Before Ouyang Dao was finished, Smith had already come out. Holding the coffin in his hand, swinging his left foot outwards and his right heel behind him, his body rotating around his waist. With the sides of the coffin as the axis, a large circle was drawn, and then it jumped up, landed on two rollers, and hid behind the coffin. In the morgue, the front door is the only exit, and the back window is too high for two people to reach. But they didn't have to leave, Gai Kai laughed openly, and the three tentacles in the coffin reached out, slowly pushing the lid open, leaving a green fluorescent slime on the lid. A vast and distant air rose in the coffin. Jira stopped smiling and stared nervously at the coffin.

A figure stood upright from it, its beautiful long hair turned into a dozen sea snakes, and the jaw of the original place turned into sticky wet tentacles. The new Mrs. Smith twisted her neck and covered her skin with green scales. Ouyang Dao's body trembled slightly behind the coffin, and the renovation finally began his uncontrollable life. The blacksmith who crawled out of the coffin did not listen to him. Trying to turn it into blood to regain his left eye is even more delusional. "You should have expected that, didn't you?"

Smith whispered, "Huh? Ouyang Dao didn't say anything, sat with his head down, waiting for them to shoot. "The professional-level control elite is doomed to failure, it's good to find out that you are not a genius, the strong bear the pain of the strong" The professional-level control elite, the world is indeed the hidden dragon Crouching Tiger After comforting Ouyang Dao, Smith stood up from behind the coffin, Mrs. Smith turned her back to her, "Kill her, Vivian," Smith looked at his wife and said, she was dead and alive again.

It's been a long time since Smith stood up from the coffin, and the imperious Gera now looks at Smith in shock. Mrs. Smith shuddered at the sound of this, her body made several popping sounds, her head turned 180 degrees, and she had a beautiful face with closed eyes. Seeing this 180-degree turn, Smith swallowed. Smith's legs trembled, and he said to his wife again, "Kill Jira, Vivien" Smith's closed eyes slowly opened, a pair of vertical pupils appeared in front of him, and the snake's hair also opened its eyes, "Yes" The snake's voice in his ears. Ouyang Dao looked at Smith, who was about to die, and whispered to him, I can't control this elite monster Of course I know that you can't control it, she should listen to my Smith facing an amazing vertical pupil, trembling uncontrollably. Not all the dead have vague memories, aren't they easy to control Smith cursed his friend who told him about it, not realizing that Ouyang Dao was not a necromancer. There was the sound of a stone falling, and Gila retreated into the hallway outside the door, ready to slip away.

There was another crackling sound, and Mrs. Smith's head immediately returned to its original shape, and a dozen tentacles protruded from the sleeves of her funeral dress. Jira rolled to the side vigorously, a two-meter-tall Hulk wrapped around the vines, she knew that now they were exhausted, it was easy to deal with the professionals, you were no match for elite enemies. The smooth tentacles left a large hole in the wall, and when Gila turned into the Hulk and fled, Mrs. Smith kicked him out, surrounded by tentacles.

After the two humanoids left, Smith fell to the ground, and Ouyang Dao lifted him up and left the morgue in a daze. "When the war is over, I'll hire you to defeat your Jerry," Smith said bitterly. "It was he who told me that dead creatures are easy to pick up" Ouyang Dao smiled, but did not answer, he didn't know if it was a ghost? Looking at Smith's angry expression, Ouyang Dao secretly prayed for the hunter Jerry. "Hopefully you won't be beaten so badly," said Jerry, the guild's professional pedigree expert, who was unlikely to be immune from being beaten based on his poor rank. "Okay, okay, okay, if this isn't our dear injection,"

A man in a red robe leads an elf, "Your maid has made the church pay dearly. "'Wish Deacon' Smith looks sick, no, no, no, no, Miss Gila has cost us two of the best, and 14 of the best," said the red-robed deacon, "Please come to my filming site to discuss compensation... "What is the compensation for my horse?" Smith moved forward reluctantly. "Horse, what horse, this is my trophy, but not the one you kept" The red-robed deacon tried his luck, and now that the two elites are gone, he is the strongest on the field. "The church, as I remember, is a cult, except for the light of the church," said Ouyang Dao, who stood aside. The red deacon's face changed, and he glared at Ouyang Dao angrily, "The goddess is the only true god in the world, and the Sage of Light is just a rebellious child!" ”

"Child, haha, the mother vole who was beaten by her child, what a loser" A long, long time ago, in the Second Holy War, the goddess of desire, who walked on the earth, did not know what was going on in her head and declared that the god of light was her child. Enraged, the Church sent 18 epic knights to hunt down and kill the Goddess of Desire, ultimately preventing her from reaching the westernmost tip of the Eastern Continent. The 18 knights prayed together, and the god of light punished them by sending the goddess of desire to the third basement. Known as the Desire Vole, it is arguably the greatest challenge to the Church of Pleasure. The red-robed deacon had red eyes and a long whip in his hand.

"Don't think I'm afraid of hunters. I can't kill you, but Master Naza won't mind some small wounds Ouyang Dao rushed forward, walked up to the red-robed deacon, and said, "I'm a hunter, touch me, tomorrow there will be no living people in the Happy Church in Lion City!" "I'm going to kill you here, and no one will know I did it," whispered the red-robed deacon. "Really? Will the shootout also end? Ouyang Dao smiled, and under the gaze of a pair of elites, he arranged a dozen or so professionals, even if Mrs. Smith intervened, it would not be done overnight. "The shooting was a guest at our church, and he won't leak the news," the red-robed deacon gritted his teeth. "Once the Shadow Council knew the meaning of the shootout, would they be so cooperative? "

Ouyang Dao whispered in the red deacon's ear. At this time, the red-robed deacon saw Ouyang Dao's intentions: "Needless to say, what do you want?" Ouyang pointed to a narrow passage nearby, "You don't look like you're shooting, are you?" The red deacon said hesitantly, he looked down the dark passage, then turned around, sowed three seeds, and pressed them against the wall. ”

Go ahead, I suggest you don't play tricks" The red-robed deacon led the horse and Ouyang Dao to the corridor, which seemed to be a shortcut for the servants to deliver food, and the width of the corridor was only one meter. The red-robed deacon led the horse, which had blocked the passage. Inside, Ouyang Dao didn't say anything. He walked past the red deacon and looked the horse up and down. Seeing his face, the red deacon knew. The kid had his eye on my horse. "Is it easy for me to be quiet, horse?" you know what I mean," Ouyang Dao said, looking the sturdy horse up and down. In the color of greed of attitude, it cannot be disguised.

The red-robed deacon hesitated. This horse is obtained by additional missions, that is, the use of his personal property to fulfill the mission of the Church. Seeing that he was hesitant, Ouyang Dao urged him in a low voice, "Hurry up, a horse and a horse of the blacksmith group, you know who is more important than whom." The red-robed deacon looked at the horse in his hand again, hesitated for a moment, and handed the horse to Ouyang Dao.

"Remember, don't talk too much," the red-robed deacon said bitterly, and walked away. Ouyang Dao stood with his horse, his head facing the red deacon, about ten meters away. Without hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the red-robed deacon looked back at Ouyang Dao.

"What are you thinking? you have that horse" Ouyang Dao slowly put his fingers into the horse's mouth and retreated behind the horse. Seeing this action, the red-haired Deacon looked confused. "What did you do? It's nothing, it's our school's secret method of training animals," Ouyang Dao smiled in the dark.

Beneath the elf's skin, flesh tumbled, and three ferocious horns emerged from the front. There was a loud sound of horses galloping in the aisle, and a white line suddenly appeared and hit the opposite wall, where Smith was trapped and turned his head. "It's so sad, there's no one left," Ouyang Dao said as he pointed to the body of the red deacon. He picked up a sharp stone from the ground and began rubbing against the vine that had trapped Smith. "That's my horse, you can't be careful with it," Smith muttered. "He's a top pro, he's not going to let the horse sprint at full strength, what if he's not dead?"

Ouyang Dao's heart beat faster in pain. This horse, modified by his blood and with the strength of a top pro, hit his head against the wall, which was a waste. After the vines were cut off, Ouyang Dao and Smith fled from the manor, looking at the walls with several large holes in the walls, watching the war still raging. Smith said to Ouyang Dao in a hateful voice: "Go, go to your director, these two crazy women, you must die!" Ouyang Dao followed him, looking at the inexplicable whisper: "Director, the president is more. ”