Son of Satan

Geili Literature Network (Baidu search Geli Literature Network is the fastest and most stable update) What's more terrible is that there is a shortage of spirit stones that control the animal nature of Warcraft. A small part of it is also sold at high prices in merchant shops. The magic stones that can be seen everywhere are instantly upgraded and become rare.

Once the magic stones are used up, the monsters will become wild. But all living things will be hunted. And the monsters are the main force of the demons; some nobles also raise them. It is used by the mounts of the demon army. Therefore, once there is a problem with the monsters, the demon army is not far from panic.

Tsk tsk. I don't know who came up with this vicious idea. Most likely it was Rui Le Senbai. Only he can compete with money.

But I think the reason why the demons made such a big mistake. Most of the reasons are the epidemics in the west area. Anyway, those diseases originated from the demons; but somehow they spread and became the orcs. And It's because they underestimated Chris' methods. The world has been peaceful for a long time. Let them forget the cruelty of their opponents.

It is not honest for Dilo to be expelled. Let alone these demons who have been living freely. I have never come into contact with Huslin. But I know Dilo. He is a greedy poisonous snake. He will bite back at any time.

Chris led me away from the wet cliff bottom. I fell asleep in a gentle breath. I don't know how long it took. I felt something licking my eyelashes. I opened my eyes and saw that Chris was smiling at me .That smile blinded my eyes.

The curtain fluttered behind him. It was lifted together with his long hair. The setting sun dyed the shadow of the west. Everything was dreamlike and beautiful.

"You're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable?"

I nodded and shook my head. Everything I saw was too unreal. I was afraid that I was still dreaming. There was no more pain in my body. Even my eyes could see things. What’s more, Chris, my eyes can see now. Did you say it was gentle? I thought of chicken skin, what should I do?

"Hehe. Are you comfortable or uncomfortable?"

Still nodding. Shaking head. Ah. Jay. You idiot. Talk. Talk now.

"Is your throat still bad? Do you want me to help you?"

Yes. Yes. I nodded desperately. It was like a chicken pecking at rice. If my head was weaker, it would definitely break.

"I know you're uncomfortable. Don't push so hard. You're not afraid of losing your little head." Chris touched my head. A few strands of golden hair fell down with his movements. Only then did I realize that I was The hairdresser that Hesme had ravaged was still there. The injured heart healed a lot in an instant.

By the way, where is Hesme bastard. I'm back. I won't get back the debt for mistreating me. I'm presumptuous. I gritted my teeth with hatred.

"Don't move the little thing. Isn't your throat uncomfortable? How can I help you treat it if you don't open your mouth."

Huh. Is there a healing technique that needs to be opened to treat the mouth? Usually, if you are half disabled, you can use a few healing techniques. Now it is so troublesome to get a throat.

I pushed away Chris's unbelievably beautiful head. "What's the matter with Hesme now." That bastard. Better hope I don't get him. Or else. Hehe... I rubbed my hands The quilt. Treated as Hesme's head. Violently trampled.

No. I'd better go. Maybe I'll give him a 'surprise'. As long as he doesn't scare him to death. If he dies, he won't be able to express his anger.

I just jumped out of bed. There was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with those people?"

"Cut it directly."

"Wait. People. Who." It wouldn't be Hesme's bastards.

"You guessed it. It's them."

"They are below." I lay down on the window sill and looked around. Sure enough, several silver knights who were stronger than the black police guarded them. There was a golden knight supervisor behind them. And the one who just came to report was the Holy Light Knight.

Hesme's face was pale. He just looked up at this moment. It was a coincidence that our eyes met.

Hesmi's ashen face instantly changed from disbelief to resentment, and then from resentment to resentment. That resentful gaze seemed to tear my body to pieces.

"Go. Hurry up. Don't dawdle." The silver knight's leather whip hit Hesme's back. He knelt on the ground and got up again; but his eyes never left me.

The others started crying and howling as early as the moment the whip came down, but he didn't say a word. He endured it and swallowed all the moaning and moaning in his stomach.

I yelled in a strange way. "Wait, wait. Don't, don't kill them first." I rushed downstairs and grabbed the leather whip from the silver knight.

Hesme snorted coldly. "That's right. You can come back alive. Come on, your ability to seduce people is getting better and better." Suddenly he leaned close to his ear. "Which idiot is willing to fuck you? You fell into the 'illusion' What about the ****..."

I slapped Hesme on the face. This kind of person deserves a beating.

Hahaha. Hesme laughed. The swollen old Gao's face made him look funny.

The Silver Knight was dishonest. He slapped Hesme's calf with a whip. Hesme knelt down on one knee. I was so arrogant that my face turned pale.

I turned my head and saw Chris walking over with a blank face. When I was next to him, he smiled at me slightly. I turned back to Hesme. His resentful eyes came back again.

"I want to keep him. Can I, Your Majesty?"

Chris frowned. Kind of confused why I kept this guy who insulted me. caused me so much pain.

"You're going to keep him. Don't you think you'll still be friends?"

"No." I suddenly became angry. "I want to keep him and torture him severely. I want him to live a long and long life. I want him to see how strong and happy I am. I want to use Happiness is based on his pain." After saying this, I suddenly felt relieved, sweeping away the depressed mood of the past few days.

"Whatever you want." Chris turned his head and said to the Holy Light Knight who had been standing upright all the time: "Since Jay wants to keep Hesme in Tremore, you can arrange it. What should be done with the others. Ah .By the way." Chris seemed to think of something. "Assama should be very boring. Take a few little ghosts to chat with him."

Two timid ones passed out directly. Those who didn’t passed out were scared to pee. Assama is in the [-]th floor of purgatory. There is nothing but raging fire there. The fire has burned to ashes. What are you talking about.

I found out. Offend no one and don't offend Chris. Otherwise, the end will definitely not be described as miserable.

Hesmee's face is too twitchy. Now his life is still in my hands. He dared to show me a face. He practiced a set of punches on his face and put an iron chain on his face. Hitch the underground warehouse.

Chris put his hand on top of Hesme's head. A light blue light with water splashes pulled away from above his head. Hesme immediately showed a panicked look, and then his eyes were dull and dull.