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Dr2617-02-23, pm11:16

Ice Blue City, Ruby Street, Earls House of Harland.

It was time to turn off the lights and rest, but the hall was brightly lit. This is very rare in Ruby Avenue under the imperial city. The nobles follow the ancient schedule. Whenever the bell of the chapel rings at ten o'clock in the evening, the whole block will be plunged into darkness.

The middle of the hall is filled with exquisite objects, brilliance flowing on the surface, boxes filled with jewels, gleaming ornaments, and simple and elegant handicrafts are all rare treasures, but at the moment they are piled on the ground as a small Mountain bag.

Women in black tight leather jackets stood everywhere. Under the small boat-shaped hat are cold eyes, blood-red lips, and a hot body.

"No, you can't do this..." "You are a crime." "You have violated the laws of the kingdom."

Under the high-heeled leather boots, the graceful ladies and ladies on weekdays, with the rain at the moment, are accusing the uninvited group of eagle dogs.

"Snapped!"

A crisp voice sounded, and five red marks appeared on the white face of the noble lady.

"Shut up, you bitch!"

The noble lady covered her face and looked at the woman who beat her in disbelief. She was always pampered and treated like such a rude and rude treatment, and she was beaten up.

"I'm fighting with you!"

"court death!"

Seeing her daughter being beaten, the lady lost her mind, grabbed her face with her hands, but was kicked on her chest.

The hard boots kicked on the fragile pile of meat, the whole person flew backwards, his back hit the wooden escalator heavily, rolled his eyes under the severe pain, and fainted.

"mom!"

The noble lady saw her mother being beaten and rushed towards her crying.

"Little bitch, I make you cry!"

The female officer grabbed the noble lady's golden curly hair, and the latter suddenly screamed in pain.

"stop!"

The wife and daughter were mistreated, and Earl Harland, who had been silent next to him, finally couldn't help but yelled at the female officer.

"Hehe, it seems you are not dumb."

The corner of the female officer's mouth evoked a cruel curve, and she kicked the noble lady's back, her pointed heel plunged deep into the flesh.

"what!"

The noble lady let out a high-pitched scream and fell to the ground, her buttocks in her hands, and she curled up desperately.

"It's useless, I can't stand the pain at all."

The female officer spoke contemptuously, and slowly raised the slender whip in her hand.

It was a horse whip, about seventy centimeters long, as thin as a wicker, excellent toughness, and a long whip with a concentrated focus. It was used to drive away animals.

"Dare you!" Count Harland roared, his eyes cracking, his forehead was blue, his fists clenched tightly.

The female officer glanced at him, her eyes full of mockery, snorted coldly, and drew her whip fiercely.

"call out!"

The whip slammed into the ribs of the noble lady with a sharp sound that broke through the air. The latter raised her hair and let out a high-pitched scream, and her skirt was instantly wet. Turning his eyes, he fell on his mother and fainted.

Count Harland's face was black and white, but he dared not make a move.

"Earl Harland, I urge you to cooperate."

A calm female voice sounded behind the female officer. The female officer stepped aside, and a plump woman came up.

The waist of the bee was fat and awkward, and as the footsteps fell, the whole body was trembling, and the person was breathing fast and the blood veins were unsteady.

The hot figure, coupled with the attractive face, is full of rich charm, like a ripe fruit, full and swelling, dripping water at any time.

Count Harland knew this woman, she was the number one running dog of the big bitch, the leader of the black prison interrogator, A Qiaomu.

This woman seemed to be upright, talking and kind, but her heart was more venomous than a snake and scorpion, and more cruel than a jackal. The people who fell into her hands were all tortured into a form of inhuman form, and they were not as good as dead.

"The world today is no longer the world of the past, but the world of the queen."

A Qiaomu said calmly.

"You dream!" Earl Harland couldn't help yelling, "you thieves, if it weren't for..."

Probably being aware of his own situation, Earl Harland stopped halfway through.

"What if it's not?" A Qiaomu asked with a curving corner of his mouth.

Count Harland turned away and was silent.

"It seems that you have refused to cooperate." A Qiaomu took out a small scroll from the plump gap and slowly opened it in front of Count Harland.

Count Harland glanced, his face turned pale, his fists clenched unconsciously, and his whole body trembled.

That was a censorship order issued by the Kingdom Council.

[Earl Harland was suspected of a felony treason, and ordered the Black Prison Tribunal to search his house and arrest him. His family members were also suspected of a felony treason. They were arrested and sent to the Black Prison for interrogation.]

"You, you are slander!" Count Harland cried out of control.

"Really? If it's slander, then please explain. Two months ago, you transferred a tax of 50 million yuan to an account in White Dragon City State. What happened?"

Count Harland was silent, A Qiaomu moved around him and said slowly, "Now, the benevolent queen is willing to give you a chance, a chance to make up for it..."

"Speaking of the mastermind behind the scenes, you are still the respected Earl of Harland."

Gently ran the finger across the earl’s shoulder, his blood-red lips exhaled like blue, “You can continue to enjoy a respectable position, live a decent life, live in a house on Ruby Street, and look at your gentle and lovely wife and daughter every day , And these valuable treasures..."

Earl Harland was lost in thought, his face was uncertain, gritted his teeth for a while, griefed for a while, sighed helplessly for a while, and struggled extremely.

"Think about your wife, think about your daughter." A Qiaomu's fingers slid along his shoulders, "I know a thousand ways to torture women. Those you can imagine, and those you can't imagine. If you can know what they look like in advance, it must not be acceptable to you. I assure you that death will be their biggest dream for the rest of their lives."

Looking at the fainted wife and daughter, and then at the treasures piled up in mountains, Count Harland closed his eyes.

After a long silence, he opened his eyes, exhaled heavily, and said in resignation, "Fourth Prince Joey Maran, he is the royal orthodoxy recognized by the royalist."

"Very good." A Qiaomu applauded softly, "You are the ninth person to tell the truth this month."

"What do you mean?" Earl Harland raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"I mean, you can go to death." A Qiaomu stared into the earl's eyes with a cold and merciless voice, "Do it yourself, or we can help you."

The queen does not need hypocritical loyalty, only fear from the soul.

Since standing on the wrong team from the beginning, staying is also a factor of instability. What's more, diehard loyalists like Earl Harland, in order to raise food for the remnants of the previous dynasty, even abandon their wives and daughters. Even if he is forced to bow his head now, he is not willing to be willing and may change his mind at any time.

It is better to kill the killer and eliminate the future troubles forever.

"Want me to catch it?" Earl Harland sneered, "You are really wishful thinking!"

After speaking, there was a sharp cry behind him, and an ice bird flew out from the crack in the space.

The wings flapped and the icy wind blew up. The water vapor in the air turned into a cone of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye and shot towards the intruder.

"Be careful of your daughter!"

A black prison interrogator grabbed the daughter of Earl Harland and stood in front of him. The ice cone is as sharp as a blade, and instantly cuts through the dress, bringing out a **** flower.

"I killed you!"

Earl Harland's eyes were red, and he didn't care about it, he just wanted to kill the enemy before him quickly.

A group of tall snow apes rushed out of the field, beating their thick chest muscles, let out a dull roar, and rushed to the surrounding black interrogators with their hands and feet.

"I can't help myself!"

A Qiaomu sipped fiercely, and the scimitar glowed red on his waist.

The dark shadow in the pupil dilated rapidly, reaching a height of three meters

The snow ape shook hands in a hammer shape and smashed it down fiercely.

The moment the wind blew, the soft waist twisted like a water snake, and the power was transmitted from the waist to the arms, and then to the wrists. The movements were as smooth as water. With a scream, a red sword light slashed across.

"Puff!"

The blade light hit the snow ape's chest, and a **** arrow soared out, wailing and threw himself to the ground.

"It's your turn."

A Qiaomu retracted the knife back and said lightly toward the outside of the house.

In the next second, the glass windows of the mansion shattered at the same time, and black shadows flew in in an arc, accurately hitting the snow apes everywhere in the hall.

"Noisy!"

The electric lights flickered, the snow ape wailed everywhere, and the burnt smell of fur instantly filled the hall.

"Dark Amazon!"

Count Harland looked desperate. It is the long-range troops of the Succubus Legion that project thunder and lightning spears from outside.

In front of the Yuling of the legendary powerhouse, he didn't have a chance.

At this moment, there was a loud shout outside the door, and then the door panel was shattered by Juli. Among the scattered sawdust, a tall and burly female soldier appeared at the door.

She holds a giant axe in both hands, her muscles are swollen and strong, and she is dressed in a three-point style. Her skin is shiny and shiny, **** and wild, full of violent aesthetics.

"Dark Valkyrie!"

Count Harland was desperate to the extreme.

I saw the burly woman twisting her neck and making a clattering sound from her muscles. Slightly raised his head, his eyes locked on the ice bird above, and then he burst into the air with a violent shout.

The ice bird made a high-pitched cry, flapped its wings, and countless ice cones shot at the giant axe female warrior.

The latter ignored its attack and fell facing the ice cone.

"Tear!"

The ice cone couldn't penetrate into the muscles, and it made bloodstains on the skin, shocking.

The vigorous body stretched to the limit, forming a crescent moon with the giant axe, which slashed straight down.

"Fuck!"

Feathers were flying, blood splattered, and the ice bird was abruptly split apart, turning into light spots and disappearing.

The Yuling army was annihilated, and Earl Harland completely lost his fighting spirit and knelt on the ground weakly.

A Qiaomu appeared behind the earl, grabbed his hair and wiped his neck with a knife.

Blood gushed out of his throat, and the count that had been so important disappeared in this way.

"Wow!"

A bucket of cold water woke up the earl's wife and daughter.

Looking at the silent corpse, the two mother goddesses were sluggish, like walking corpses.

"The chief interrogator, how to deal with them?" An interrogator whispered in Aqiao's ear.

"Deprive them of their identities through the court, and then sell them to Shin-Edo." A Qiaomu raised the noble lady's chin, and the cruelty of choosing people was hidden in the seemingly gentle smile. "In the appearance of the countess and the young lady, It should be able to sell a lot of money."

Miss Noble's lost eyes gradually returned to focus, and met the gaze of the interrogator. There is no wave in the ancient well, and he is extremely calm.

"Let me join you," she said.

"Are you crazy!" The noble lady was so shocked that she looked at her daughter incredulously, as if she was a stranger she had never seen before.

"I heard it wrong?" The smile on A Qiaomu's face gradually disappeared, replaced by cold and dangerous. "If I remember correctly, I personally executed your father a few minutes ago. "

She stretched her hand to her back and held the hilt of the knife, "Give me a reason to believe in you."

The noble lady did not answer, she walked to the earl's corpse on her own, slowly squatted down, stared for a long time, stretched out her hand, and smoothed the earl's eyes that could not be closed.

"He gave up on us for his faith..."

"Isn't this enough?" The noble lady looked at the chief interrogator, shedding tears.

The hand holding the hilt of the knife was released, and the chief interrogator turned and left.

"Give you one day to deal with the funeral, and then report to the black prison."