In front of the summoner’s pub
His hand are shaking uncontrollably.
His eyelids are shaking uncontrollably.
He was shaking all over.
He looks as if he were ill.
But familiar with others will know that this is a precursor to his imminent runaway.
He’s going to kill people. Kill a lot of people.
Killing many people can calm his anger.
The first time he was so angry was in Noxas two years ago, when Jessica was accidentally hijacked by the target.
That damn fool dare to threaten him with Jessica.
At that time, he killed a whole thousand people, and once slaughtered the whole pub in the tenth district before giving up.
Afterwards, some people called this terrible event the devil’s ten layers, which coincided with a certain number of layers of hell.
The degree of horror is directly comparable to that of Noxas City, which said that the first terrible event was the celebration of the dead souls.
today
These stupid humans
Once again, the ten demons were released.
Because that lamp is not on.
There is no light! ! ! !
"Go to hell, all of you." Sacco suddenly stopped shaking and straightened up again.
It was this time that all the composure in his front face was gone.
Left the top crazy, crazy and crazy.
His face with fine oil paint is like the devil’s face in the shadow.
"How about a … magic trick?" He croaked in the dark.
a moment
He has disappeared into the shadows.
Leave a trail of dust rising slowly.
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And in the summoner’s pub, there are many, many people approaching the unlit room.
There should be no less than 1000 to be continued.
Ps first Geng
Ma 2 nd Geng
Page three hundred and nine Brother
"Here he comes."
There is no light room
Joey sat in the dark with a glass of his own mixed wine and sniffed it gently at his nose.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that the overall situation was in control, and no one in this world could control his illusion and domineering.
This kind of thing he used to feel in Chen Senran, the man who was destined to go to the grave, and the terrible person who always lived in the darkness.
He has been trying to imitate this kind of thing.
But I never got what I wanted
Because he has been hiding behind the dark bar, no matter how hard he pretends to hold the wisdom beads, even though he has 1000 ways to make his face look mysterious and handsome behind the bar.
Everything can change the fact that he is behind the bar.
Like a rat hiding in a sewer hole
Can’t stand on the table
He hates this feeling.
He swore an oath many years ago when he first set foot in this mainland city from voodoo.
He should stop following others, and he should stop hiding behind the scenes.
He wants to get ahead.
I am better than many people.
what
Can’t I stand up?
He was so bad that he couldn’t help biting the cup that had been put on his lips.
He hurriedly thinks in his mind and says to himself, calm down.
Tolerance tolerance
It’s almost won.
The winner is himself.
Keep the winner’s attitude
I often have to brush up on things after that.
He thought of his face like this and smiled inscrutable, so he didn’t rush to drink wine.
He shook the cup again.
Waiting for the expected prey
"Why don’t you talk?" He waited for a while and couldn’t help talking.
Because he is so proud, he needs someone to share with him.
"What is there to say?" The girl sitting opposite him in the dark, quiet as a white orchid, said flatly, without any emotion.