The head of the ancestor Lu Fierce constantly twitching his eyelids hung in the air, enveloped in a strange lavender light cluster. And the light ball full of bewitching magical power shoots out from the eyes of three very old and evil statues. They are called the three judges of the underworld in Greek mythology---Radamantis, Minos, and Ai Sculpture of Agos.
Although this VIP room was obviously hot like a stove dancing with flames, Craven still felt very cold, but his body was very honest. He was sweating and cold sweating constantly. He felt even colder after the clothes all over his body were soaked in cold sweat.
Because the old man who combined wealth and power was exuding some rude and huge power, cruelly beating the fear in the deepest part of his soul.
(It would be good if you only eat seventy minutes full...) Craven lowered his head and looked at the pungent vomit at his feet. This thought suddenly jumped out of his tidal thoughts: (If you eat less, you won't be so embarrassed by vomiting...oh...is it time to think about this kind of thing?)
The other four people standing with him are obviously also suffering extreme torture from fear.
Howl raised his head blankly, did not notice that his high-end leather shoes had been filled with bashful urine running down his thighs.
Alas... Fortunately, he is still the leading high-end shoe industry leader in the supernatural world.
Hoffman desperately retracted his fat neck into his coat, as if he wanted to use magic to make himself disappear from here, leaving only his valuable fire mouse velvet coat here.
Ryze, this predator of kitchen utensils, who has always been known for his tough methods, is biting his nails like a neurotic child, not even knowing that his fingers have been bitten with blood.
As for Kevin...
His body, foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground, has become cold.
Craven even envied Kevin a little bit, although his heart is very weak, it would be undecent to be scared to death like this. But at least he was freed from this nightmare interrogation in time, and didn't have to continue to face the unpredictable anger of the ghost and black market host like the other four people.
Nan Bowan concentrated on using a golden brush to write obscure and ancient runes on the three statues. With the continuous input of runes, the light from the eyes of the Judge of the Underworld also wafted.
"Ah..." The ancestor Lu Fierce's eyes rolled aimlessly in his eye sockets: "That girl...convex...curled...tsk tut...tonight...it must be good...how much strength... Just how much effort was used on her..."
A fierce-looking head, floating in the air in the weird light, and actually still laughing, this scene is unspeakable and terrifying...
"This green-skinned bastard, everyone is dead, are you still wondering how to harm the girl in the Medici family?!" Hearing the green fierce ancestor's thoughts on Evelyn, the monoscaly standing aside suddenly became somewhat Angrily, he drew out the long knife, everyone only felt that a cold light flew in front of them, and when the light disappeared, the head of the green fierce ancestor had already become two halves!
Duclaw blamed his son with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Guwazi! How can I ask if it is broken?!"
Nan Bowan bowed to Duclaw and said, "Master, all the information in this head has been unearthed. So even if you continue to ask questions, it will only be fragments of thoughts at the time of dying."
"Yeah!" With a terrifying gaze, Duclaw stared at the four people standing side by side: "The green fierce ancestor's head has already explained the matter, what else do you want to explain?"
The four people headed by Craven were shrouded by the gaze of the single claw, as if they were instantly in a furnace, being burned mercilessly.
Howl and Hoffman suddenly covered their faces and started crying. Craven and Ryze were tortured by this force that they could not understand.
Dulin and Nan Bowan looked at each other, and at the same time shrugged their shoulders tacitly. The ins and outs of the attack on the Leopard Man Autonomous Region have been ascertained, and there is no need to continue interrogation. But Duclaw is very angry now, so he is torturing these few competitors who don't know how high they are.
After all, dare to carry out a terrorist attack on the Leopard Man Autonomous Region, which is unique in the history of the ghost black market.
Craven struggled and hissed: "Host... please listen to my explanation! We... we just want to take revenge on the Medici family..."
"Really?!" Duclaw said in a very exaggerated tone: "I just want to avenge the Medici family? But you released the natural enemies of the Leopard race to attack the Leopard Man Autonomous Region? Oh, hello...but I was terrified! I thought you were trying to destroy our black market of ghosts and ghosts!"
The fatigue on Nam Bowan’s face glowed with a gloomy chill, and he said with a naughty sneer: “Who doesn’t know in the world, vampires and the autonomous regions of the four Asian human races form the most important combat power and power of our ghosts and ghosts in the black market. Talent structure? Attacking the Leopard Man Autonomous Region is tantamount to wanting to cut off an arm from the Lord! Doing such a detrimental move to the ghost black market is actually just for revenge on the Medici family?"
"Don't dare!" Craven jumped up in shock, and he burst into tears: "Let me not dare to be 10,000 courage, host!"
"We know you dare not!" Monolin walked to Craven and stared at him with falcon-like eyes: "But I just want to torture you, what should I do?"
Craven lowered his head, his face suffocated like a diseased pig liver, and finally he squeezed out the word that was impossible even for himself: "Forgive... Forgive me!"
Dulin's eyes widened in surprise, and looked back at Duclaw: "He said forgive me? Hahaha! He actually wants us to spare?!" He threw a punch and knocked Craven to the ground, and then severely Stomping on that sweaty head severely: "You not only violated the Golden Wheel Treasure Business War rule that no post-match fights are allowed, but you also caused heavy losses to the Leopard race. Do you think you can still live?"
Craven plucked up the courage to tremble and said, "I know I have no way to survive. I only ask the host to show mercy... let my four daughters go!"
Dulin smiled fiercely: "Your four daughters? Don't worry, the ghosts and ghosts will take good care of them!"
Craven was struck by lightning, his eyes widened and desperately staring at Monolin: "You...what do you want to do?"
Nam Bowan put away the golden brush, and said without a smile: "The four daughters of Craven who are in buds...presumably they will sell for a very good price!!"
"Um... Ow!!" Craven was suffocated, his face was ashes, and he was inexplicably angry. Despair, fear, or sad screams.
"To make trouble in the black market of gods and ghosts, we must be prepared for death without a corpse!" Dulin was full of contempt and fiercely slammed his feet, and the rich man's fur boss Craven made a crisp cracking sound from his neck, and then There was no sound anymore.
Duclaw glanced coldly at Craven's distorted face, and then suddenly opened his mouth and took a sharp breath. The screaming and struggling souls of the five contestants were instantly swallowed by the greedy Duclaw.
Dulin shook his head unbearably: "Smelly old man, he's eating disgusting things again!"
"You melon baby..." Duclaw's lustful face was full of outrageous colors: "Coarse grains are occasionally eaten!"
Nam Bowan bowed and said to the Duclaw father and son: "Master, young master, since the five contestants have pleaded guilty, the subordinates will go and take Craven's daughter..."
Dulin waved his hand and interrupted Nan Bowan: "No need, right? You are wronged and you are in debt! I said I would sell his daughter, but I wanted him to die more painfully! Now that they have paid the price, I think This matter might as well stop here!"
Nanbo Wan cast an inquiring gaze at Dazhao, and Dazhao nodded slightly: "They are not registered products, and the ghosts and ghosts cannot be taken from the black market! Okay, let's go to your business."
Nan Bo bowed his head: "Subordinates understand!" He respectfully retreated to the door, turned and walked out of the VIP room.
Duclaw looked at the five corpses on the ground, his eyes turbid as lava: "A clown who doesn't know how high the sky is!"
Monolin fiddles with a long knife: "On the surface they are competing competitors, but secretly they form a cooperative alliance. In this way, they are all their own, even if they lose, it does not matter, because no matter who wins the golden wheel fighter, they can all be divided together. Benefits gained. In the end, if you are lucky, you can get a good ranking or even a championship. Is this a good method?"
Duclaw sneered: "The method is good, but it is useless to have no strong Golden Wheel Fighter! And these people have hired a third-rate assassin group to carry out the plan, which is not a failure!"
Dulin couldn't help laughing, "Originally ambitious, but the whole army was wiped out without even touching the door frame. It's no wonder they must want to avenge the Medici family, hahahaha..."
Duclaw returned to the seat: "As long as the business order in the supernatural world is re-established through the Jinlunbao business war. As for those contestants who are behind their backs, we don't need to care about what little calculations are made! But..." he Li Mang's eyes flashed: "If it endangers the black market of ghosts and ghosts, then you must not be merciless! Sigh Mingli, you come in!"
The manager of the entrance wharf of the gods and ghosts, the old man who personally delivered Ashin to the port, sighed with white hair and beard, pushed open the door of the VIP room and walked in, using it for thick eyes ●31 novel app download address ●lenses The latter's eyes looked at the Master Claw and saluted: "The old slave has seen the Lord and the Young Master!"
Duclaw asked without turning his head: "Sigh Mingli, you also know the troubles in the Leopard Man Autonomous Region, right?"
Sigh Mingli nodded slowly: "The old slave has heard about it."
Duclaw asked again: "You are the manager of the terminal. Almost all goods entering and leaving the black market must be inspected by you before they can be accepted and stored by the port. Where did the ancestor green scorpion come from? "(End of this chapter)