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It was a dark night and the wind was high. The Japanese five-story pagoda towered into the clouds, and the old and broken copper bell on the top of the pagoda. When the wind blew, it made a deep, long and low tone. It was like a senior monk reciting a Sanskrit mantra. Suddenly, several bats flew by.

Come, stick to the eaves of the tower, staring at the small red rice eyes, hanging on it, looking eerie and weird.

A man wearing a black windbreaker, a tall figure and a hood on his head, vaguely exuding bloodthirsty murderous intent. He had his hands folded across his chest, the muscles of his arms bulging, and his two blue eyes, cold and deep, like a bald man pecking at carrion.

As vicious and gloomy as an eagle, he is unruly and abrupt.

He was standing condescendingly, like a night raider standing on the top of the tower, looking down at the bottom of the tower. Two cold rays of light shot towards Elizabeth, who had belatedly arrived at the bottom of the tower.

Elizabeth walked into the wind, with long hair flying, and a cold light shining in her blue eyes. She was wearing a black windbreaker, with fallen leaves flying all over the ground, and her back hem raised in the wind, setting off her slim, slender figure.

The leather boots stepped on the blue bricks, making a sound on the ground, like a cold-blooded goddess of the night, coming through the night with the cold wind.

"Needham, you're here." Elizabeth's ice-cold voice was filled with chillness. She climbed to the top of the tower and threw off her hood neatly.

"Elizabeth, you dared to disobey the Dark God's order. Where did you go on the way?" Needham's sinister eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he asked fiercely directly. The dark judge, Elizabeth, actually left behind privately, and asked

The mission of 'Black Heaven' was ignored and mysteriously disappeared.

"Do I need to report to you where I am going?" Elibesa blocked her way back arrogantly and disdainfully. 'Black Heaven' is a place where strength speaks for itself. It has not experienced countless baptisms of blood and fire.

With the consciousness of dedicating her life, and being able to escape from every mission perfectly, she has become the top dark judge. No one but one person dares to act arrogantly.

The strong wind at the top of the tower blew up the windbreakers of the two people, making a strong sound. The bats, like upside-down golden bells, shrank their heads, clamped their wings, and swayed tightly to the eaves of the tower with their sharp little claws.

"Okay, I won't ask about your business, but don't forget that Angel's concert is about to start. But you don't have any plans at all?" Needham took a step forward, pressed hard, and came face to face with Elibesa.

I am alone in Japan and I have long known that Angel is somewhere in Japan, but she is hidden very deep. The guardian knights of the Montague family will definitely provide her with life-or-death personal protection. They have also hired a powerful local organization, the Phantom Ninja Sect.

'It's even more difficult.

"I already have my own plan, you just need to obey my orders." Elizabeth didn't want to say anything more to him. She inserted one hand into the pocket of her windbreaker, held a white button, and promised Wang Yong not to move.

The woman next to him. What's damning is that this woman Angel still jumped out to star in "Dark Heaven".

"Okay, tell me your plan, I'm all ears." Needham suppressed the anger in his heart. He flicked his hood and revealed his face. It was as stiff as a thorny beard and trembled slightly. His thick eyebrows were long and fierce, and he was frowning.

It has a mouth full of black teeth and looks like a ghost.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes coldly and said, "You don't seem to have any obligation to report to me. Either you stay and listen to my arrangements, or you go back." She turned around and wanted to go around Needham and get off the tower directly.

Needham became angry, stepped aside and blocked Elizabeth, and roared: "My patience has its limits, Elizabeth, please don't force me to take action." The keen sense that Elizabeth seemed to be different from before.

The difference is hiding and dodging

Avoiding action, he stretched out his hand aggressively and provocatively, sealing the entire staircase, with one hand already reaching for the sharp cross behind him. "You, don't forget. I also accepted the order. Angel has not been destroyed yet. Do you want me to go back?"

,dream."

"Do it?" Elizabeth glanced at Needham coldly and arrogantly, and sneered. She took a few steps back, arrogantly leaning against the railing of the tower. It looked like it was going to be hard to be kind today, and she had no fear. The strength of the two of them was

Quite, but if she really wanted to take action, she believed in her own strength.

In an instant, a bat flew from the night sky and hit the copper bell with its head. It made a "clang" sound and the copper bell rotated. It startled the bat hanging on the eaves of the tower and made a "boom" sound, stumbling around like a headless fly.

.One of them ran rampant and hit Elizabeth's forehead.

The moment she touched her forehead, there was a flash of cold light. Elizabeth moved like a rabbit, holding her hands back, leaning back, using the toe of her hard leather boots, "Teng." One blow hit Needham's wrist holding the cross spikes. One for herself.

The spin has landed on the sloping eaves of the tower, and the leather boots are stepping on it, crushing the tiles, falling one after another, hitting the ground, and turning into debris.

On the opposite side, I saw a bloody bat hanging on the cross spikes. Needham's hand holding the cross spikes was shaking slightly, evil energy swirling in his eyes, black teeth protruding, like an ugly and ferocious bat that had just crawled out of hell.

Ghost Slave. Just now, he used the bat to catch Elibesa by surprise and kill her with one blow. He wanted to stab Elizabeth directly in the forehead.

Needham's thrust failed and he shook off the dead bat. Then the cold spikes were like rolling and roaring waves. They rolled up and stabbed Elizabeth, and cut off the tower railings piece by piece.

He wanted to force her off the top of the tower and break her into pieces.

Faced with his vicious and deceitful tricks, Elizabeth reacted quickly. She alternated her hands, walked as fast as flying, and turned like lightning. Her windbreaker brought out the whistling wind like a windmill, and she avoided the thorns. The tiles under her feet kept falling, "Pop."

"Pah!" The cracking sound continued.

Needham was not simple either. He cunningly forced Elizabeth from the center to the edge of the tower, making her unable to escape and forcing her into a desperate situation. The cross spikes were like ants attached to their bodies, and the thorns were cruel and merciless.

Elizabeth had reached the end of the tower railing, with no way to hide, and was in danger. She let out a sweet "Ah", her eyes flashed, and she stood on the tiles on her insteps, whistling fiercely and flying straight to Needham's door.

He paid a return visit to Block Tile and shouted: "You are too courageous to be punished by the dark god Ackerman."

"Haha, don't forget, it was you who made the mistake first, and I just happened to report it to him. It's not certain who will receive the punishment." Needham grinned ferociously, crossed the spikes, and prepared to give her a fatal blow, and aimed at the final

Tower railing, use

He tried his best to chop down hard, and raised his foot to kick Elizabeth. He secretly cursed, there are only two people here anyway, if you die, I told the dark god that you went to Huahai City halfway and did not come to Japan. God knows what the ghost is.

Yes, no one knows.

Elizabeth was startled, and in a flash of thought, she twitched the belt around her waist and wrapped it around the tower pillar, seizing the opportunity, and kicked the tower railing with her legs. The wooden tower railing suddenly cracked and shattered, and Needham kicked towards it.

Elizabeth's feet were too late to hold back, and she rushed forward with strength. At the side, Elizabeth flew into the air, spinning her leather boots and hitting him directly in the back of the heart, adding fuel to the flames and adding fuel to the fire.

"Ah" Needham's liver and gallbladder were broken, and he screamed in terror. His tall body rushed towards the eaves of the tower. A large number of tiles fell, like the death knell sounded by the god of death. The god of death greeted him, and his heart skipped a beat.

His throat tightened, and he suddenly felt his body pause, which slowed his fall. Most of his body was hanging on the eaves of the tower.

The eagle shot failed and was pecked instead. He looked back and saw a cowhide leather belt tightly wrapped around his ankle. Elizabeth was holding the tower pillar with one hand, and the back of her windbreaker was fluttering in the wind, her face full of majesty.

Looking at him with contempt and sarcasm.

"You can't kill me." Needham secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but shouted verbally: "Dark God Ackerman must know that if you kill your colleagues, you will be nailed to a cross."

"Haha. You still dare to threaten me now? Do you think I dare?" Elizabeth sneered like a queen who looked down upon the world. She loosened and retracted the belt in her hand. Needham fell straight down top-heavy, his head

There was a buzzing sound, and the spikes in his hands danced wildly in the air. He knew the style of Elizabeth, a witch, who killed people without batting an eyelid. If she really touched her bottom line, she would really let go of the belt and kill herself.

Although Needham was unconvinced and dissatisfied, at the moment, his life and death were in her hands. He made a scheming change: "Okay, I will follow your arrangement and leave immediately. I won't report it to you."

Don’t worry about leaving midway.”

"Go back here, I will complete everything here perfectly and report to the Dark God Ackerman personally." Elizabeth knew that just as he said, all the people in the 'Black Heaven' can only do it for the sake of doctrinal matters.

Dedicating oneself has the most severe punishment for those who harm oneself. They are nailed to a cross and stabbed to death with a knife, and the blood is drained.

Needham crawled back to a safe place in embarrassment, suppressed the resentment in his heart, restrained his emotions, hid his weapons, and arranged his windbreaker. He bowed respectfully to Elizabeth, showing his obedience.

Elibesa nodded coldly and stopped looking at him. Her chest swelled and she sighed secretly. In order to fulfill Wang Yong's promise, she forcibly suppressed Needham today.

Needham turned around and went downstairs. He suddenly became angry, showed his black teeth, and laughed evilly.

Elizabeth stood on the top of the dilapidated tower, listening to the tinkling of the bells, and looked at Needham's hurried away figure mockingly. She really thought of herself as a fool. I can let you go once, or I can kill you once.

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After dinner, Ouyang Feifei was wearing refreshing casual clothes. She held the body of the Kung Fu tea cup with her right hand, held the bottom of the cup with her left hand, and took a slight sip.

She looked at Wang Yong with hopeful eyes. "Wang Yong, the night market in Japan is very good."

In fact, you should have worn a kimono. After all, following the local customs and drinking tea this way is more flavorful. However, Wang Yong refused to do so. Ouyang Feifei didn't care. She was just a husband and a wife. As for Maomao, she followed her mother Qin Wanrou, and Qin Wanrou was a teacher.

The thing is very clear, so she doesn't know how to wear it.

There is a small square Japanese tea table with four adults sitting in the southeast, northwest and northwest. Teng Yuan Lichi sits opposite Wang Yong, Ouyang Feifei sits on his right hand with Maomao in her arms, and Qin Wanrou sits on his left hand quietly.

She imitated Ouyang Feifei and sipped her tea.

Wang Yong knew the identity of this Japanese girl, but he didn't expect that she, who should be pampered and pampered, could have such a skillful way of making tea, and her delicate, white and tender hands were very strong. If he hadn't known her before, he would never have realized that she was a pair of trained people.

He who has slain with swords and hands.
Chapter completed!