The main house of the manor is a mountain-shaped building, with the front door being the most prominent fountain and meadow, and Ouyang Dao and Smith dining in the middle. After the wedding there is a long and narrow corridor. Ouyang Dao and Smith ran along the corridor, "Brother Gaia" Smith said bitterly, "You said last time that my woman is not simple... ”

"Your butlers, secretaries, and maids are all professional witches," Ouyang Dao said calmly, "What do you mean by asking me so many people? I thought you had trained all the maids to become professionals, and I was very suspicious of your wealth" Ouyang Dao suddenly asked, "What do you think I'm talking about?" Smith suddenly smiled shyly: "Didn't you hear what those women called me?"

Ouyang Dao looked at the lower part of her body suspiciously, "So strong, convince professionals?" "Smith saw Ouyang Dao's strange expression, the druids are long gone, they don't like me. Do you know which one it is, considering the way I do things, it's a shootout. Ouyang Dao said with a smile, this is a small test. He didn't know which denomination it belonged to, but... ”

I know, I know they don't really love you," Ouyang Dao said, glancing at the end of the shootout again, "What medicine did you tell me last time?What is its name?Where is it sold?" "They don't love me," they said angrily. "I know, I know," Ouyang Dao added in a low voice. ”

I know, I know that "gunshots are everywhere" After the druids were eliminated, they were absorbed into the Happy Church" He roared at Ouyang Dao "The woman who is there to protect us is a common tool of the Happy Church" Ouyang Dao glanced into the aisle, still tingling from shock, and from time to time a troubled expression shot into their faces. To the left and right is the back fountain, and a short way in front is the back door, which the former maid said was open. Ouyang Dao and Smith ran to this fork in the road, and they both stopped and said at the same time, "Okay... ”

"You go first" X2 was still shooting at them, "We can't go any further," Ouyang Dao said simply. "Go to the fountain," Smith thought for a moment. "Gaia man, are you sure?" Ouyang Dao repeated. "Go to the fountain" Gaia man, how sure are you? "Go to the fountain" "What did you put in the fountain?" ”？

Escape route or signal? "She," Ouyang Dao was not in the mood to continue talking to Smith, he turned his head to the left and began to run, preparing to make a detour back to the fountain. Before he left, he said to them "fate has chosen again" Standing at the crossroads of the corridor, Smith hesitated between the Chapel of Joy and the Church of Gaias Lanka, both of which were so mysterious that he didn't know which one to choose. At this time, a series of beep beet sounds came from behind his voice. Without thinking, Smith turned left and chased after Ouyang Dao.

Soon, a green ball reached the firing point, and a dozen green vines stuck into the green armor behind Jira, levitating Jira's body in midair. She looked in the direction of the shooting range's escape, and the "little mouse", a man in a red robe, appeared in the dark corridor of the intersection. "Jira, your potential is amazing," an androgynous voice came from under the robe. "You still smell fishy, happy deacons," Gila looked down at the red man. "Now you can't control me" "We are all followers of the Goddess, how can we control it?" The man in the red robe had a gentle voice, but there was a greasy feeling in his ears. "I said, don't control me!" Furious, Jira quickly regained her strength and broke free from the control of the Happy Church at her expense. "Whether you admit it or not, the power of the goddess is always within you, and she will watch over you" The figure of the red man slowly disappeared into the darkness. For Jira, more research is needed, which he doesn't want to do today. "Smith is not a place where you can come and go as you please," said Gayla, with a wry smile on his delicate face and the air of a hostess. Frightened, the red-robed man stepped back. A dozen vines were whipped where he had left. "Jira, disciple of the goddess, I am disappointed that you have attacked me like this," the red man's voice said in a strange magic. "Be disappointed, don't be disappointed even if you're dead," Kira said in a fierce voice, immediately ordering Green Vine to fight the Reds. As Smith ran out of the corridor on the left, he saw Ouyang Dao sitting on the edge of the fountain feeding the fish. Beside Ouyang Dao, more than a dozen people stood quietly. Today's moonlight was bright, and those dozens of figures stood there inconspicuously, as if their bodies could swallow the light.

Smith got close enough to see the familiar armor. Isha, what about the others? Smith shouted out the name of the captain of the convoy. The armored man stood quietly, and as he approached, Smith saw a dent in the captain's armor. He was more sure of the identity of the captain of the guard, one by one, and he said, "You take your brothers and cut down the plants at the front door." Jira must have been delayed. We're going to the Hunters' Guild" Smith abruptly stopped talking as they approached. There is not a single cloud in the rainy sky, and the visibility is very high in the moonlight. The armor of the Blacksmith Guard is a special third-order armor that reflects bright white light in bright moonlight. As he approached, Smith paused.

The armor is the same. The moon is the same. The reason for the absence of reflexes is simple. Crimson threads are wound around the armor. Sometimes a layer of mist rises in the cracks of the armor, obscuring the rays of the moon. In front of the helmet, countless crimson silk threads gathered at the location of the eyes, and in the mist, only one pair of eyes glowed red. A dozen people stood there, their armor clearly dark red.

Every once in a while, in the gaps between the armor, the red flesh would stretch out and retract. Smith retreated to Ouyang Dao, who was feeding the fish. "Gaia, Isha and the others, what do you think is going on?" The sound of shooting them was faint, with an almost imperceptible tremor. Captain Ise, I haven't met him. "He must have died in the living room," Ouyang Dao said, looking down at the sturdy fish in the fountain. Isn't he standing right in front of you?" "Without Captain Ise, the poor captain of the guard died in the living room," Ouyang Dao said calmly, still throwing food into the fountain from time to time. "Smith quietly left Ouyang Dao a few steps" "Of course, no, it's just fate smiling at me" Ouyang Dao was still feeding the fish, and the silver moon shone on his hand, allowing Smith to see Ouyang Dao's fish food.

It was a bloody piece of flesh, and the blood on Ouyang Dao's hand looked black. "Brother Gaia, what do you feed the fish with?" Smith said calmly, "The living have the function of the living, and the dead have the function of the dead," and the fish in his hand seemed to have been fed. He reached into the fountain and put it in the water. "Dead? dead is dead. What's the use? "Smith is far away from Ouyang Dao.

Ouyang Dao slowly pulled his hand out of the sink. The hands that had just been stained with blood were as white as new. It's like the countless tongues in the sink have licked his hands clean. Ouyang Dao slowly wiped his hands on his windbreaker, and the sound of the windbreaker became weaker and weaker in the main room. A strange thump came back to me. Smith retreated to the doorway where he had just run out, slowly

He opened the door, as if he didn't want to disturb Ouyang Dao when he was wiping his hands. Just then, a soft female voice came from behind him, "Smith, are you looking for me?" "I'm so happy!" Several green vines emerge from the shadows, followed by a woman floating in the air. Behind her myriad tentacles, climb the walls and hover in the air like a demon. But the woman's body was well supported in mid-air, "Come on, be one with me, let's be together forever" The woman's voice was soft, but the words that came out made Smith creep.

"Jira, I think we can talk about it again," Smith said, leaving Jira. "There's my brother out there, can we wait until he's gone to talk about this?" No, follow me upstairs, we'll deal with your brother when we're done" Jira's voice was still soft, with a gentle smile. Smith ran as fast as she could, and Jira slowly followed her.

Under the moonlight, more than a dozen people pulled out their giant swords, and Ouyang Dao stood there, wiping his hands, watching Smith run, the green ball behind him, surrounded by vines. "War... Let the woman go! ”