Chapter 1352： I don't like dead fish.

The gryphon's huge wings slid over the shellfish, and McGon, sitting on the back of the griffon, played with his head. The charming face was still pitiful, the delicate cherry mouth was slightly open, and it didn't seem to go before death. Very serene.

This is of course not Sharin’s head, otherwise there is no way for McGonagall to be so calm.

This is the system based on Shalin's modeling, and then printed in a 1:1 ratio 3d head, both in size and appearance, are very realistic, even the skin's simulation degree has reached 95%, reaching out It will turn red.

"System, I have a bold idea." McGonagall looked at his head and his expression was a bit strange: "I think you can change it."

“This system is a professional kitchen **** system, and it is deeply rooted in the food industry. Why do we need to change it.”

"You look at your technology, don't do it. It's a pity to simulate companionship. If you add a little intelligent system and can communicate easily, it would be even better." McGonagall said with a smile.

"Is there a need for the host? If necessary, the system can reproduce a simulation doll according to this ghost mother 1:1, and re-enact a personality system, except that there is no real life, there is almost no difference in other aspects, and the action is free. And has very good flexibility."

"Oh, I am like a person who wants to use this kind of thing?" McGonagall smiled slyly.

"From the performance of the host after coming to this world, it is needed."

"I..." McGonn raised his eyebrows. Although the night life was dull and boring, he was at least a wife. He did not expect to fall to the point of being systematically ridiculed. He said indifferently: "Shut up, you are a single dog system." ""

The Griffin flew toward the West Point Island, hovering around the sky, confirming that there was no one below, and immediately swooped down and landed on the beach in the northeast corner.

Meg jumped from the back of the lion's cub, and according to the system's best tidal wash point, he dug a hole on the beach with a small shovel that he carried with him, and measured the depth with a tape measure before burying Shalin's head. And then re-cover the sand.

The tide surged up and washed away the excess sand, and the beach seemed to be restored.

"System, are you sure that this time tomorrow night, can the tide just rush out of this head?" McGonagall returned to the back of the griffon, a little worried.

"Please rest assured that after the strict calculation of this system, starting at five o'clock tomorrow evening, this head will gradually emerge from the beach. And the system is equipped with a catapult inside the head. If the situation changes, the host can also remotely. The remote control lets it pop out of the beach."

"That's good." McGonagall nodded, suddenly looking at the southwest direction with some vigilance, gently patted the back of the gryphon, whispered: "Azi, leaving the sea."

A purple double-winged exhibition, gliding away from the sea facing the northeast, almost integrated with the dark water, and soon disappeared in the West Point.

Shortly after McGonagall’s departure, an ugly flying mount landed in the middle of West Point Island. Alfred jumped down and stepped on two large pits on the ground, holding a huge axe in his hand, a little vigilant. Looking around, seeing no one, it was only a little relaxed, and then circled on the island, making sure that there was no difference between him and the day before yesterday.

"Simons this guy, what the hell!" Alfred whispered, feeling a little annoyed.

It was already angered that half of the rituals were destroyed. I didn't expect even the stone statues to be stolen, and Simmons was so arrogant about his appointment with him, saying that he would take all the power away and simply not to be self-sufficient.

Originally, he was worried about whether this guy would come here to arrange traps in advance, but it doesn't seem to be.

"Simons, tomorrow night, here is your place of burial, I will be the strongest of the Devil's Islands, and even the strongest of the Nolan continent." Alfred chilled, also riding on the mount go with.

To deal with Simmons, he has absorbed half of the power of the undead. He does not need any intrigue and tricks. He only needs to punch him to death.

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"What? Don't pick up customers today?! I have never heard that the succubus can refuse to pick up the passengers. If you refuse me, I will kill you. Even the swearing people who have no bodyguards will die. of."

A drunken demon opened a wooden door with one foot, then slammed the succubus fan standing at the door trying to block him from entering the door, reaching out and grabbing her hair and throwing her on the bed while taking off her clothes. On the other hand, he smiled and said: "The stunned succubus is born to be a **** of the male devil. What qualifications do you have to refuse? You should thank me for being lucky. I will wait for you to be comfortable. I will also reward you with two copper coins. You can continue to live despicably."

The succubus eyes, who had been slapped and slapped their faces, stared at the demon, staring at the devil, but with a hint of unwillingness and despair.

"No sound? I don't like dead fish." The demon raised his hand and wanted to give her a slap.

"puff."

A shiny knife tip stabbed from his heart, his movements stopped instantly, and some incredulously looked down at the tip of his heart.

"What is despicable is your self-righteous animals." A cold voice rang from behind him.

But before he turned back, the short knife had been pulled out, and the blood suddenly sprang from his nose, mouth and wounds. The devil licked his heart and fell to the ground, twitching in the pool of blood, completely devoid of breath.

"King of Meizu!" The eyes of the succubus light up.

"Get something, go with me." Angela looked at the succubus in bed and said.

"Good... good!" The succubus replied, and quickly climbed up from the bed, mentioning the cloth bag that had been placed aside, and did not forget to smash the devil when he went out.

The succubus strike caused a lot of demonic dissatisfaction

On such a hot night, they urgently need a place to vent, but the succubus that stood at the door to solicit the guests on weekdays closed the door.

For this small, unprotected race, the demons did not have much patience, so they began to slam the door and even took out their weapons and planned to demolish the house.

A figure with a short knife appeared in the alley, a younger succubus that is more beautiful than the succubus that I have seen in the past, and the demons who are screaming at the heat and nowhere to vent have turned back, revealing a coveted look.

Angela watched the demons sneer and smiled, rubbing their eyes and launching a charm on them.

The knife flashed, crossed the devil's throat, and pierced their hearts. In the twinkling of an eye, the devil of the entire alley was washed with blood.

"Sisters, go with me!" Angela said, looking at the succubuses who came out of the room with their small bags, headed in the direction of the port.

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