Chapter 627

Name:The Dark King Author:Ancient Xi
The strong man has no pity for women, and his face is ferocious. He grabs a woman's hair with one hand and smashes her face with a fist in the other. The moves are simple and crude. When each punch is withdrawn, the thick blood sticks to his fist like silk, and then it is sent back to the woman's face with his fist.

The woman screamed in pain and struggled with the strong man's arm, but it looked as if she was shaking an iron wall. Her struggle soon subsided, and her screams gradually stopped. She held the strong man's arm and hung down weakly, leaving only a slight moan of pain.

"Blow her head out!"

"Harder, harder!"

The cheers were crazy.

The strong man looked around, and his eyes fell on the woman in his hand. He raised his fist and smashed it hard at her forehead. He punched again and again until the back of his hand was numb. At this time, the woman stopped moaning and lost her breath.

The strong man released the hand holding her hair, and the woman fell back and fell heavily on the stage with her head tilted. Her face was beaten to pieces and looked at the barbed wire fence and the excited and roaring faces outside the barbed wire fence. Her only eye was drooping and empty.

No one noticed that a figure flashed through her dark, mirror like pupils.

Behind the auditorium of this small underground arena is a narrow corridor. Behind the aisle is a circular wall surrounded by four sides. There is a spacious passage at intervals. At the moment, some people leave the auditorium and turn to enter the dark passage behind. The rest of the people are still sitting in the auditorium, preparing to see the next scene with great enthusiasm.

The dark passage is inlaid with sparsely fluorite, which looks much more expensive than cheap oil lamps. The corridor is very deep, and there are several forks. People who come here are obviously familiar with these crossroads and go to the places they want to go.

Prana went to the far left side of the corridor, where there were doors at intervals on the wall, and there were obviously rooms inside. Prana went to the door of the dark gold pattern engraved with the number "108". As soon as he got close to it, he heard a burst of tender crying inside. He sighed in his heart and knew that the adult was addicted to playing again.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door, then stood waiting for a response.

A moment later, a grumpy voice came from the room, "who has no eyes and wants to die? Ah! "

Prana hastily and respectfully said, "my Lord, it's me. Lord ruchlan asked me to send you a message." Although ruchlan is a surname, but add "adult" after it, there is no doubt that it is luclan St.

"Come in!" There was a low voice, full of suppressed anger.

The door was opened from inside, and a young knight of fair complexion looked at prana with a smile and said softly, "Sir, please."

Thank you very much Prana did not dare to neglect, knowing that this man was the confidant of the adult and his favorite man.

When he entered the room, he could hear more clearly the childish voice he had heard before. He saw that this was a very spacious room with a big bed and several wardrobes. In addition, there were shelves with strange utensils and a weapon rack. The objects on the shelf were not swords, but long whip, and rope with dense iron thorns And so on.

At first glance, it looks like a cell for interrogation.

Prana looked to the bedside and saw a slender middle-aged man leaning on the big bed with two small figures in his arms. They were a seven or eight year old girl and a four or five year old boy with a face full of milk. These two children's skin is relatively clean, obviously not from a poor family. There are no dark spots on his hands and face It's lovely to go up there.

However, at the moment, there are obvious tears on the faces of the two children, and the dark black pupils are full of fear. When the palm of the middle-aged people touches their hair, the fear in their eyes will increase.

In addition to these two children, there were three children on the bed, but all sat on the edge of the bed, curled up, shivering and sobbing.

Prana took a look, although he felt uncomfortable, but did not frown, the surface is extremely calm, if he had been the same ten years ago, he would not be able to do so now.

"Monseigneur, Lord luclan asked me to tell you, your holiness has news." Prana said respectfully.

The middle-aged man on the bed raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted, "is it death or living?"

Prana was not surprised to hear his impolite words, but said respectfully, "Your Holiness seems to be in good health. After holding a blessing offering in Martha square, he disappeared again."

"Well? What's going on? " The middle-aged man said unhappily, "this old guy has nothing to do when he is full. What's going on everywhere?"

Prana respectfully said: "Lord ruchlan, let me talk to you. Please go over and talk about it."

"How annoying!" The middle-aged man was a little impatient, but after all, he sat up slowly from the bed, pinched the soft faces of the two children with his hands, and the irritability in his eyes suddenly turned to greed and desire. He licked his lips, picked up the little girl and kissed her hard.The little girl was so scared that she tried to resist. She pushed her hand on his chest, but how could she shake him?

Suddenly, the little girl screamed and burst into tears.

At this time, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, but his mouth contained half a piece of soft flesh and blood, chewing it gently. It was a little girl's lips.

"Delicious." The middle-aged man happily closed his eyes and chewed, chewed and swallowed it. Then he opened his eyes slowly and touched the head of the little girl who was crying with pain. His father's doting appeared in his eyes, and he said in a soft voice, "be good, be obedient, you know?"

The little girl kept crying, crying, crying and crying.

With a smile, the middle-aged man got up and got out of bed. He stepped barefoot on the clean wooden floor and said to the young knight with fair complexion by the door, "take my clothes."

The young knight nodded respectfully, took out a suit of luxurious suit from the nearby wardrobe and came to him to wear it for him.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand like a hanger and enjoyed his service. When he tied his tie, he asked, "aren't you jealous?"

"No way." The young knight blushed.

The middle-aged man grinned, covered his tie and adjusted himself. He looked at his dress in the mirror outside the wardrobe. He was more satisfied. Then he took the precision mechanical watch from the master's craftsmanship and put on his hat. He looked elegant.

"Let's go." Said the middle-aged man.

The young knight looked at the five children on the bed and said, "what about them?"

"As usual, kill and feed it to the loach." The middle-aged man casually tunnel, then tied the button on his sleeve, while turning around, ready to go out.

"Why are you in such a hurry to go out when you're not dressed?" A flat voice sounded.

Hearing the voice, the middle-aged man didn't think much about it. He looked down and saw that the buttons of his clothes were not fastened. He frowned and got angry. Suddenly, the young knight behind him exclaimed in surprise, "who are you?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged talent suddenly reacted. He was frightened and looked up. Suddenly, he saw a figure in black robe standing by the door. His loose hood covered most of his face and showed his white and handsome chin.

"Are the wardens sent by the Abbey so weak in perception?" Dudean opened his hood and looked at the middle-aged man indifferently. "The button was wrong from the first one, but I didn't find it when I twisted it to the last one. Is it because you are too numb or can't see straight and straight already?"

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