One Thousand Six Hundred and Fifty-Eight Depends on the Situation and Decides Whether to Kill You Later! …

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In the vast executive chamber of the night party, there were aristocratic-like youths and deacons with dark green hair, and men with silver hair that leaned toward white sat at the top of the round table one after the other, releasing a message that made people feel comfortable. A presence that cannot be ignored.

The sound of the door of the hall being pushed open clearly echoed in the vast space, but the young man seemed to have heard nothing. He still held the teacup and drank it one by one. Only the deacon-like man turned his head with sharp eyes. Shoot in the direction of the door.

If the sharp gaze from the man like that deacon meets his eyes, I believe that anyone can detect the difficulty of the other party.

Because, there was a faint smell of blood on the man's body.

People who are sensitive can basically detect it.

This is a real murderous existence!

Moreover, from the other party, in addition to the bloody smell, there is also a strong sense of oppression, telling others that this person is not only capable of killing, but also the method of killing is definitely a powerful one!

However, people who are really sensitive should also be able to sense it.

In this person, there is also a sense of incompatibility hidden under the smell of blood and oppression, which makes people feel extremely incongruous.

The feeling of being out of place is as if the other party is a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Compared with the deacon who gave off a lot of incongruity, he sat at the top of the round table. The boy who was enjoying the black tea elegantly looked like an ordinary person instead.

Of course, it just looks...

"My ;guest (my VIP)!" As if satisfied, the teacup in the hand of Your Excellency, the noble and elegant young man, slowly stood up, turned around, and faced the door, with a sly smile on his face.

"welemy (welcome to my hall)!"

Palace? ...

Does this person regard the assembly hall of the executive department of the night party as his own palace? …

I really don't know whether to say arrogance or self-confidence...

He pouted.

Wu Yan took Icarus and Astrea. He raised his footsteps and walked into the chamber of the executive department of the night party.

Stepping on the luxurious carpet, the sound of footsteps could not come out at all.

The teenager looked at the faces of Wu Yan and the two angel girls who were gradually approaching. That sly smile grew stronger. To the point of being almost malicious.

For that smile. Wu Yan felt a little nauseated when he looked at it, so he stopped approaching and stopped directly five meters away from the boy. She met the eyes of the smiling boy.

"As a person, I don't like to be around corners..."

The first sentence is so tit for tat!

This made the pair of eyes hidden under the colored glasses of the man standing behind the boy quickly condense killing intent, and moved a few steps to the side, so that there was no obstacle between him and Wu Yan.

Obviously, this man had the idea of ​​rushing forward!

"Really, you can't be rude to my VIP..." Even though he was treated so rudely in the opening remarks, the young man said in a happy tone, spread his hands, and acted.

"However, I am not a person who refuses to beat around the bush. At least, please give me time to introduce myself to my honorable 'Crimson Eyes' Your Excellency?"

"The head of the executive department of the night party, the tenth place of the 'Thirteen ()' - Cedric Granville!" Wu Yan cast his eyes on the young man, as if he could see through everything, and opened his mouth with a smile that was not a smile. .

"For the time being, let's think of you as this person..."

"Take me as this person?..." The boy raised his brows, and the sly smile on his face suddenly turned into a mysterious one.

"This statement is interesting. It seems that you are not simpler than I thought!"

"Well..." The boy smiled exaggeratedly and looked at Icarus and Astrea who were following Wu Yan, with curiosity and playfulness in his eyes.

"Can carry five high-performance 'automatic dolls ()', also suppressed 'marshal', defeated Felix, and even the Bronson who almost won the 'Demon King' throne was given to you Going to prison, you are not easy, everyone knows it already."

"Everyone knows only the first half. Basically no one knows about Bronson's defeat in my hands. The head of the executive department of the night party..." Wu Yan spread his hands.

"And being able to know this, doesn't it prove that you are also each other?"

"Using what you said, let's do it for now..." The boy smiled indifferently, but his eyes remained on Icarus and Astrea, and he spoke in admiration.

"You have a beautiful 'automatic doll ()'..."

"Then what?..." Wu Yan glanced at the boy.

"You came to me, don't you just want to see my 'automatic doll ()'?"

"No no no, it's just a bit of a feeling..." The boy waved his hand, showing an expression as pure as an angel, but what he said made people shudder.

"After all, one of my few interests is destroying beautiful things!"

"Very good interest!" Wu Yan smiled knowingly.

"I'll decide whether to kill you later depending on the situation!"

"Peng..."

When the words fell, in front, standing next to the boy, the man like a deacon stomped on the ground and rushed out.

The fluctuation of magic power flashed across the man's body, and the man obviously used some kind of magic to make his figure dodge and disappear in the moment he rushed out.

Do not!

Not really disappearing!

Instead, the man's speed, without using a little sprint time, instantly increased to a level that was invisible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he came to Wuyan, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Wuyan. neck.

During the whole process, Wu Yan didn't move even a single moment, and the man who was the deacon smoothly pinched his neck in his hands.

The man named as a real deacon tightened the neck that seemed to shatter with a squeeze, and exposed a pair of murderous eyes hidden under tinted glasses.

"Although you are the VIP of the young master, can I ask you to keep your mouth clean?" Zhen showed an expression without a smile.

"The deacons of the Granville family are indeed very good, but they are not perfect. If I have to mention one flaw, it is that I can't hear my master being spoken badly..."

Wen Yan, Wu Yan smiled, as if watching a clown perform, full of irony, not worried that his neck would be crushed, which made Zhen's murderous eyes cold.

Just when he really seemed to be planning to teach a lesson, the boy's unhurried voice entered his ears.

"Stop it...really..."

"For rude people, as a deacon, it's right to give the master a head!" Zhen replied without turning his head while clenching his hands tightly around Wu Yan's neck.

"So, even if it's the young master's order, please let me delay it for a while!"

"Well, I don't mind..." The boy's reproachful words echoed in the air with an imperceptible dissatisfaction.

"But, instead of giving me a head start, I hope you can pay more attention to my life safety..."

Really stunned for a moment, then his face changed completely, he turned his head sharply, and looked in the direction of the young man.

The boy is still standing in his original position.

However, at this time, he was raising his hands high, making a surrender, with a smile-like expression on his face, and shrugging his shoulders.

Behind the teenager, a girl with a pair of pure white wings stood there, holding a laser lightsaber in her hand, which was placed on the neck of the teenager.

Naturally, it is Astrea!

"————!" Really surprised, he turned his head vigorously, and looked behind Wu Yan.

I saw that the two angel-like girls were supposed to be standing. I don't know when, the one with long golden hair and pure white wings disappeared.

The only thing left was the girl with pink wings and pink hair who used a pair of illusory boxes and stared at the truth with cold, deep red eyes.

Looking at the pair of indifferent crimson eyes, the scalp was slightly numb.

He has a feeling.

If he really dared to crush the neck that he was holding tightly in his hand, then this beautiful girl who looked like an angel in front of him would definitely kill himself to the ground before that! (To be continued..)