One hundred ways to kill at first sight

Age, it is a pot that is not properly maintained.You can contact your subordinates now and ask them to send two bottles of beauty potion. "

"Good idea," Amman said, "but I refuse."

16.

Dumbledore received news that there were signs of saints' activities near Nurmengard, but Gellert Grindelwald didn't seem to want to come out, he just asked them to bring some things from the Muggle world to kill them. They were all sent away.

It was an eventful time at this time, and the war was about to break out, and the old principal was already too busy to take care of himself.Grindelwald's actions made him vigilant, but this generation of Dark Lord has been silent since then, and he has not seen each other for so many years, and he is not sure what this former lover is thinking now.

But I don't know that the core inside has already been replaced.

The translucent system is floating, this is its No. 11 visit to Nurmengard with nothing to do.Its current host sat cross-legged on the ground with an old orange-skinned face and a very heavy book on his lap.

"Boss, when are we going out to do something?"

Amman looked up, very puzzled: "Why should I go out to do something?"

Haven't you been messing around!The system thinks.

Amman lowered his head again: "I've changed my mind and started a new life. I voluntarily sacrificed myself for my lover and confined myself to a square inch."

If you agree to leave the character design, you will leave the character design. The Amman boss never breaks his promise.

The system lazily left Nurmengard.The world is so big, it wants to see it.

Amman watched the system leave, then took out the mobile phone that the Saints had brought to her last time, and threw it up and down twice.

"Dumbledore, don't disappoint me," she murmured, "I know nothing about teaching."

It took Amman half a year to use the knowledge and various things from the Muggle books brought to him by the saints to transform his room in Nurmengard so that it could be directly used as a real-life set of Death, and he was in charge of contacting him The saint he was shopping for looked at him from bewilderment at the beginning to excitement and enthusiasm now.

Amman guessed that the young man must be thinking in her heart that she was preparing some kind of grand conspiracy to rule the world, and the first step she made—testing Albus Dumbledore's bottom line was obviously successful.And now that Dumbledore is dead, no one can stop their saintly master from dominating the world!What kind of savior Voldemort, even a stumbling stone in front of them is not even a stone, it's all biscuit crumbs!

Amman looked at the young man who was waiting for her to give orders with the eyes of a fool for a while, and had no desire to explain to him.

The real villain only explains the plan to his opponent!

"Is there anything else? Report it together." The Great Demon King of Amman urged, she was going to bed very late, and the old man couldn't stay up all night.

"Grigovich is missing, Lord." Her loyal subordinate half-kneeled on the ground, and the nervous expression of a lunatic just now turned into solemnity and disdain, "We suspect that the forces in the UK took him away. .”

After all, he was afraid of Voldemort's personal strength, so he spoke very cryptically and didn't call him by his name directly.

"There is no need to doubt." It seems that this subordinate is not stupid enough, and Amman is a little bit satisfied. "Except for the famous YouKnowWho, no one is so obsessed with the Elder Wand."

Her tone was very sarcastic: "It seems that Nurmengard will welcome an unexpected guest soon."

17.

Voldemort came to Nurmengard the next night.He had just disapparated into the prison where the previous Dark Lord was imprisoned, when he saw the centenarian sitting on the bed looking at him, and there was a wooden chair in front of him.

"The conditions are poor." She made a "please" gesture, but Voldemort didn't appreciate it at all. "Hand over the Elder Wand."

He approached step by step, but Amman didn't move like a mountain: "Sometimes I really wonder why they call you 'Dark Lord', you are obviously not ready yet."

"What are you talking about!" Voldemort was easily irritated by her. He stepped forward in three steps and took her by the collar with one hand to lift her from the bed. The wand in the other hand was aimed at her heart. I'm going to give her Cruciatus.Amman remained unmoved, and even laughed.

"I said, you're not ready yet."

"Drill—"

"Bang!" The speed of his incantation was obviously not faster than Amman's speed of drawing his gun and shooting his balls. After all, she had practiced it many times, whether it was the safety catch that had been pulled off a long time ago or the investigation of Voldemort's height ratio. The best proof.

"Dumbledore certainly didn't tell you that although I promised him not to use magic anymore, I have enough curiosity and receptivity to learn Muggle weapons, and my influence happens to help me get them." She bent down to pick up the wand on the ground and broke it off, but Voldemort was already speechless in pain, "I didn't expect that although you grew up in Muggle society, you knew little about these things, my senior I count on you."

She sighed: "It seems that the other preparations are unnecessary. Although I don't want to dirty my house, I'm sorry, and I don't want to be killed." As she spoke, she shot Voldemort in the head again. .

If Voldemort were a Sherlock Holmes-style all-rounder, he might have discovered some dangerous details: the seemingly ordinary wooden chair back actually has hidden secrets, as long as the spring back is leaned on, poisonous needles will stick out, just like a sponge is pressed down. It looks like water will come out; there is a barbed dagger under the pillow, and only a handle is exposed at this time, but no one will deny that it is a good helper for stabbing kidneys and flesh; there is a bottle of Concentrated sulfuric acid, the lid can be opened with just a light flick, which is a magic tool for facing the face; the curtain beside the window flutters to reveal a fishing line, and the other end is tied with the fire ring of the grenade, and the grenade is resting on the curtain rod. Pull the fishing line, the grenade falls under the force, and naturally separates from the fire ring...Of course, this is the ultimate method, and Amman will not use this trick unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Spicy chicken." Amman pulled the safety catch.

Voldemort on the ground was completely chilled.Even if his soul survived again this time, he probably wouldn't come to provoke her.

18.

"I heard that Amman has joined the protagonist team this time?"

Another round of missions ended, and the systems got together lively and started the gossip mode.

"Yeah." Amman's system hasn't come back to life yet, and it was also shocked and stupid by this wave of operations.

"Then why did you come back so soon? Could it be that the boss himself is running out of time, just like the jigsaw?"

"No." Amman's system recalled the fear of being dominated by the mission report, "This time she went into battle first and killed the protagonist's old enemy."

"Isn't this very good and awesome?"

"Then called her subordinates to deal with the murder scene."

"Isn't this the normal process?"

"Then her subordinates felt that she was going to rule the world, and when she dealt with the scene, she opened the door to a new world, and acted as a scavenger, sweeping the protagonist's biscuit crumbs from the red carpet leading to the throne Go." The voice of the system sounded a little erratic, and it really didn't know where this dramatist saint got so many small theaters in his brain, "98k plus eight times mirror, one shot to the head, really, how did I do it back then?" Didn't you see that kid still has the potential to be a sniper? It's just an end and the mission is over, so I have to jump out and do something..."

The systems fell silent.

The protagonist's aura of immortality sounds tall and lofty, but this thing is not very effective against the "destined enemy" and "the biggest behind-the-scenes man". It can only be used against the little ones.To use a more vivid analogy, if the protagonist is a bundle of firewood, then the halo is the flame that ignites them, and the story is the person who warms the fire.In the early days, groups of moths (minions) rushing to the flame will only make the light brighter, but the flame will always be extinguished. At that time, the protagonists will be like burnt ashes, losing their original value. The story They are no longer needed - but losing value doesn't mean they're dead.They would live on as ashes, waiting for new firewood to gain the power to burn from their residual heat.

Bosses are higher level than minions.They are like the wind, which at first needs only a slight breeze to extinguish the flames, but when the flames are blazing, the wind is powerless.

This is something that the systems have tacitly understood, but Amman——

Amman is probably termites, sulfuric acid, torrential rain, hurricane and tsunami, causing the protagonist to lose the ability to burn from the beginning.

"No!" Amman's system clutched his throbbing heart, "Even if I am dead and nailed in a coffin, I will stay in the tomb and shout out with this decayed vocal cord, I will never admit defeat!"

"Who said the jigsaw just now! Thank you for reminding me, I have worked hard!"

The Emperor's Marriage of the Gods (Fog) Makes an Extra Story

1.

As a goddess who has been locked up in a small black house by her father for more than 1000 years, Anman said that the first thing she must do when she goes out is to wash her hair first, and no one will stop her!

The lineup of "villains" in this world is unexpectedly strong. The new goddess of death spent all 10 minutes reading the list and remembering it in her mind, and then spent about a whole day digesting the world view of this world.However, she was still struggling to flip through the information in her head, and Haim's Underworld opened an exit to the outside world.The goddess licked her long black curly hair that was so oily that she could go cooking. She originally thought about changing a hat and putting it on her head to cover up the meaning a little bit. Then she thought of the true queen character of the original goddess, so she gave up. this tempting idea.

she hums in her heart