The Endless Shuttle

A young black-haired young man wearing casual clothes and carrying a large bag walked down from the bridge, and followed the railings to see the people in the black limousine who had been "zippered" that month.

"Oh? That Yuechan actually used "steel chain fingers"... Does this mean that these guys are enemies? "Lopey asked with a smile.

"...I can't tell."

Nangong said slightly tired that month.

"It's just some idiots who are bound by human horizons and status, trying to intervene in the field they shouldn't intervene. The matter has been resolved, let's go..."

"That's it."

Rope didn't plan to delve into it.

These guys who seem to be passersby couldn't raise any interest in him at all.

"Aurora fell in love with a dress of the same style as yours. I am considering what color to buy for her..."

"Golden, golden! Just as shiny as my beautiful long hair!"

"So that color is too vulgar, it doesn't suit you at all. I personally prefer pure white."

"But I don't want to wear the same color as Sister Nayue..."

The original episode should end here.

Nangong also hoped that month.

But never underestimate human stupidity.

Those who have been at the top for a long time can't stand being suddenly knocked down from the top of the cloud-even if they have never stood on the top of the cloud.

The middle-aged man shouted to Nangong Nayue just like trying to save face.

"That month of Nangong! MAR Group will not give up the "Yebo of Flames". This is the decision of the board of directors. You will regret the choice you made today! "

If people die, they will die.

Nangong sighed silently that month, and then closed his eyes.

Sure enough, the action of the black-haired youth stopped.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man next to the car under the bridge.

In the next moment, as if a segment of the movie had been deleted, Ropey appeared next to the car at some point, picking up the ranting man with one hand.

"Well!"

"Did you really say it just now?" The name "Yebo of Flame Light". "

Luo Pei was flat, like watching an ant about to be crushed to death, watching the middle-aged man.

"There is also the "MAR Group", is this the power behind you as a scumbag? Are you going to take the status of the elector from me? "

An inexplicable sense of fear filled the body.

The male's teeth trembled and replied involuntarily.

"Yes, it is."

-Bang.

Luo Pei let go, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, very good, stupid behavior of excellent standards. It just happened that I was impatient to wait. The true ancestors were very calm, and there was no sign of sending the body before me... You are the first to start "flame light" The fight for "Banquet" can be regarded as a kind of consolation. Well, although it is a bit weak as the first target to be wiped out, the MAR Group, a multinational magic company... It seems very interesting. "

"You are…"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, Rope kicked his head to pieces.

Just like a ripe watermelon.

Blood, brain pulp, and fragments of the skull splashed and stained the roads on the street.

One of the directors of the world-class chaebol who was stationed on the God Island, just died on the side of the commercial street. His death was worthless.

Strangely, there was no human screaming around.

The passers-by in the commercial street had already "turned a blind eye" to everything that happened here under Rope's extensive hints.

-The devil hates an environment that is too noisy.

Nangong watched the Demon God's understatement of cleaning up the "garbage" that month, and her heart was calm, even she was surprised.

Maybe this is what the so-called position determines opinion.

She is now the contractor and favored girl of the Demon God, so naturally she has to stand in the position of Rope and think about the problem.

The enemy has already expressed the idea of ​​intervening in the "Banquet of Flames". Although this is a bit extreme in Goth's eyes, rational thinking is undoubtedly the right approach.

"Am I also beginning to break...or is there some inhuman cognitive concepts flowing from the "contract"..."

She covered her head and muttered, and at the same time turned around and took Orola's hand.

"Come on, Orola, let's go home."

"…Um."

Orola stared at Rope nervously, until the black-haired young man turned her head and showed her an "OK" gesture and the gentle smile on her face, that she was relieved.

She is cowardly and timid, and she doesn't like the death of unrelated people, but she has not yet returned her mercy to the "enemy" in vain.

Aurora had already given all her right and wrong views to the demon **** who awakened her and bestowed her true self.

This is unreserved trust.

…

Eastern Europe, Dominion of Nile Pusi.

In the gloomy castle, there is a man standing there.

Balthasar Zahariyas, an arms dealer called the "Merchant of the Dead" by the outside world, is also the current Speaker of the Nilepusi Provisional Self-Government Government. It was he who provided weapons to the Hungarian ghosts that allowed the Hungarian ghosts to break through and occupy the aristocratic territory in the domain of the King of War.

In front of him, several existences with the same appearance as Orola were sleeping.

Although they look the same, these bodies lack the most critical "individual" taste of Aura.