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When will Adam hold a meeting of the Twilight Hermits?
Hasta is looking forward to this day, when he can see how powerful this organization is.
After observing for a while, he looked away.
Take a short break and start to spy on destiny, regarding the assassin's potion recipe.
The person in the picture is Mrs. Germani, which is a revelation of fate.
This is in line with what Will
The recommended way is the quicker one.
But he really didn't want to be associated with someone like Mrs. Germani.
"Wait a minute."
Hastur is not very anxious about the assassin potion formula.
Cut off the connection with the Hall of Stars and go offline to sleep.
Late at night, the wind outside the window suddenly intensified, and the wind chime hanging in front of the window in the study made several crisp ringing sounds.
Hastur, who had already fallen asleep, woke up from his deep sleep.
He subconsciously turned over and held the cane lying beside the bedside. His eyes changed from dazed at the beginning to sharp and alert.
Spirituality reminded him that someone was approaching.
Since Mr. A visited his door in the middle of the night last time, he has gained experience.
In order to prevent someone from coming in through the window in the middle of the night while he was still asleep, Hasta left a small warning sign on the window, which would alert him if the breath of an extraordinary person approached.
This is a little trick he learned from the Church of Steam and Machinery after he stole the Black Emperor's card last time.
For him who can make rules, this is not difficult.
Holding the cane, he just changed from lying on the bed to squatting on the bed, without choosing to get out of bed to open the window.
Phew, snap! Snapped!
A strong wind blew and two windows were knocked open.
The wind entered the bedroom, making the things inside make a rustling sound.
Fortunately, there was nothing valuable, so even if it was blown to the ground and broken into pieces, Hasta wouldn't feel bad.
"You're on high alert."
A charming and somewhat cold voice flowed into the room along with the strong wind.
Hastur did not answer the other party. He stood up from a squatting position, got out of bed, and pulled out the sword in the cane, but did not move rashly. After all, no one knew who was coming to him now.
From the sound of this voice, it seems that it is not the transgendered Mr. A, but may be an Extraordinary from the Witch Sect.
They were so bold that they came to Queens at night and knocked on the window of a nobleman.
"Haha, little man, do you want to see me?"
This time the sound had entered the room from the window, just in the shadow above the window.
Hastur's eyes glanced around. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
Assassin's stealth?
Hastur raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he was also a master of invisibility, and using this ability in front of him was no less than a master's degree.
Slowly opening his spiritual vision, he saw a graceful shadow above the window, lying upside down on the ceiling, looking down at him like a spider.
She was wearing a long black dress with a red lace hem. She looked somewhat similar to Mrs. Germani, but their eyebrows were completely different.
Mrs. Gemani's eyebrows are full of amorous feelings, but this one is charming and passionate, with eyes that are touching people's hearts.
"I don't want to meet someone who only knows how to sneak around."
As Hastur spoke, he came to the edge and lit a beautifully shaped lamp.
The light wasn't too dazzling, but it was enough to dispel the darkness in the room.
The figure on the ceiling took advantage of his invisibility and quietly came to the top of his head, like a big spider about to pounce.
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Hasta held the sword in his hand and turned the tip of the sword secretly. If the opponent pounced directly, he would let her know what it meant to be cool.
"You are so handsome. I don't know how many innocent girls will be harmed in the future. It seems that I should kill you to prevent any more ignorant girls from being depressed because of you."
Her voice was still full of charm, and the words that originally screamed about fighting and killing came out of her mouth with a bit more seductive charm.
Threads and threads, touching the bones and scratching the heart.
In this regard, Hasta's evaluation is: Not bad, it is a bit like the essence of the vixen in "The Legend of Gods and Ghosts", but it is still a bit too young and needs more practice.
If it were the White Saint Caterina, her charm would never be so obvious. Instead, she would capture your body and soul unknowingly during normal communication.
"You want to kill me? What should you use to kill me? Your beauty or your body?"
There was a bit of disdain in Hastur's indifferent words, which made Moraka, who was lying on the ceiling, sneer at the corner of his mouth.
He turned slightly and stared at the unprotected back of Hastur's neck.
With just one close move, her nails could penetrate his skin, tear his muscles, and then break his neck with a little force.
Of course, she didn't mind giving him a bloody kiss before he breathed his last.
Originally she just wanted to come and take a look, but when she really saw this Baron Hastur Campbell, she could not control the flames of jealousy in her heart.
The feeling was like a fire burning every corner of the body.
So, she changed her mind. She wanted to kill this handsome young nobleman and dig out his heart!
What would it look like if this heart was given to her as a gift?
But when she was about to take action, an ominous premonition and a dangerous premonition suddenly arose in her heart.
It was as if the unsuspecting prey below was spreading a giant net waiting for him to fall into the trap.
She decided to be careful, "I'm a little shy, could you turn off the light first?"
"Okay."
With a reply, the lights went out and the room fell into darkness again.
This level of darkness has no covering effect at all for a witch who was once an assassin.
"You lie on the bed first, and I will come to you and take you into a world of pleasure."
Moraka flipped her right wrist, and there was a dagger two fingers wide. Using the weapon, she could ensure that she would slit the throat of the prey below in an instant, and cut off all the bones.
"There's so much nonsense. Are you here to seduce me into bed or are you here to talk to me late at night?"
The rude words made Moraka stunned for a moment, and then he became angry!
She no longer waited, no longer hesitated, her body fell lightly like a fallen leaf, her waist gently turned half a circle, and the dagger in her hand drew a gleam of cold light and slashed towards Hastur's throat.
puff!
It was the sound of flesh being poked open with a sharp weapon.
But it wasn't her dagger that slit the prey's throat, but the sword in the prey's hand that accurately penetrated her belly.
At the same time, the sword that penetrated her belly was twisted hard, slicing all her internal organs.
"what!"
An uncontrollable scream came out of her mouth.
At the same time, she quickly pulled away, jumped into the shadow, rushed out through the window, and landed on the grass as nimbly as a fallen leaf.
The palm of his left hand covered the penetrated lower abdomen, and the ice power flowed and spread, sealing the wound and preventing a large amount of blood loss.
Moraka gasped quickly, not daring to stay any longer, and hurriedly ran along the street.
From the window upstairs, Hasta looked in the direction of her panicked escape, but did not jump directly from the window.
With his physique, if he wanted to jump out of the window, the two stained glass windows would basically break again, and all of this would be money.
Moreover, with physical speed alone, it was impossible for him to catch up with this extraordinary person from the Witch Sect of unknown origin. After all, she was once an assassin known for her dexterity.
After determining the direction of the witch's escape, Hastur closed the window, returned to bed, got out of his spirit body, rolled up his war emblem, and chased after her.
In the dark streets and alleys, Moraka ran away like a bereaved dog, her body blending into the shadows at a very fast speed.
The hunting wind blew past her ears, and she finally regained her composure.
She couldn't understand why her carefully prepared blow failed to kill the other party, but instead the other party stabbed her first?
That person should not be able to see where he is.
This is an invisibility ability that only Sequence 7 witches have. How could it suddenly fail?
Can't figure it out.
After running a long distance away, Moraka looked back and saw no one was chasing him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.
She glanced down at her abdomen. The ice there had gradually melted, and blood mixed with ice water flowed out, dyeing the hem of her black lace skirt red.
This was her favorite long dress on weekdays. Because tonight was a special day, she chose to wear this dress, but now it was stained red with blood.
She looked at it twice, reached out and dipped her hand into the flowing blood, then smeared it around and put it in her mouth to taste.
It's a little sweet, but more of a fishy smell.
This made her dislike it very much, she only liked the sweet blood.
After she calmed down a little, she froze the wound with ice again, preparing to bandage it again when she got home.
Well, instead of going back to your own home, go to your good sister’s home.
Let her see what a heavy price he paid for her.
Should she feel sorry for her misery, or just ridicule?
"What an interesting question."
Moraka changed direction and moved forward unsteadily.