Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Looking at Mrs. Ellie who was hiding her face and weeping, Renn was completely unmoved, and didn't mean to pity Xiangxiyu at all.

He is now quite jealous of this kind of queen-level scheming bitch, 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 a tear and hugged his waist from behind, begging him to destroy the image. This handle made her feel like a throat.

Bang!

Ren was impatient by her, turned around and pushed her to the wall, reached out and raised her smooth chin, teasing: "Madam, we should be honest with each other, just like you just stood by me without clothes. The kind of calm in front of you.

In order for us to continue to cooperate sincerely, 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 doesn't matter if some things are done in private, it's another matter to expose them.

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

This question sounded boring at first, but Renn understood what she meant and said with a light smile: "Yes."

"This is not cooperation. You are trying to take full control of me, control my destiny, and want me to become your maid.

You men are always like this, thinking about taking everything as your own, endless swelling of desires, money, power, women... are all decorations for your ambitions."Mrs. Ellie said slowly with her eyes drooping.

The room suddenly became quiet, the dim light flickered, and the wall clock ticked.

After a moment of silence, Renn held her chin in his palm, feeling the scent of eau de toilette, and staring at her.

"Madam, 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 manipulating the fate of others.

Madam, you are also this kind of person, and more thorough than me. At least, I can't kill all my spouses for ambition."

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

Mrs. Ellie tidyed up her dress, staring at the bright moonlight outside the window, her eyes flickering, and after a while frowning in thought, she walked into the bedroom.

Taking out a white envelope from the cabinet, she discarded the original content and wrote a new letter, which was to be sent to the clown in the dark.

Ren came too suddenly and didn't care about the methods, but no matter what she thought and how many calculations she had, she was at a disadvantage now.

But Mrs. Ellie was not defeated, even if she really became a vassal, she was confident that she could get the benefits.

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Moon shadows whirled and the night wind was breezy. In the lonely street, there were occasional dog barks. Renne, wearing a black windbreaker, quickly crossed the street with his hands in his pockets.

Huh-huh-

At the corner, the sound of flapping wings sounded abruptly, and a black shadow with huge bat wings flew across the street.

Seemingly panicking, the dark shadow flew towards Ren, a small whirlwind, and a bloody mist rushed towards his face.

With a familiar taste, the blue light of Renn's eyes flashed, and with a clang, a glazed psionic long knife condensed behind him.Lingdu e-book www.txtld.com

He drew his long knife and looked at the bloody earl who suddenly appeared in front of him. His evening dress was torn and his mouth was bleeding, and he looked very embarrassed.

'It seems to be running for life.'

This thought flashed in Renn's mind, and he wanted to raise the knife and split the blood count who had brought him to the door in two.

The bloody earl flapping his wings at the eaves also spotted Renn at the corner in front of him, as well as his powerful aura comparable to the Dark Marquis.

"Do not!"

Yin Hong's pupils were full of despair, and the blood count uttered an unwilling cry. There were wolves in front and tigers behind. He was too unlucky.

Originally, he was happily hiding in the city of Dilamo, and he could often go to fight the teeth at night. After all, it was a remote and backward small city with no strong people.

But now, this place is no ordinary danger, it can be called Longtan Tiger's Lair, the master is like a cloud, and you can meet several ruthless people on the night.

"Everything has cracks. That's where the light comes in."

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

The bloody earl flapped his bat wings in mid-air, and his body trembled violently as if his muscles were twitching.

Click-click-

Like cracked porcelain, cracks with dazzling white light surfaced on the surface of the blood count, and he couldn't help letting out a scream.

Bang!

With a loud explosion, the blood count's body burst into pieces, blood splashed, waves of spiritual tide spread, and blood-stained clothes and rags were rolled up.

Rehn at the corner narrowed his eyes, put down the raised long knife, and stared forward. A deacon wearing a gray trench coat, a black and white uniform and a hat with a badge came out.

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

"Hi, sir, good evening."

The young deacon smiled slightly, looked polite, and greeted Rennes first.

Then he gently lifted his white-gloved right hand, and a blood core with a light red glow flew onto the palm of his hand.

"Good evening." Renn smiled and nodded, politely replied.

The two parties didn't know each other, and the street was not a social place late at night. The other party seemed to have something to do. They didn't talk much, and they passed by.

Rehn found that the young deacon in the seventh inning had two diamond-shaped badges on his shoulders and a white handbag on his left hand, which seemed to be from Dillamo.

That blood count should be too unlucky. He happened to be hit while hunting a lonely human at night, and he successfully received a box lunch.

Ren glanced at the blood stains on the ground and shook his head slightly. Unluckily, people would have their teeth stuffed when drinking cold water, and the demon was no exception.

That young clinging force is very strong, at least better than Zolo, Marcelo, Norton and others. Not surprisingly, he should be a [singer] occupation, a fourth-level [reciting master].

The place where storms and clouds gather, it is conceivable that the current density of the strong in Dilamo City is absolutely amazing.

Not to mention anything else, just the Demon Hunter Association, there are him and the old goat, Elena, the Anderson brothers, and Randy Mac, who has already entered Orange Town with two three-star hunting teams.

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