Doom Knight System

As an intern reporter of "Movie Weekly", Harry arrived at the gate of the cinema early, feeling quite disappointed.Because on another street, his colleagues are eagerly preparing to interview the movie "The Lich King vs. Death Knight", which is adapted from the experience of a superpower in hell, and many of the plots are in the real world. Shot in hell.

Only an intern like him would come to this film company whose name he had never heard of. A few of the same intern reporters stood scattered across the street, chatting boredly.

Harry checked his watch, ready to enter the theater early, and to write a film review anyway to meet errands.

"Tom! I'm not mistaken!" An exclamation made Harry turn his head suddenly, and a scene he will never forget appeared.

I saw all kinds of luxury cars coming slowly in a neat line, the most famous one was the golden car of the superstar Tom.

Trembling, Harry began to take pictures non-stop, a surge of excitement welled up in his heart, and he said to himself, "I got rich this time, I really got rich this time!"

Journalists from magazines around the world are not fools. Big Bollywood stars and agents have attended the opening ceremony of a little-known movie one after another, and they know that there are many articles in it.

"Harry! I know you're at the scene, keep a good position, and when you come back, you'll be promoted and become an official reporter!"

Harry heard the roar of his fat editor, but at this moment his mood was full of joy and happiness, and he was really happy.

Tom looked at the deserted outside, and said dissatisfiedly to his agent: "Isn't it too cheap to come here? This is an insult to me!"

"Tom! If it can be exchanged for the favor of the Miranda family, what is your humiliation?" The manager said coldly.

"But that kid is just a mere inventor, maybe he has a bit of talent on the piano. Is there any use in cursing him?" Tom said enviously.

"Remember! He is still a silver knight with a complete soul, and with the support of the Miranda family, he has a bright future!" said the manager coldly.

More and more reporters rushed over. Although Tom was not photographed, the guests became more and more important, almost at the level of an award ceremony.The bustling crowd surrounded the entrance of the cinema, and the flashing lights almost turned evening into day.

"Look, it's the president of the Kennedy Chamber of Commerce, my God! Isn't today the movie premiere?"

"Master Ponrita is here too, look!"

"Chief of the Banner of the Knights Templar, what day is it today? Who can tell me?"... The audience has become numb.

Some of the important people who came were invited by Ponrita, and some were for the sake of the Miranda family. Behind Ponrita stood the Borgia family. The opening ceremony of this little movie became a place of struggle between the two big families.

The big star Tom was speechless. Surrounded by high-ranking, longing and unreachable big shots, he secretly touched his cold sweat. Fortunately, he didn't complain just now, and he was the first one to sign.

Because he was the first to arrive, his name was signed in the center, and because it was written in a large size, it was particularly obvious.

"Here we come! Master Lancelot is here!" As he exclaimed, a red jeep full of explosive momentum stopped outside the door.

This red jeep is the only one in the inner city, and it is still a test product of the Temple of Technology. Lancelow got it through his connections.

Lancelot got out of the car first, took a small half step forward, then turned sideways, raised his left arm, and extended an invitation to Monica.

It was the first time Monica appeared on such an occasion, and her calm heart was inevitably a little frightened. She took Lancelot's arm, as if hiding in a shelter from the wind.

This is Monica's first public appearance. Although Lancelot is the protagonist, her sexy and hot body and elegant face directly left a deep impression on everyone.

Lancelow declined the interview invitations of several large magazine reporters, and led Monica slowly out of the reporters' circle amidst countless flashes of light, and went up the VIP lounge along the stairs on the left.

This is a very large private room, and Monica looked extremely excited because of her excitement, her face was flushed.

This kind of occasion is like a false performance on the stage. No matter the truth or falsehood, everyone starts to communicate.

Lancelot couldn't be idle. After all, all the dignitaries present were here for his face, so he could only suppress the irritability in his heart, and greeted these old guys with a smile.

"Miss Roland and Miss Emma are here." The guard knight came to Lancelow cautiously and whispered.

These two names blew past like a gust of cold wind, making the faces of the originally enthusiastic dignitaries stiff and scattered in fear.

Just kidding, who doesn't know the origin of Mrs. Roland, maybe only the Templars have to deal with this kind of creature.

Known as the Black Widow, Roland resolutely defected to the Holy See after the Dark Council lost power, and became a member of the Inquisition in a disguised form, and this was more or less related to Lancelow, otherwise Houston would not have helped.

There are always stupid and fearless people in the world. Tom saw Emma wearing a purple evening dress with slits at a glance. Coupled with her beautiful face, all of these made Tom's heart flutter.

"Beautiful lady, I'm Tom, nice to meet you." Tom said coolly, tossing his hair.

Emma was in an extremely bad mood, and a lightning-like straight punch hit Tom's lower abdomen, and the latter fell unconscious on the ground instantly.

A few guard knights rushed up to resist this reckless stunned young man. The guards brought by Tom originally wanted to avenge their boss, but after facing more than a dozen knight swords, they fell silent helplessly.

"Lancelot, long time no see." Mrs. Roland pursed her lips and smiled.She was dressed sexier than Beckinsale, wearing a snow-white suspender gown, her white shoulders and half of her breasts were exposed.

Demon God Rose reshaped her body, making her measurements directly into the ideal golden ratio, and paying more attention to her upper circumference, like a heavy cantaloupe.

Monica tightened Lancelow's hand, feeling a little nervous in her heart, but she could feel that the two women in front of her had some unusual relationship with Lancelow.

As a soul singer, she cared more about Emma, ​​and the big man in the memory now clearly showed some jealous expressions, which couldn't help but surprise people.