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Chapter 128: Taming a Great Demon King (23)
The blade reflected a cold light, which was reflected in Si Tu's struggling pupils.
Is she really going to kill him?
"Master, why haven't you started?"
Sasm opened his dark eyes and stroked her cool cheeks with his fingertips.
That appearance, like a god of compassion and compassion, quietly watching its believers.
The dagger in Si Tu's hand was almost unsteady, and his voice trembled faintly.
"That bowl of soup"
βThe soup was delicious, as good as when I had my first meal here.β
Si Tu was stunned, and then he remembered that the first night he came here was also cabbage seafood white soup.
She didn't even notice.
The fingertips traced her red lips, and Sasm's expression was extremely serious, as if he hadn't seen the dagger hanging on his chest.
"So you didn't fall asleep at all just now."
To kiss her is to deceive her!
"Master wants to kill me, of course I will try my best to satisfy you."
Acting with her, just to see if the dagger will end up in his chest.
Unfortunately, he probably lost.
Through Stuart's violet eyes, he didn't notice any emotions, not even fluctuations.
She is the hardest-hearted person in the world.
Drop, the villain's blackening value has risen by 20 points
Please make an early decision
Whether it is to kill or not to kill, the blackening value of the villain tends to be a dangerous value.
"why?"
Why not choose to leave, or question her out loud?
Si Tu's body is almost stiff. She has killed countless demons, but she has never touched the life of an innocent person in her hands.
And Sasm during this time period did not become the bloodthirsty great devil in the future.
He had a chance to grow up better, but she didn't give him this chance.
So, did she do something wrong?
But before Si Tu could react, the whole person was crushed under the body by the sudden explosion of Sasm.
The dagger in his hand also sank into his chest a little, and the faint smell of blood permeated the air.
"Are you crazy?"
It was the first time she had seen such a lifeless person.
"I've been crazy since I met you. Anyway, you saved my life. Take it back if you want."
With the last sentence, Sasm sneered in a low voice as if he was using all his strength.
thought he was also someone who could be favored by the God of Light, but unfortunately, the abyss was always with him.
Maybe fate.
He was born ominous and should have been rejected by the world, even his mother would choose to abandon him for his brother.
So there is nothing in this world that cannot be given up.
But before that, he still wanted to touch the only light in his life again.
Leaning over, Sasm looked mad, grabbing and plundering the sweetness that belonged to her only.
And the dagger also followed his movements, sending it deeply into his beating heart.
"spread"
Before Si Tu could react, she lost the priority.
This kiss is not tender and comfortable, but wildly plundering like a beast, with a paranoid morbidity.
vowed to drag her into hell together!
However, he was reluctant.
With the rapid flow of blood, Sasm's eyes blurred, but he still did not let go of her shackles.
To be able to die in her arms can be regarded as the grace of the God of Light.
The strong smell of blood rushed into Si Tu's nose, the light-colored sheets were stained red with blood, and his breathing gradually stopped.
Until the warm body starts to cool.
His neck rested on her shoulders, like a little beast looking for security everywhere.
Helpless and weak.
The blood on his chest gradually dried up, but Situ no longer had the courage to pull it out.
Perhaps, without even realizing it, her fingertips were shaking.
For the first time, there was a glint of guilt in those evasive eyes.
Unfortunately, it was all too late.
Thassom, dead.
He chose to dedicate his heart to her, loyal like a knight.
With a light kiss on his cheek, Situ said softly,
"Good night, my sweetheart."
The grievances between them were all resolved at this moment.
He killed her twice, and she killed him.
Reasonable but contradictory.
But the results have been settled, and the rest will only be irony.
Si Tu has already prepared his staff to deal with the murder that will happen tonight.
The coffin was carried away quietly, no one knew that a man named Sasm left this world tonight.
"Find a good cemetery for a good burial."
Throwing the bloody money bag to those people, Situ put on a black cloak and turned away stiffly.
Her hands were still stained with his blood, and she couldn't wipe them clean, as if the God of Light intended to punish her for her sins.
He is dead
The future Great Demon King is dead, and this plane should be over.
In theory, this is the case, but does not rule out another possibility
Situ's heart trembled, and he had a bad premonition.
The death of the villain does not mean the end of the apocalypse
The system's words are very euphemistic, it does not dare to stimulate its host anymore.
In other words, there will be a second Sasm standing up
Shi Tu sneered in a low voice.
Okay, I know what to do
In order to solve the collapse of the plane, at the root, it is still necessary to deal with the contradiction between the nobles and the poor.
And as the only heir to the Magritte family, she has the right and ability to break the checks and balances of the past century.
Therefore, in the next step, she must inherit the title as soon as possible.
In the dark night, a black figure quickly passed through the cemetery.
There was a lot of blood all around, and when Fer arrived at the place agreed with Sasm.
The neatly mutilated wreckage on the ground, coupled with the gusts of gloomy wind all around, sigh, it's a bit cold.
However, the way the master kills is not elegant at all.
It's a fallen angel, isn't it?
"Congratulations to the master for restoring his divine power."
Phil was on one knee, respectful.
"You are late."
It made him have to deal with these ants with his own hands.
Sasm took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his fingers, which were not stained with any blood at all, his black eyes were particularly dark.
The corners of Fer's mouth twitched slightly. Wasn't he wasted a bit of time looking for the remaining partners.
But as a qualified subordinate, Fair maintained manners and grace.
"What's the master's plan next?"
Throwing the veil casually, Sasm's mouth slowly evoked a bloodthirsty smile,
"Of course I'm going to find my good brother."
The dagger that glowed with strange light was extremely dim at the moment, as if seeing some terrifying devil, the light was restrained.
The things from the Hall of Light were naturally handled by Temple.
"Treat this place clean, I believe you will do a good job."
The smell of blood made him uncomfortable, and Thasm stepped out of the cemetery, leaving behind a reluctant Phil.
Dare to feel that his powerful subordinates under the throne of fallen angels have all been reduced to cemetery cleaners?
Sasm swept over with a knife: Do you have an opinion?
Phil: Weeping, howling, the Great Demon King is so terrifying.