76-month dark wind high killing night

At midnight, it should have been a quiet resting moment, but the bustling commercial street outside the Royal Palace of Locke is still decorated with lights like daylight. In front of the doors of the red and willow-green wind and moon clubs, there are even more people coming and going.

Those passers-by who are gorgeously dressed or drunk or wake up with a smile will always reach out their hands intentionally or unintentionally from the enchanting maids standing on both sides and get some benefits at hand.

Although they met salted pigs, the enchanting maids standing in front of the door did not dare to resist, and even dared not show their angry faces. For them, these people were all food and clothing parents, and some of the enchanting maids who were used to being oiled still laughed freely and responded.

Mo Fan walked slowly and slowly on this bustling street. The rotten actions of passers-by did not attract his excessive attention.

Of course, Mo Fan's purpose of this trip is not to go shopping in the kiln. The reason why he appeared in this depraved commercial street is because of the ten spiritual mage who had appeared in the gobler ceremony hall.

After appeasing the crying little girl, and scolding the overly fast-paced gobion king Bunker, and disposing of the man in black, Mo Fan walked out of the ghost courtyard and quickly found this prosperous commercial street according to the soul mark left before.

According to the soul marker, the ten spiritual mages who had appeared during the day are now gathering in one place. And the final gathering place of their trip is the largest ecstasy cave in Rock City.

Looking at the gorgeously decorated and magnificent dark night infatuation club, Mo Fan stopped thoughtfully, while Jon in soul form was unhappy and hurriedly urged with an impatient face, "The best tonic you can get is right in front of your boy. What are you doing?"

"It doesn't hurt to stand and talk!" Mo Fan glanced coldly at Jon: "Don't you really find anything wrong inside?"

"What's wrong? Isn't it just a few more prey? As long as you finish them all in a while, after sunrise tomorrow, we will have a great supreme master!" Jon said disdainfully. With these shrimp-like characters in the clubhouse, this is really out of his eyes.

"You old man who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic is not afraid that I can get in and out!"

In fact, Mo Fan also knows in his heart that as long as Jon said, as long as he can spend tonight safely and drain the precious souls of those guys, even if he meets Cruise, the strongest spiritual mage tomorrow, he will be fearless.

After listening to Mo Fan's words, Jon's big face couldn't help showing an obscene smile, patted his chest confidently and promised, "What are you afraid of with me? Although you go in and deal with them, I can guarantee that your aunt will not find you!"

"I'll wipe it! Isn't that my aunt?" Mo Fan pouted and stopped talking nonsense, and then strode towards the gate of the clubhouse.

"Don't argue, I don't know you yet! Mother and daughter flying is the king!" Jon still smiled obscenely and showed a look that I understood you, but was directly ignored by someone.

Mo Fan stepped into the night love club as if no one was around, and ignored the guidance of the good-formed maids standing in front of the door, and ran straight to the destination, the third box on the left side of the second-floor small attic.

"Cut! What are you pretending to be! I don't want to look at what I'm doing, and I'm too lazy to talk to you!" The contempt of the maid who was ignored by Mo Fan was obviously confused by someone's torn jeans.

Mo Fan naturally can't hear the contempt of the maid. Even if he hears it, he won't explain it, let alone pay attention to her. Now all his soul perceptions are concentrated on more than a dozen spiritual mages in the small attic box.

When Mo Fan climbed the small attic on the second floor, everything in the small compartment was also explored. A total of 12 spiritual magicians with third-level cultivation and ten ordinary people without any cultivation.

After figuring out the situation inside, Mo Fan no longer hesitated to push open the door of the box and walked in naturally.

The small room of about 50 or 60 square meters was not too big. Mo Fan suddenly appeared and took the precious fragrant wood gate, which immediately attracted the attention of the guys who were busy hugging and hugging the maids.

Close to the door, the tall man in expensive clothes pushed away the woman in his arms, pointed to Mo Fan in ragged clothes with an unhappy face, and roared rudely: "Where did you get out of here? Get out of here quickly? If it spoils my interest, be careful to let you cross the street!"

"Real?" Mo Fan couldn't help twisting the corners of his mouth, and his evil smile appeared again. Without nonsense, he stretched out his hands directly and twisted off the tall man's head.

The tall man who instantly became a headless corpse, the body that lost its head twisted irregularly, and the broken neck was more like a fountain, spewing out the bright red blood that smelled of blood and made the golden carpet dirty.

The maid, who had just been pushed away by a tall man, was drenched with scarlet blood. She collapsed on the leather seat and couldn't help shaking all over. Her frightened eyes stared at Mo Fan, who suddenly rose up, and her trembling little hands covered her mouth tightly, trying not to let herself from herself. There was a scream of fear.

The maid's approach was obviously correct, because he understood the meaning in Mo Fan's cold eyes, "If you don't want to die, shut up obediently." And those spiritual mages of their dead companions showed another side.

Those guys in the box who were busy playing with the maids around him were stunned by the bloody scene suddenly made by Mo Fan, staring at someone who was holding his companion's head and standing motionless in the pool of blood with an evil smile on his face.

"Cappuccino..." It was just an instant, and the remaining 11 slightly drunken spiritual mage suddenly woke up. While shouting the names of their companions, they also pushed away the maids around them one after another, angrily issued various spiritual spells, and launched a counterattack against Mo Fan.

"Tble! Smash it! Soul pressure..."

Under the call of the spiritual mage, Eleven milky soul light balls representing spiritual power rushed to Mo Fan aggressively.

It's just a pity that the counterattack carried out by these poor people whose average spiritual cultivation is in the early stage of the third level does not have much effect, and it has no effect on Mo Fan at the peak state of the third level of necromancer magic.

Seeing such a scene, a group of spiritual mages suddenly collapsed, and they realized that the man in front of him was not even as good as a beggar. He was really a cruel character, and the speed of attack was getting faster and faster, but it was still futile.

Mo Fan, who is unharmed, is naturally not a bully, and it is even more impossible to stand still and let these poor people practice as targets. Just as a group of spiritual mages wondered where they had offended such a person, Mo Fan did not intend to be polite.

"Now it's my turn! Then go to hell for me all!" Mo Fan, who still had an evil smile on his face, moved fast to the extreme, rushing forward like a shadow.

Every time Mo Fan's powerful arms waved like a death sickle, a bloody head was taken alive and removed from the body of the spiritual mage, as easy as extracting a bag, and there was also a headless body on the golden stall.

In a moment, under Mo Fan's bloody and cruel violence, this magnificent small room suddenly became a living and bloody hell on earth. Twelve headless bodies fell across the pool of blood, and the nerves that had not completely died still manipulated the body and trembled slightly.

Those maids with exposed clothes and covered with blood, after witnessing all this, only felt that their legs were soft and collapsed involuntarily. What's more, they were so scared that they peed their trousers on the spot and couldn't help spitting: "Wow..."

It's just that the ten people present were trembling with fear of the bloody scene, as well as those club girls who were used to vomiting and vomiting, all covered their mouths tightly and did not dare to shout. Although Mo Fan did not do anything against them, everyone present was indeed scared by this cruel method of cruel determination.

"Very good! Close your eyes and don't open them without my permission!" Mo Fan, who was stained with scarlet blood and looked ferocious, nodded with satisfaction, and then raised his head: "Now work hard as usual. If I find anyone who refuses to work hard, then the end of these people will be yours."

After listening to Mo Fan's words, he looked at the bloodless, pale head and the eyes in his hand. The maids were first stunned and then hurriedly nodded their heads. At the same time, they also pulled their voices and moaned again and again: "Ah... um... oh..."

Whrevive or not depends on your own creation. This is the real idea in the hearts of these maids who began to scream from the bottom of their hearts, so the moan from the heart in the box became louder and louder: "Strive... You are so great... Oh... Ya butterfly!"

Listening to the female | actresses from the bottom of their hearts, and with a loud, fanciful ** shouts, the old man Jon with an obscene smile in his soul form couldn't help squeaking his lips and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a bad taste! I can't see that you are still a little virgin at all!"

"Don't talk nonsense, honestly protect me! If something really happens, I will drag you to hell together!" Mo Fan's face was pale, ignored Jon's depression, and immediately began to extract the souls of those spiritual mages who had just been killed by him.

"What a puzzled boy."

Seeing Mo Fan's emerald light, he obviously entered the state. Jon, an unhappy old man, also shook his head helplessly. With a gentle wave of his hand, a light curtain of light blue quietly unfolded, covering Mo Fan and the whole bloody box.

After doing these, Jon, who was in a soul state, lay on a woman with a pleasant face and enjoyed the pleasant gasp. If it weren't for the state of soul, maybe this old man who is not respected would definitely rush to do a big job!