Chapter 196 Do You Want to Have a Shot?

"What? Want to have a shot?"

Sally Lin, who opened her eyes, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Her bold, obviously provocative movements made the tattered windbreaker that was simply covered on her body slide off, her attractive collarbone dropped, and a large area of ​​white greasy came into Yago's vision.

Although Yago is a man with normal functions and orientations, he is not in the mood right now.

"Fanilla is out of control."

Yago stared at Sally Lin's star-blue eyes that gradually faded to brown, and after a moment of silence, he said.

"Fenilla?" Sallyn recalled with a little doubt, and quickly found the family corresponding to this name from memory, "Mace Grind?"

"Um."

After Yago nodded, Sallylin let go of his arms and left his embrace, a pair of white bare feet stained with mud fell to the ground.

"The Mace Grindel family...their mysticism courses should be quite complete, without the influence of external forces, they will basically not get out of control..."

Sally raised her head slightly, and stared at Yago with beautiful star-blue eyes:

"what happened?"

"The preliminary judgment may be related to the Tidal Church."

Yago took off his funeral jacket and handed it to Sally Lin.

Sallylin took it, and took off the tattered windbreaker without hesitation, put on the funeral jacket that Yago handed over, and handed the tattered windbreaker to Yago.

"Tidecaller? Are you sure?"

Sallylin confirmed again, while arranging her clothes.

The tuxedo, which was just right for Yago, looked extremely wide for Sally Lin now, and the hem had already exceeded the knee and covered the calf.

"Can't be sure, there's no direct evidence."

Yago shook his head, looking away from the dangling hem of the dress at Sallylin's calf.

"If it is true, then it is very likely to be related to that castle..."

Sallyn muttered to herself in a low voice.

castle? What castle?

Yago couldn't help being a little puzzled when he heard the words, so he asked subconsciously.

However, Sally Lynn did not answer him:

"It's nothing, it's not something you should know now."

As she spoke, she turned her head, raised her eyebrows, licked her lips with her tongue, and said provocatively again:

"Aren't you really going to have a shot? After that, I don't have much time to accompany you~"

Seemingly thinking of something, she said:

"Don't worry, I won't use my abilities. As I said before, the blood of your fast is not delicious food, but deadly poison."

She licked her lips, and two sharp teeth popped out.

"Don't get me wrong, although I am not the same as Friesen, I don't have the eccentricity of loathing blood, but I can't drink anyone's blood."

"I just like delicious..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and put it on Yago's shoulder, trying to put her hands around Yago's shoulder again.

On the back of the neck, the slightly cold, faint touch of fingers emerged in Yago's mind.

However, at this moment, her movements suddenly stopped.

Sally Lin's face seemed to become a little stiff.

Immediately, she turned around and walked into the giant vine-like pillar in the room on the right side of the goddess, leaving Yago standing there in a daze.

And Sallylin, who walked into the spiral staircase, stood on the stairs, tiptoed, gestured to the air, and continued to walk down with her mouth pursed. The petite body under the funeral dress muttered:

"It's not high enough..."

...

In the rain, the gray moon looming in the sky.

In the southern part of Dilud City, on the street near the outskirts, there is only one side of the grid gas lamp, which emits fire light, and together with the moonlight, it depicts the dark scenery of the street.

A woman in an old overcoat held a black umbrella, walked quickly into an alley, and came to a rather ordinary-looking wooden house.

Looking at the wooden house, after carefully examining the unobvious mark on the edge of the door, the woman knocked on the door, then took a step back, watching the door vigilantly.

After a brief pause, the door was opened, and a man wearing a black bowler hat came out.

He glanced around, from the woman's face, and when he saw that there was no one beside him, he returned his gaze again.

Looking at the woman in front of him, he smiled:

"Welcome, Evana, our partner."

"Who..."

And at this time, a voice sounded.

The man in the black yarmulke stepped aside and said:

"What are you doing out here?"

"It's nothing, I smell the scent of flowers~"

Amidst the reply, a handsome young man with melancholy eyes came out of the dim room. When he saw Evana, he moved exaggeratedly, just like an actor in an opera, took two steps forward, approached Evana, and handed There is a fuchsia bouquet that I don't know when it will be ready:

"I've been waiting since spring until now, the things I prepared for you have lost their luster, but I still won't give up..."

However, his performance did not impress the woman in front of him. Evana, who was wearing a shabby coat, just shook her head slightly, and her natural curly mid-length hair swayed slightly with her shaking her head:

"I do not know you."

After a brief response, Evana turned to the man in the bowler hat next to him:

"What can you do with me?"

The man took off his black dome hat and bowed slightly:

"I'm here to pick you up, we need a suitable leader."

Hearing this, Evana frowned slightly and said:

"I, no, the leader."

Hearing this, the man in the bowler hat hadn't answered yet, and the handsome young man who was ignored by Evana laughed:

"It doesn't matter if you think so, you are just a symbol, and you don't have any right to make decisions."

Even after hearing such words, Evana didn't change her face. She glanced at the handsome young man indifferently, then turned to ask the man in the black bowler hat:

"Is there nothing else?"

Hearing this, the man patted his bowler hat and said in a low voice:

"Evana, it's useless even if you escape here. No force can protect you, let alone no force behind you. If you don't listen, we can only be tougher."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and a long sword protruded from his chest.

"I thought it was to instigate rebellion, but it turned out to be just a clown. Maybe the circus is more suitable for you."

The man in the bowler hat turned his head with difficulty, and a middle-aged man with a drooping mustache appeared in his vision.

Looking at him, the middle-aged man with drooping mustache smiled, raised a revolver, and stuffed the muzzle of the gun into his mouth:

"There is no need to beg for mercy. We have fully understood your affairs."

boom!

Amidst the whimpering, the bullet pierced through the chest, spattering out blood.

When the man's body twitched and fell down, Evana, whose face was stained with blood, got out of the way, looked at the handsome young man with a terrified expression, and asked the middle-aged man in a puzzled tone:

"Role?"