Warlock of the Marvel Universe

"Don't bother me, just take care of it yourself"

As the recording played, the sound of this scene could be said to have been lingering for three days, echoing throughout the room.As the person involved, Evanson was almost on the verge of crying, his whole body was frozen with a wooden face.

"Ahem." Evanson coughed hard, slightly easing his embarrassment. He kept rubbing his hands together, and his whole face was almost pressed together. He didn't know what to say, "Well, um, okay. It’s just a recording. Although it’s very similar to mine, there’s no way to prove that it’s mine.”

"Boss," Sarah suddenly raised her eyebrows at this time, "Actually, Lord Kil'jaeden has foreseen the issue you mentioned, and there is a way to prove it with this magic."

"If I say no, then it's not." Evanson immediately jumped up and stopped Sarah's words. "It's such a big deal, it's endless, isn't it?"

Now Evanson's eyebrows are standing straight up, his pupils are filled with blood, and he looks like he is choosing people to eat. From a visual perspective, he is much more angry than before, but no one is afraid of him now.

"Huh." Evanson took a deep breath, calmed down his violent mood, and said to Taylor seriously, "Take a step back, if this is really what I said." At this point, he still said I particularly emphasized, "Listen clearly, I'm talking about if, it's if."

"I'll let you do it, but you can't do it like this." Evanson kept tapping the back of his right hand on his left hand, with a look of helplessness on his face. "Look at the appearance of your big villain, I won't say anything. , your method is too cruel, and the impact is too bad, why can't you pay attention to it for a while?"

"Boss." Evanson's words were sincere, but Taylor said with a stiff face and an angry voice, "I have a mortal enemy with them."

Evensun, who had an sworn hatred, looked at Taylor with confusion on his face, "What's going on? He dug your ancestral grave."

"Huh," Taylor groaned, his eyes widening in anger. "We were performing on the street last night and came up with a new trick, which was to make Dumen lie down on a nail board, and then put a roof over him to play with breaking rocks on his chest. The effect of this program is surprisingly good, and the audience has been sending money and rewards even before the program started."

They gave you money before the show even started. That was out of pity for you and asked you not to perform, for fear of causing death and splattering your body with blood.Evenson rolled his eyes and said, "Let's get to the point."

"Okay." Taylor nodded heavily. "We performed well originally, but who knew that those bastards from the Scorpion Gang suddenly came over and shot everywhere, scaring our audience away."

"Oh," Evanson muttered, "It's really annoying that this business has been disrupted, but haven't you already made money? Anyway, it's not a loss and there's no need to destroy others."

"Alas," Taylor sighed heavily, and said with a face full of grief and anger, "We thought so at first, and were ready to close the stall and go home, but who knew that those bastards opened fire randomly, and an incendiary bomb just happened to be thrown in Inside the bucket where we collected money, our hard-earned US$600 of hard-earned money was instantly reduced to ashes."

"I understand, it turns out that's what happened." Evanson nodded with a smile, but who knew that the next moment he suddenly became violent, with afterimages in his hands directly stuck to Taylor's

On the neck, this momentary explosion made the demon guard, who was known for his strength, unable to support himself, and was suddenly pulled to the table by his boss.

He raised his head in shock and saw that his boss's face was distorted, his eyes were red as if he had been constipated for more than ten days, and his lips were trembling. He seemed to have thousands of words to say, but in the end he condensed them into a roar: "You How could you let them die so happily?"

"Their souls," Evanson, you pinched Taylor's neck and shook it hard at a frequency of 180 per second. "Why don't you bring their souls back? 600 US dollars, 600 US dollars, that's it. Look, I won't round them up." Knead it and draw it into threads.”

Claire stared at this scene with her mouth open. She didn’t know what expression to make. I have to suffer this kind of crime for 600 US dollars. I won’t even let my soul go. The cost of crime these days is too high. Is it high?

"Gah" Evanson suddenly let go of Taylor, and suddenly collapsed on the chair, panting heavily. Claire hurried over and pressed his chest to help him breathe smoothly. "Why don't you do this?" Don't be angry when you get over it, don't be so angry, just look at it openly, they have already found a way to make money, and they can still make more money in the future."

After hearing these words of relief, Evanson felt a little better.He calmed down his breath and glanced at Taylor sideways. "You can't be considered as doing something wrong in this matter, so I won't pursue it. Alas." At this point, Evanson sighed again, "But I have a headache again with the aftermath. ”

"Aftermath" Taylor tilted his head slightly and looked at Evanson doubtfully, "Are you afraid that someone will recognize me? I disguised myself very well last night."

"Ah, I remembered when you mentioned the disguise." At this time, Claire suddenly interrupted and asked curiously, "I see you covered your entire head with a sack last night. How did you see outside?" "Could it be a sight?" At this point, he glanced at Cui Puxi doubtfully, "Could it be that you are visually connected and he is helping you observe the reincarnation eye?"

Girl with reincarnation eyes, how dare you think about it? Evanson said funnyly, "Didn't you realize that Taylor is actually not that tall?"

"Well" Claire was confused by the question, but she suddenly thought that the figure last night was almost three meters tall, but in his impression, even if Taylor returned to the devil form, he was only 2 meters tall. Around.

What's going on with the height check here?

"Hey," Taylor smiled and answered the riddle, "Actually, what was wrapped in that sack was not my head, but my horns. Then I stuffed some cotton inside and tied it with wire, just like my head. In fact, my real head was The neckline is just enough to expose my eyes, which does not hinder my observation, but also fakes my height so that no one can recognize me."

"Okay." Claire nodded. She didn't expect this guy to be so alert even though he was both rough and thin.

"Haha" Who knew that Evanson sneered, "Taylor, let me ask you, did you wear shoes when you killed someone last night?"

"Yeah" Taylor was suddenly startled. After he transformed, it turned out that he couldn't wear those shoes anymore. "It doesn't seem like they were worn."

"Nothing to wear." Evanson nodded. He no longer had the energy to get angry. "Then you have such big hooves exposed. Anyone who knows you doesn't know it's you."