Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 344 Singer

Looking at Mrs. Ellie who was covering her face and weeping, Ren was completely unmoved, without the slightest hint of sympathy.

For this kind of queen-level scheming whore, he is quite afraid now, afraid of being sold by her, and still counting the money for her.

After drinking the last glass of red wine, he got up from the sofa and walked to the balcony door, ready to leave.

"and many more!"

Mrs. Ellie wiped away her tears, hugged his waist from behind, and begged him to destroy the image, which made her feel stuck in her throat.

Bang!
Ren was impatient with her, turned around and pushed her against the wall, stretched out his hand to lift her clean chin, and teased: "Ma'am, we should be honest with each other, just like you just stood naked on my shoulders. The calmness in front of him.

In order for us to continue our sincere cooperation, this is a necessary insurance, rest assured, those precious images are only for my personal viewing. "

Hearing his brazen words, Mrs. Ellie was very helpless. Now she is too passive. It's okay to do some things in private, but it's another matter to expose them.

She bit her red lips tightly, her beautiful eyes stared deeply at his face that was close at hand, she shook her head slightly and said, "Are you very proud now?"

This question sounds silly at first, but Ren understood what she meant, chuckled and said, "Yes."

"This is not cooperation, you are trying to completely control me, dictate my fate, and make me your maid.

You men are always like this, thinking of taking everything for yourself, endless expansion of desire, money, power, women... are all a decoration for your ambitions. "Mrs. Allie said slowly with her eyes lowered.

The room suddenly became quiet, the dim lights were flickering, and the ticking of the wall clock was ringing.

After a while of silence, Ren held her chin with his palm, felt the faint scent of perfume, and looked at her.

"Ma'am, you have revealed the dark side of your heart, I do subconsciously want to turn you into my plaything.

The root of the poison of power lies in the domination of social resources and the feeling of controlling the fate of others.

Ma'am, you are also this kind of person, and you are more thorough than me. At least, I can't kill my spouse for the sake of ambition. "

His thick voice echoed in the hall, he let go of Mrs. Ellie, jumped down from the balcony, and disappeared into the vast night.

Mrs. Allie straightened her dress, stared at the bright moonlight outside the window, her eyes flickered, and after frowning for a while, she walked into the bedroom.

She took out a white envelope from the cabinet, discarded the original contents, and wrote a new letter, which was to be sent to the Night Clown.

Ren came too suddenly, and his methods were not very particular, but no matter what she thought and how many calculations she had, she was now at a disadvantage.

But Mrs. Ellie was not defeated. Even if she was really reduced to a vassal, she was confident that she would get benefits.

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woof woof woof woof
The shadow of the moon was whirling, the night wind was blowing, and in the lonely street, there were occasional barks of dogs. Ren, who was wearing a black windbreaker with his hands in his pockets, quickly crossed the street.

wheeze - wheeze -
Around the corner, the sound of flapping wings sounded suddenly, and a black shadow with huge bat wings flew across the street.

Seeming to be a little panicked, the black shadow flew towards Ren, setting off a small whirlwind, and a gust of blood mist hit his face.

Familiar with the smell, the blue light in Ren's eyes flashed away, and with a clang, a glass-like psionic long knife condensed behind him.

He drew out his long knife and looked at the Blood Earl who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was wearing a tattered evening dress, bleeding from the corners of his mouth and nose, and looked very embarrassed.

'It seemed to be running for my life. '

This thought flashed in Ren's mind, and he wanted to raise the knife and split the blood earl who came to his door in two.

The Earl of the Blood Race flapping his wings at the eaves also noticed Renn at the corner ahead, and his powerful aura comparable to that of the Marquis of Darkness.

"No!"

The dark red pupils were full of despair, and the blood count uttered a mournful cry. There were wolves in front and tigers in back. He was so unlucky.

Originally, he was happy hiding in Dilamo City, and he could often go to the tooth-beating ceremony at night. After all, it was a small backward city with a remote location, and there were no strong people.

But now, this place is not an ordinary danger, it can be called a dragon's lake and a tiger's den, there are so many masters, and you can meet several ruthless people if you walk all night.

"There's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."

An ethereal voice came from not far away, echoing in the dark and lonely street like a dream.

The movement of the blood earl flapping his bat wings froze in mid-air, as if his muscles were twitching, his body trembled violently.

click-click-
Like cracked porcelain, cracks emitting dazzling white light surfaced on the blood count's body, and he couldn't help letting out a scream.

Bang!
With a loud bang, the body of the Blood Earl was shattered, blood splashed everywhere, waves of spiritual waves spread, and blood-stained clothes and rags rolled up.

Renn at the corner narrowed his eyes, put down the long knife he raised, and stared ahead. A deacon wearing a gray windbreaker, black and white checkered uniform, and a soft hat with a badge came out.

This is a young man who looks like he is in his twenties, with purple temples and green pupils, he is handsome and has the romantic temperament of a poet.

"Hi sir, good evening."

The young deacon smiled politely and said hello to Ryan first.

Then he lightly raised his right hand wearing a white glove, and a blood core with light red light flew to his palm.

"Good evening." Ren nodded with a smile and replied politely.

The two sides didn't know each other, and there was no social place on the street late at night. The other party seemed to have something to do, so they didn't talk much, and the two passed by.

Ryan noticed that the young deacon of the 7th bureau had two diamond-shaped badges on his shoulders and a white handbag in his left hand. It seemed that he was here to handle errands in Dilamo City.

The blood count must have been too unlucky. He happened to be bumped into while hunting a single human being at night, and he successfully received the lunch box.

Ren glanced at the blood on the ground, and shook his head slightly. People are unlucky enough to drink cold water, and the devil is no exception.

That young executive is very powerful, at least a bit stronger than Zolo, Marcello, and Norton. Not surprisingly, he should be a [singer] profession, a fourth-level [reciter master].

It is conceivable that the current concentration of powerhouses in Dilamo City is absolutely astonishing.

Not to mention anything else, in the Witcher Association alone, there are him, the old goat, Elena, and the Anderson brothers, not counting Randy Mike who has brought two three-star hunting teams into Orange Town.

And this does not include people from the 7th Bureau, the Church of Light, the Steam Alliance, the Natural School and other forces. It is conceivable that the demons originally hidden here are in dire straits.

(End of this chapter)