclear deterrent tip! Thank you for your support

(End of chapter)