"Oh, look at another sad man?" A light voice floated from afar with the blowing of the sea breeze.

Dismusk turned his head angrily as the source of the sound, clearly saw the person coming, and couldn't help but breathe lightly.

The slender and symmetrical figure and a slender and healthy figure are casually located on the eaves of the roof. A long leg falls down, and the long arms around the knees like lotus roots are looking around. Every move, every cluster and smile is filled with inexplicable palpitations; and the light green waist-length is blowing by the sea breeze, which shows the charm and elegance of an ancient beauty.

As the eyes moved gently, I saw a pair of clear and bright pupils. The lake blue eyes were captivating the soul, and the curved eyelashes trembled slightly, rippling in everyone's heart. At the corner of my eyes, a tear-drop mole of a beauty was moving, waving in the heartstrings, and its brilliance flashed with its brilliance, making people lose it inadvertently. The purple-light lips were as beautiful as rose petals. This person was deeply favored by the goddess of harvest and love, and had a look of competing with the sun and the moon. His beauty even reflected a kind of demon and a charm.

"What a... What a beautiful woman, I don't know what words can use to modify your beauty!" The shocked Dismusk praised others incoherently. He felt that this was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Maybe at that moment, he forgot his love, Alice Fell.

The beauty sat around her knees, listening to Dismusk's praise, her brows frowned slightly, and her face turned cold, which made Dismusk's mind shake. Then the beauty snorted lightly, and silently took out a bright red and hot rose from her right hand and knee.

Looking at the unrestrained red rose like fire and dripping like blood, Dismusk couldn't help but feel rippling. Is this the beginning of asking for love, is this the prelude to falling in love? Well, thank the God of Love Aphrodite for his favor, thank God, thank the Virgin Mary...

Before Dismusk could thank the Perfect Gods and Buddhas in his heart, the red light fog brought by the fiery red roses rushes into his face, and the sound of harshness breaks through the air, breaking Dismusk's childish fantasy.

Because the rose is extremely fast, the pink gas it emits is left behind by the long tail, with a very beautiful, charming and charming.

Dismusk, who was addicted to the other party's charm, was awakened by the movements in front of him. He was shocked at the flying rose. Looking at the mist brought by the fiery red rose, Dismusk would not simply think that this was just a way of courtship. With his right hand trembled, a pale blue gas instantly stuck to the entire palm. This pale blue color seemed more powerful than the light blue light gathered on his fingers before, and the density of the dead air was a little denser. It seemed that this three-month mafia rectification, Dismusk really made a lot of efforts. How many people died to gain such a dense dead air.

With a wave of his big hand, his five fingers opened, and the blue gas flourished for a moment, overflowing the fragrance of the fiery red rose fan near him, and the petals flew around, causing waves of red fog, which was really like a harsh hand to destroy the flowers.

Just as Dismusk swung his palm, the corner of his eyes saw the beauty on the roof rising up in the air and staring at Dismusk for the moment he stayed in the air. As Dismusk slapped out a rose with his palm, the beauty stuck in the air had reached the highest point of rising. She twisted her waist, tucked her legs, and with a rotating airflow, she went high and made a thunderous blow to the ground.

Dismusk smiled bitterly at this moment. It was really bad for those who came, and the good ones would not come. With such skillful combat skills and such high combat intelligence, every step and every moment, he was fighting, and was full of charm and confusing people's hearts. As soon as the rose came out, he took the lead and was condescending. With a thunder attack, he was really relaxed and relaxed, a powerful and terrifying opponent.

Facing the foot flying down in the air, Dismusk slammed forward regardless of his image. At that moment, one of the slippers on his feet flew away due to the hasty movements. And just as Dismusk rolled forward with his hands, he stood upside down and looked at the beautiful woman's graceful figure. A bright red rose suddenly appeared between his white and slender fingers. This was the rhythm of taking advantage of your illness and killing you. The rose sniffed gently in front of his nose, and the corner of the beauty's mouth inadvertently raised a curve, and he turned to Dismusk again.

Dismusk, who was still supporting his hands and trying to complete the rolling forward, felt even more cold in his heart. This was really a master's fight. He would not make any mistakes for a moment, and he would be in danger of his life if he lost it. Dismusk knew clearly that the moment he turned over, the red rose would come first, and did not think about the opponent's next blow. He passed the level in front of him first, and then he had to turn defense into offense. It is important to know that long-term defense will lead to failure. In order to win the opportunity, Dismusk took the risk, competed with both hands, and forcibly flipped over with his body, which was a little faster than normal rolling over. His hands rose blue, and he flew out two punches at the fiery red rose that was coming towards him.

In the mist, Dismusk groaned, the rose fell to the ground, and the petals scattered. The beauty in front of him did not take advantage of the victory this time, but gave Dismusk a room for breath. However, although the flying flower was beaten down, the more than ten centimeters of flower branches were tied on the back of his hand. He was alert to the beauty not far away. Dismusk did not dare to take it lightly this time, and gently pulled out the flower branches with his other hand.

"The flowers have thorns, the roses are poisonous... What a fierce way of courting." Looking down at the red patch on the back of his hand, Dismusk said unforgivable.

"Hmph..." The beauty snorted softly, "You're just now showing that the fog is poisonous and you've absorbed it, but don't worry, you can't die!"

"Who are you?" Dismusk yelled, and with one hand, the blue gas instantly swallowed the blush on the back of his hand. After a moment, the back of his hand recovered as before, and said disdainfully, "What's this little poison!"

Just as Dismusk used the blue gas to drive away the toxins, the beauty not far away looked at the blue ball in Dismusk's hands. She did not answer Dismusk's first question, but asked with some confusion.

"That's...dead breath?"

"To be precise, it is corpse qi, it is corpse qi!" Listening to the beauty's question, Dismusk was stunned. This guy was fighting and stopping. He was chasing aggressively just now, but now he was chatting softly, not careless, not careless...

"Uh..." The beauty said with a gentle heart, and after watching the entire mass of Canglan disappear, she said, "My name is Abrody Gustav, from the Holy Land."

"Well!~" Dismusk was stunned by his whole face. The vigilance that had just aroused in his heart was also stagnant. Looking at the beauty, Dismusk couldn't help but be amazed. He was so young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, comparable to himself, but he had such high strength. Thinking of his ten years of hard training, and his master's guidance, he actually fought so embarrassedly. The land of the holy land is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and it should not be underestimated.

"And I am a pure man!" Seeing Dismusk constantly looking at his appearance, Abrodid couldn't help but frowned and said in a gentle tone.

"Oh! ~ Wow!" Dismusk was shocked by Ray. When he looked at Abrody's abrupt phenomenon, he hurriedly said, "I'm very sorry, I thought you were a beautiful woman, um, I mean you are a beautiful man, yes, that's it. My name is Dismusk Von Heinstein. I'm very happy to know you, Abrody...Mr. "

"Hmph...!" Abrodi snorted heavily to express his dissatisfaction. Abrodi looked at Dismusk who walked over and stretched out his right hand to shake hands with him. He just stretched out his right hand and patted forward with a little unfriendly. He looked at Dismusk who was a little embarrassed and said, "Don't you let your audience disperse? Let them see your embarrassment at this moment?"

Dismusk, who was still stretching his hands and was hung aside by someone, felt a little embarrassed when he heard Abrodi's words, and he felt that someone in the corridor looked over and looked at him. His clothes were dirty and he had one slipper. It was really a loss of his image and authority if he was seen by his subordinates.

"Haha..." Dismusk looked at his current appearance and couldn't help but laugh at himself. It really hurt the image of a master standing in the attic just now and looking down at the world's master. Then he shook his head, found his slippers, put them on his feet, and said, "Come on, friend of the Holy Land, Abrody, let me welcome you."

Walking forward with a swagger, Dismusk only remembered that he was the owner of this place. For guests from afar, they still came from the sanctuary. Of course, they had to entertain them well, and some conversations were inevitable.

Opening the iron door on the roof, the guards of the suits were filled with guns and live ammunition. Looking at Carmen in front of him, Dismusk smiled with relief and said, "It's all gone, Carmen, please inform the kitchen to prepare some rich food. I want to have lunch with friends from afar."

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The main living room is spacious and bright; outside the large glass window is the sea and sky scenery, with gold flashing lamps and red carpets hanging in the house, which makes it more noble. On both sides of the long wooden table by the window, one person sat on each side, sharpening his knife, grinning, looking at the sumptuous lunch that came up continuously. Dismusk glanced at the corner of his eyes, looking at the somewhat anxious local bun, and couldn't help but think that this guy came from the Holy Land and didn't eat all the way? Or the food in the Holy Land... In any case, Dismusk was dispersed by Abrody's stupidity due to the unhappiness on the roof.

"If you have wine next to you, just pour it yourself, don't be so restrictive." Dismusk took a plate of big red shrimps in front of him, put it on a napkin, a knife and fork, and said without raising his head. Only then did he feel the sense of superiority brought to him by wealth.

"Well, it's actually from 1988."

Abrody also brought a plate of cabbage, lobster salad to him, and did not treat himself as an outsider at all. He took a small bite without hesitation, his movements were quite ladylike, at least in Dismusk's remnants. He chewed a few times and felt that the taste was good. When he heard Dismusk's words, he picked up the red wine next to him, and wrote 1888 on the cover.

"Well, that was brewed by my grandmother when she was there, it was purely natural, and she used the grapes grown in this manor." Dismusk ate a big lobster and said while eating. Looking at Abrodid's decent movements and skillful words, Dismusk changed his contempt for Abrodid just now. Abrodid is not a simple person either...

"Well, it's very sweet and delicious. I didn't expect that after so long, the smell of wine was not swayed. It seems that the grandmother is also an outstanding winemaking expert." Abrodhi took a sip and his eyes lit up.

"Eat slowly, don't worry, don't you come from the Holy Land and have not eaten?" Looking at the two empty plates next to Abrody, Dismusk asked indirectly, and casually directed the topic to the Holy Land.

"Haha~~" Abrody glanced at Dismusk and said with a bright smile, "Are you going to ask about the serious matter?... By the way, I'm rushing here from the Holy Land."

"Hehe..." Dismusk took a sip of wine and said dryly, "What's so urgent?"

"There is no urgent matter. His Majesty the Pope sent an order to transfer you back to the Holy Land!" Abrodid held a plate of fried steak next to him, chewed it slowly and swallowed it slowly. After saying that, he licked his greasy lips with his red tongue, which was very tempting.
Chapter completed!