Masked knight swordsman tower

"There are only seven of them, firepower suppresses them!" The mafia on one side is still telling dirty jokes.

"If it is said that human life is valuable, you are already sorry for the things that consume your life." Although there is no vital sign, yes, I am talking.

I carried the road sign and approached step by step amidst the terrified eyes of the group of people, and the bullets made harsh knocking sounds on my body.

These self-proclaimed Sicilians were tough enough, but picked the wrong opponent.

"I thought you were stupid enough." I stepped on the sofa and took a bottle of wine that was about to explode on the head of the mafia. The string of zeros on it made me a little dazzled.

"Do you dare to throw the six zeros casually?" In the next second, the road sign replaced the wine bottle in my hand and caressed the mafia's head.

Seeing that all of them ran out of bullets, I also started my whack-a-mole activity. Although these guys have the same brains as gophers, they can move much faster than the cuties on the gopher machine.

"Fortunately, there are still a few bottles of the most expensive wine left." I looked at the mess and the bottle of wine with an unimaginable price in my hand.

I felt a sudden light behind me.

"Doctor!" Ke Song and Bai Song yelled suddenly, and I knew I was careless, the huge impact directly knocked me to the ceiling, but luckily the bottle of wine in my arms was not damaged much.

I pulled myself out of the ceiling. The bastards at the door had already taken advantage of the explosion and ran for an unknown distance, but they helped me get out of the ceiling and began to count the losses in the bottle battle.

"This bottle is my personal treasure." I kicked the bottle into my arms like a fool, and the emperor groaned in anger.

But this time I was the victim of the explosion, and this group of rambunctious guys were not injured, but this group of Sicilian mafia made the emperor anxious. First, the collection of vinyl records and the huge amount of alcohol. Will not let this group of people go.

Several people dispersed in a rush, and separated to find the mafia's lair while keeping the news.

I walked out of the doorway of the blasted black cave, where there was an elegant gentleman and a touch of blue disappearing from the corner.

Yi Si stood there and didn't know where to put his hands. This is the manager of the Emperor and the manager of the entire Penguin Logistics. He probably chatted with Mostima just now, but the embarrassing thing is that he originally planned to hand it over to him. The black lock in his hand did not stay in his hand.

"Doctor, haha." He smiled awkwardly at me, and I nodded in response, "Say hello to the suffering statement for me."

After I finished speaking, I remembered that this guy didn't get Mostima's staff, so he probably won't meet that Liberi.

I felt a little regretful immediately, it seems that Mostima has almost reconciled with the one in her staff, so that she has the confidence to control herself.

There was a smile on the corner of my mouth, a little relieved.

Late night at Longmen is a carnival of feasting and feasting, especially on Requiem Night.

The message in the earphone informed me that Neng Angel had met the two leaders of the Mafia, and the war was about to break out.

I'm not in a hurry, after all, I just said goodbye to Iss, and now I'm leaning on the street sign that has faded a lot, standing side by side with the Mouse King on the roof of the warehouse.

"What's going on tonight? When did you young people become so talkative? Look at the group of people below. Isn't it the label of young people to strike at the slightest disagreement?"

The Mouse King probably just finished chatting with Mostima, and now he thought I was going to chat with him again for a hundred Longmen coins.

But I let the old man down. I leaned the road sign behind me and made a gesture of please. The Angel and Mostima below had already met their eyes. The two of them complained about how long it had been like a resentful young couple. I haven't seen each other.

"You just let their young couple feel nostalgic." I made a gesture of invitation and muttered in a low voice.

"You're useless if I give you a chance." I shook my head helplessly. Although Mostima was standing not far from the angel, he casually shook hands with the mafia leader.

The Shu King paused his palms, and a layer of fine dust quickly spread on the soles of his feet, one layer, two layers, countless layers.

Although the sand curtain spread very slowly from my point of view, for the group of guys under their feet, it took less than five seconds for people to see nothing.

The land is rapidly being deserted, and the originally flat ground has now become a small silhouette of the desert. Many mafias have easily left this world just because they didn't pay attention to their feet.

I looked at the chaotic crowd under my feet in amazement. This kind of power to change the world is no longer within the scope of normal people.

In the yellow sand, I looked at the old man quietly, and the word "natural disaster" spit out from my mouth unconsciously, but the Shu King didn't care about these things, just smiled at me and disappeared into the yellow sky. After sand.

"I'm still laughing, it looks like I won't be able to fight this time." I was about to leave, but unexpectedly, my feet were empty. It turned out that the building we were standing on had been corroded by the origin stone spell and was riddled with holes. It couldn't even bear my weight up.

I hurriedly escaped from the sandfall trap, and the group of people below had been divided into several small troops by the sudden local disaster.

"So you don't need to embarrass a robot." I took off my hat, and the people around me didn't look like mafia, they should be the subordinates of the Mouse King or enthusiastic citizens of Longmen who were filled with righteous indignation.

I figured that Penguin Logistics, which was divided into two teams, would also have to face this kind of embarrassment, but facing these good citizens of Longmen, I really couldn't do anything.

When this group of people passed by, I felt something was wrong. Although they were all filled with righteous indignation, most of them were listless, and the dark circles hanging on their faces made people feel a little funny.

After seeing that I was a robot, this group of guys seemed a little at a loss. Also, things like knives, guns and sticks are just a bunch of decorations for a robot with a solid structure.

And the robot can't feel any pain, so this siege is completely nonsense.

What's more, this robot is still holding a street sign that is as tall as a person, and no one will do such a loss-making business.

"Let's go, let's go!" The leader, Uncle Longmen, didn't want to get entangled with me, and led the people to retreat a little uncomfortable.

But I felt something unusual about their state.

"Uncle, today I see that many people are not energetic. Is it because of the Requiem Night?" I ran over to chat with them cheeky, maybe it was because of lack of energy, and the uncle didn't speak ill to me.

"It's just that I didn't have a good rest. Everyone had a good dream last night." The uncle yawned, "Tonight's Requiem Party should be very lively."

I was stunned, and a terrible conjecture took shape in my mind.