In the living room, Kurlin was startled when he saw orange fireballs flying around in the distance. Father, why are you leaving now, aren't you Kulin hesitated for a moment, then immediately took out a seed from his bosom, just like the one used in the riot, and after a few breaths, another flower ball flew out of the red swan. The man with Kulin roared and demanded that the marquise open the defensive positions. Being around Collin, of course, is to be his best friend, and this attitude could be a sign that Colin has discovered something!

The surrounding guests seem to have noticed that the bondarev family is a well-known family of plant magic, and most importantly, it is said that they have been using a very expensive method of divination called four-leaf divination, but you can predict the future to some extent!

"This place is going to collapse. Coulingbondarev escaped!" Fear spread like a virus through the crowd, and in their rush no one took into account the accuracy of the rumors, they just shouted at Mrs. Marquis who had just come downstairs and shouted why she didn't let go of her defenses!

"I hope everyone can calm down! The butler said weakly, but the surging crowd didn't care. They shouted and shouted that the authority of the Marquis family was worthless at the time. The Marquise didn't notice the crowd, she just stared at the sea of people in the distance, like Hughes. Ouyang Dao flashed through his mind for no reason, but the marquis vaguely thought that Ouyang Dao did it......

He was just a young man on the throne, and he didn't have the guts to attack the Marquise, whose reason told her, but her sensitivity kept reminding her. Maybe it was a little too cruel for me, and I thought of a more appropriate reason, but in the marquise's mind, the last smile on Ouyang Dao's face was still there.

"Ma'am, what do we do now?" The housekeeper asked anxiously, pulling Mrs. Marquis back to reality. Before answering, Mrs. Marquis wanted to say that she would not open it, but she acquiesced to the butler's release. Maybe subconsciously, she was also afraid of Leo's reaction.

The order of the Marquise was well communicated, and as soon as the phalanx was loosened, a large hole was immediately cut into the outer wall of the Red Swan Manor, and many crazy figures rushed out of it, like fish rushing into the sea of the king's capital.

But in less than a minute, countless figures were from the king's capital directly to the Red Swan Manor! After the crowd dispersed, the Marquise's guards arrived too late to reprimand them in time, and the Marquise immediately sent them into battle.

Marquis's guards were more professional, and the defensive-minded men quickly built a huge barrier, and slowly, sweating, retreated, and Mrs. Marquis hurriedly thanked him.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry we can't continue to the dinner, I'm tired, I need to rest," said Slow as he left, this Roshan monster, who knows what else, is too dangerous here. "Thank you, Mr. Slow, for your help, but there are a lot of holes in the estate right now, and I want you to protect them for the time being," said Mrs. Marquis, pointing to her finger as Slow saw a lot of hidden professionals.

Now the marquis's house is in chaos, and everyone wants a piece of the pie. "Of course, the Winchesters won't hurt you, Mr. Slow" Even now, Mrs. Marquis did not have a single honest conversation, she only uttered the word "sir" very strongly, and Slow had to learn the rest on his own.

Between his title and his life, this title was slowly chosen. "Yes, you can rest assured!" Turning around slowly, he plunged headlong into the field, and with a wave of his hand, a huge defensive barrier was formed, the hole in the manor was blocked, and the sound of countless impacts rippled across the screen. These thieves want to disturb the surface of the water and catch fish.

The Marquise's angry fingers trembled, but she suppressed her anger, for there was nothing to be gained in doing so now, and it was necessary to be prepared for the troubles that were to come. As soon as Slow arrived, the Marquis's guards breathed a sigh of relief, and many of them were free to deal with the thieves without fear of being routed. One thief after another was hanged, most of whom were ready to die before they came.

Robbing a marquis is a gamble. You win, you retire. If you lose, you die here. But sometimes, things go wrong. If the appearance of death has not been taken away from the mind, there is no way to escape the difficulty of burying all people. This man, his name is Kilgley.

At first, Bounty Lovers: Ex File Gray refused the task, you can't tell me to go I go, and such a dangerous Marquis's Mansion. But when the publisher of the quest raised the price to 1000 gold, he was tempted.

Unlike those sent by other powers, this mysterious man with a bounty was simply dissatisfied with the marquis's palace, and he sent people not to find treasure or intelligence, but only to take revenge. This purpose of the mission publisher was learned after he had a secret conversation with Keygray and the others.

"One of the reasons I chose you is that you are all mercenaries with families," the mysterious man said.

"The danger is great, so I'll offer you another reward for your wives and children" The mysterious man clapped his hands, and an impartial man came out from behind the curtain, confirming the following statement.

"If someone can cause enough damage to the marquis's house, I will give his family a large sum of gold, at least 1000 gold, the amount of which is determined by the bounty" Before choosing to face death, Jory remembered the eyes of the notary, how lucky you are to have such eyes.

The Marquis's guard stabbed him with a vicious sword, and Gaegre dodged and immediately rushed out, surrounded by bounty hunters who had come in with him, and without their companions guarding him, Quigley could not have escaped from the Marquis's manor on his own. But the direction in which he ran solved the confusion of several people, and instead of running slowly towards the exit, he ran to the front left corner.

Without Mrs. Marquis as a hostage, there was no way to escape, so this was also the least defended place for the guards. But here, here are thewes, who alienate into 'drowning in sentient beings'. Hughes, on the other hand, only needed a body to express his reputation as "submerged by all beings".

The fast defense broke through quickly, and Gigray's offensive angle was already on the edge of the defense, making it not so easy to defend, and he still attacked from the inside. When he meets Wes, he is immersed in silence, like a nameless victim. Why are you doing this?

It's a question on everyone's mind, but it soon becomes clear that honor is not without purpose. Fart sounds like fart. In fact, farting is a very rewarding process. Its main function is to expel toxic gases from the human body, which is a real treat.

Of course, fumigation by the accidental release of gases is inevitable, after all, there are gains and losses. Now, as it sounded like a fart, Wes suddenly expanded again, unlike his earlier expansion, if, more specifically, the initial expansion was like an inflated balloon, expanding in an orderly manner, and the expansion that devoured Killey was like the air flying after a balloon exploded, swift and violent.

"Wait!" The captain of the escort fleet shouted, but the SEAL division in charge of defense disagreed. The bulge was strong and irregular, like a slaughterhouse working day and night inside Hughes, expelling a large amount of flesh every second. The sound of breaking was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The liar was already a little overwhelmed and immediately turned pale. Looking at the cracked barrier, the besieged bounty hunters seemed to see the light. At this rate, the guards would soon be able to gather them together and do their best to deal with Hughes, but now Kilgley showed them the way.

"Son," said one of the older bounty hunters to a young man, "remember to be nice to my daughter when you come out." The young bounty hunter's face changed, he didn't have time to speak, and the old hunter rushed out. "Remember to live and don't think about anything else!" Bang! It was that corner again, and with the cracked gaze of the guard, the old hunter rushed in without hesitation.

"Old man Grumman, Bounty Lovers: Ex Files, remember to pay!" The devotion of the old hunter made the expansion of beings speed up a little, and gradually, the accumulation of flesh and blood even spread to the roofs of the manor, and the rooms made of master materials creaked, not to mention only the elite seals. "Last time you told me there was a mysterious heritage of a Navy SEAL captain in the market, but you didn't buy it. Can I see why?"

Under tremendous pressure, the SEAL captain looked at the captain of the guard. The captain's face changed, and he wanted to say that you don't need to know, but looking at the bloody corpse of the seal, he was silent. There are more and more cracks in the wall. The body of the sealant acts like a barrier. He was covered in blood. The white robe has crimson lines on it.

"Before buying, I accompanied the young master to the auction, and when the young master was short of money, I handed it over, and when the young master came back, the secret information had already been bought" This action made his face crack like porcelain, and blood spurted out.

"It's ridiculous to die today because of the past"

"Ha, that's right" The captain suddenly lowered his sword and carefully grasped the seal's shattered body, as if he was collecting broken porcelain.

"Sometimes fate is so helpless, if there is an afterlife, I hope we can meet again" At this time, the captain's retreat left a huge hole in the defensive line, and the broken obstacles could not stop the fall of the flesh waves, and the pale pieces of flesh hung like currents, and Mrs. Marquis screamed......

In the marquise's heavenly voice, the barrier was broken, and the closed man looked at the surging flesh and reached out to caress the captain's face. "I don't know if we'll ever meet again in that monster," the captain crackled, and the seals, like a drop of water on the surface of the sea, made a faint sound when swallowed by Weis, but their departure also kicked off a big drama called "The Destruction of the Red Swan", and the first to die were the guards standing in front of the barrier, including swordsmen and swordsmen, who had a distance of several hundred meters to shoot through the archer's bird, and an army thousands of miles away to cross the mage. But before the merciless waves of flesh, they were all devoured.

The swordsman slashed, the swordsman slashed, and the sharp light cut a large wound on the flesh, but the swordsman and the swordsman were also stained with pale blood. A pale liquid like blood, burrowing through the skin and into the flesh. At the moment of contact, the swordsman and the swordsman's flesh involuntarily swelled.

The swordsman's left arm suddenly became larger, the upper body was like a meatball, the bloodless forearm slowly expanded, and finally was "devoured" by the meatball, the sword's right arm breathed evenly, and in less than one breath, the swordsman's right arm was already as big as his own. In a matter of seconds, the iron sword in his hand would turn into a toothpick. That swordsman was closer to the world than that swordsman, and now he couldn't see the human form.

Before the waves of flesh engulfed him, the swordsman saw only a giant who looked like his best friend. At first, I wanted to be like that The swordsman giggled silently, then turned around and slashed at himself with the iron sword, but his right arm was stretched out too much, and the blade could only stop in front of him. Hey, so domineering, the swordsman suppressed his anger at all beings, and then immediately disappeared into his body.

Mrs. Marquis, who miraculously escaped, gasped loudly as she watched the manor in horror with the various guards and bounty hunters beside her. At this time the Red Swan Manor is filled with sentient creatures, pale pieces of flesh that crowd windows and balconies, flashes of a series of laws that reclose, flashes of uncertainty that are meant to highlight the inundation of human horrors.

"There are four steps to defend the manor, and the monster can't escape," said the housekeeper in a trembling prayer, but Mrs. Marquis's eyebrows were raised.

"The manor must be fine, but where is the bishop when you encounter such a monster ......"

"It is equally important to heal the wounded," said the old voice of the bishop, who was always by his side when a seriously wounded nobleman was carried away. At this moment, trapped in the manor of sentient beings, immersed in peace, the appearance of people can only restore their true colors for a few minutes. "The best way to save a life is to kill a monster bishop, you missed the point!"

"There are a lot of professionals who are good at fighting, and I seem to be the only one who can heal them" the bishop looked calm, the marquise, with a look in her eyes, ready to retort.

"Heh!!!"