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In the vast night meeting executive hall, a boy with green hair and elegant like a nobleman is like a deacon. A man with white silver hair is sitting and standing at the top of the round table, releasing an unignorable sense of existence...

The sound of the door of the hall being pushed open echoed clearly in the vast space, but the young man seemed to hear nothing, still holding a teacup and drinking it sipped. Only the deacon-like man turned his head and shot his sharp eyes to the direction of the door.

If the sharp eyes cast by the man like that deacon meet the eyes, I believe that anyone can notice that the other party is not simple.

Because, there was a faint smell of blood on the man.

People with keen feelings can basically detect it.

This is a real and killing existence!

Moreover, in addition to the smell of blood, there is also a strong sense of oppression from the other party, which tells others that this person is not only capable of killing people, but also the means of killing people are definitely the strong one!

However, people who really feel keen should also be able to sense it. There is also a feeling of incompatibility hidden under the smell of blood and oppression, which makes people feel extremely inconsistent.

The feeling of being out of place was like the other party was a wolf in sheepskin!

Compared with the deacon who gave people a lot of dissonance, the boy who was sitting at the top of the round table and was elegantly enjoying black tea looked like an ordinary person.

Of course, it just looks...

"my?disti (my VIP)!" As if satisfied, the teacup in the hands of the noble-like elegant young man slowly stood up and turned around. Facing the door, a sly smile appeared on his face.

“wely?palace (Welcome to my palace)!”

Palace?...

Does this person regard the meeting hall of the Night Meeting Executive Department as his own palace?

I really don't know if it's arrogance or confidence...

He curled his lips and Wu Yan took Icarus and Astraya up, and walked into the meeting hall of the Night Meeting Executive Office.

Stepping on the luxurious carpet, the footsteps could not be heard at all.

The boy looked at the approaching Wu Yan and the two angel girls. The cunning smile on his face became stronger and stronger, and it was almost malicious. Wu Yan felt a little nauseous when he looked at that smile, so he stopped approaching and stopped five meters away from the boy, facing the eyes of the smiling boy.

"I don't like to beat around the bush..."

The first sentence started to confront each other!

This quickly condensed the murderous intent of the man standing behind the boy's back. He moved a few steps slightly, leaving no obstacles between himself and Wushu.

Obviously, this man had the idea of ​​rushing forward!

"Really, you can't be rude to my VIP..." The opening remark was treated so impolitely, but the young man spoke in a happy tone and said in an act.

"However, I am not averse to roundabout things. At least, please give me the time to introduce myself to my noble "scarlet?eyes"?..."

"The Minister of the Night Meeting Executive Department, the tenth place in the 'Thirteen (meat nds)' - Cedric Granville!" Wu Yan looked at the body of at least one year, and said as if he could see through everything.

"Let's just treat you as this person..."

"Treat me as this person?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and the sly smile on his face suddenly became unfathomable.

"This statement is interesting. It seems that you are not simpler than I thought!"

"Well..." The boy smiled exaggeratedly and looked at Icarus and Astraya who was following the speechlessness. There was a light of curiosity and fun in his eyes.

"You can carry five high-performance 'automatic figures' with you, and suppress 'marshal'. Defeat Felix, even Bronson, who had almost won the throne of 'demon', was sent to prison by you. Your notion is known to everyone."

"The only thing that everyone knows about is the first half. Basically no one knows about Bronson's defeat in my hands. The Minister of the Yehui Executive Department..." Wu Yan spread his hands.

"Why is it not true that you can know this proves that you are also with each other?"

"To use your statement, let's do it like this..." The boy smiled indifferently, but his eyes remained on Icarus and Astraya, and spoke in admiration.

"You have a very beautiful 'automaton'..."

"What then?..." Wuyan glanced at the boy.

"You came to me, wouldn't you just want to see my 'automatoton'?..."

"No, no, no, it's just a little bit of emotion..." The boy waved his hand and showed an expression as pure as an angel. The words he said were chilling.

"After all, one of my few interests is to destroy those beautiful things!"

"It's quite a good interest!" Wu Yan smiled knowingly.

"I will decide whether I will slaughter you later depending on the situation!"

"Peng..."

After the words came, standing next to the boy, a man like a deacon stepped on the ground and rushed out.

The wave of magic flashed across the man's body. The man obviously used some magic tricks, which made his body flash and disappear in the moment of rushing out.

No!

It's not really gone!

Instead, the man's speed, without using a little sprint, instantly increased to a level that the naked eye could not capture. In the blink of an eye, he came to Wuyan, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Wuyan's neck.

During the whole process, I didn't even move for a moment, and the man in the deacon was successfully pinched into my hands.

The man, who was named Zhen, tightened the neck that seemed to be broken in his hand, exposed a pair of murderous eyes hidden under tinted glasses.

"Although you are the young master's VIP, can you please put your mouth cleaner?" Zhen showed a smileless expression.

"The deacons of the Granville family are indeed very good, but they are not perfect. If you want to mention one shortcoming, you will be a little reluctant to listen to your master being ill-telled..."

Hearing this, he smiled silently, as if he was watching the clown performing, full of irony, and he was not worried that his neck would be broken, which made Zhen's murderous eyes cold.

Just when it seemed like he was going to teach something, the boy's slow voice came into his ears.

"Stop it...really..."

"For rude people, as a deacon, it is necessary to stand up for their master!" Zhen answered without looking back while pinching Wuyan's neck while tightly tying his hand.

"So, even if it's the Young Master's order, please let me delay it and then execute it!"

"Well, I don't mind..." The boy's reproachful words echoed in the air with undetectable dissatisfaction.

"But, I hope you can pay more attention to my life safety than to stand up for me..."

I was really stunned for a moment, then my face changed completely, I turned my head suddenly, and looked in the direction of the boy.

The boy is still standing in his original position.

However, at this moment, he was raising his hands high and making a surrender, with a laughing expression on his face, shrugging his shoulders.

Behind the boy, a girl with pure white wings stood there, holding a laser lightsaber in her hand and placing it on the boy's neck.

Of course, it is Astraya!

"————!" Zhen was shocked, turned his head hard and looked behind Wuyan.

I saw that the two angel-like girls were supposed to be standing, and at some point, the one with long golden hair and pure white wings disappeared.

The only thing left was the girl who stared at Zhen with a pair of illusory boxes, with a heart-wrenching crimson eyes, and had pink wings and pink hair.

Looking at the extremely cold and crimson eyes, my scalp was a little numb.

He had a feeling.
Chapter completed!