Law of the Devil

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The second one arrives today

Chapter 256: Poor Eloise

Back in Lancheng, it was the eighth day after the Golden Dragon was promised.

When Dewey got back, there were a lot of things to take care of, and the first important thing was to interrogate the assassin who was caught by herself.

However, as the first step into the house, I heard that Rodriguez really came looking for himself. The surprise in Dewey's heart was so great that he immediately left everything behind and went to see the Holy Knight in the first place!

Tall man! After all, he's a tall man!

The only two remaining Saints on the continent are in their own pockets!

However, when Dewey Xing rushed into the sight of the Saint Knight, he saw the right hand of the handicap, which was not concealed at all, still sinking in his heart!

Is he so badly hurt?

Hussein never told himself!

“Are you looking at my hand?” Rodriguez smiled very gently, and his easy path broke Dewey's mind: “You must be thinking now: it's easy to have a strong fighter, but strength... right? ”

Dewey smiled bitterly and sighed, sitting beside Rodriguez.

Soon he discovered a slight difference.

Dewey has seen this knight twice before. The first time we met was just in a hurry, and this Rodriguez met Prince Chen, and that time, Dewey was busy dealing with the black magician under the Grand Prince. So the first time we met, we weren't too impressed with the saint. It's just that the momentum of the other party at the time is absolutely unforgettable.

And the second time, beneath the Imperial City, with countless eyes, the saint showed unreserved strength, and a Class IX fighter was easily killed in front of him… and then he flew away.

No one will forget a scene like this.

Rodriguez, at that time, was like a sword, a sharp blade, although he had deliberately laid low, but the kind of slaughter on him could not be concealed!

But now Rodriguez in front of me...

Dewey had a strange feeling in her heart. This middle-aged man in front of you... is he really the saint knight you know?

The forceful rays on his body seemed to have completely disappeared. It's like losing all the sharp swords... without the sharp edges, without the sharp energy. He seemed like such a pale, quiet middle-aged man.

“I guess you're a little disappointed right now.” Rodriguez laughed.

“Not disappointed.” Dewey shook his head: “Just had some shock... your hand?” Coughing, Dewey slowly said, “I can't think of anyone who could chop your hand off! There's only one guy in the world that I can think of... but that old lizard, it's unlikely to make it to the mainland. ”

“I chopped off my right hand myself. ”

Rodriguez's answer surprised Dewey!!

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“You… yourself?” Dewey swallowed his own saliva.

A martial artist… even if he has been promoted to holy rank. Even the mighty of the Holy Order, with their left or right hands… will not have much effect on the strength of the Holy Order. After all, the Holy Order has broken through pure strength and weakness, focusing more on “understanding” of power.

But anyway, for a knight who uses a sword, he loses his most accustomed right hand… his famous stunt "Sigh of the Frost Moon”, how much power is left?!

“I remember I asked Hussein to bring you a beauty under the moon.” Rodriguez's voice seemed faintly lost, and then he laughed again and smiled calmly as the wind: “When I gave up this sword, I was ready to give up my right hand. ”

Dewey still looked a little confused, Rodriguez said softly: "The beauty of the moon, this sword, should not have belonged to me. My teacher just ‘lent’ me this sword. And today, instead of helping me, this sword has become a shackle to my strength. ”

He lifted his right hand, shaking his wrist gently and mocking himself: “This is really a hard decision to make. When I've had the frost fight, the frost moon sighs. I already possess swordsmanship that can cross the horizon. At a time like this, let me get rid of it myself… I'm afraid few people can resist the temptation - I can't resist it myself! So, in order to extinguish my mind, I simply cut off my right hand completely! So that I can truly get out of the shadow of Beauty Under the Moon. ”

This logic, Dewey, seems to understand nothing, but with Hussein present, Rodriguez's words can already be fully understood.

When you already have a golden mountain, can you give up when you have the strength to say give up?

I'm afraid not.

Though incomprehensible, Dewey was also shocked by the Holy Knight's unstoppable perseverance and could not help sighing and saying nothing.

He concealed the usual cup of tea and smiled bitterly: "Well, Lord Rodriguez, I heard Hussein say that you were entrusted to help me in the northwest. This thing shouldn't be fake, right? Don't make me happy. ”

Rodriguez laughed, “I don't have my right hand, but believe me, I'm not going to be a useless piece of crap. Duke, if you don't mind, I'd like to stay with you in the future. ”

All right!

Dewey, that's a real relief. After all, it is the strength of the Holy Knight. Even if he abandons his right hand in pursuit of higher martial arts goals, the strength of the Holy Order is still there.

“I have one more question.” Dewey suddenly remembers one thing: “This question has been bothering me lately... and I'm afraid you're the only one who can answer it. ”

Speaking of which, Dewey took a deep breath: "Your unique schooling, frost fighting, and 'frost moon sigh’ … have you ever received an apprentice or taught these stunts to anyone else? I met a young man recently, and his frost fighting has been quite impressive. ”

To Dewey's disappointment, Rodriguez frowned tightly and shook his head: "No! My martial arts are taught by my teachers. I didn't teach anyone… I don't think my teacher should have done it again. His disciples are numerous, but I seem to be the only one to learn martial arts. ”

“Who is your teacher? ”

Rodriguez smiled slightly: "Blue Sea. ”

Ding!

With a crisp voice, Dewey's cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

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When Dewey and Rodriguez had finished their long conversation, Dewey came out of the room with a gloomy complexion and a long sigh of gloom in her eyes.

“Damn... Frost fight, Snow Mountain disciple... Shit, this is so fucking complicated! Sebastian studied the martial arts of the Great Snow Mountains, so is Lugo also related to the Great Snow Mountains? ”

Things… are really big.

At Rodriguez's request, he was given an independent courtyard practice in the castle, and the first thing after Dewey was to interrogate the poor assassin.

If the assassin is from Snow Mountain... then Lugo is also from Snow Mountain... what is the relationship?!

Big Snow Mountain assassins assassinate Big Snow Mountain disciples?

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Alou has eaten enough. Since she was captured by this tulip duke, on her way back to Watt City, for eight days, she had been stuffed in a large, sealed barrel filled with some smelly grass and herself tied down like a stump. Though there was an air hole in the barrel, several times she was almost smothered.

This loathsome tulip duke... what exactly does he want to do with himself?

Eight days later, the nobleman ignored himself, as if he had ignored himself after he had taken him back.

But... there's a hint of luck in Ira's heart. Luckily he didn't interrogate himself anymore! The last time I was interrogated, it was embarrassing. Although I have been trained since I was a child, I know to make full use of my woman's body weapon at all times... However, this little nobleman stripped himself of his clothes that day, that look...

Allou knew very well that it was not the eyes of lust or carnal desire. On the contrary, when this little nobleman looks at himself, his eyes are clear… even cold. With a deep mockery and drama.

It's like... it's like a cat looking at a mouse under its paw!

Whether it's expectations or fears. When Dewey “questioned” Aaron again, after a few days, from initial panic to later desperate tranquillity, Aaron asked himself that he was mentally prepared.

So when Dewey walked into the cell, watching his hands shackled and his body resting on the wall, he was already extremely sexy, forming a tempting “big” shape of Alou, which Dewey could not have imagined. This is how Alou saw his first sentence.

Well, when Dewey walked into the cell, Allou had his big eyes open, and his eyes were more appropriately described as “fate" or “self-indulgence” than as brave.

“You… are you finally going to rape me! ”

Dwight: “………"

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Had it not been taken into account that the deterrent power of an “interrogator” would have been maintained. When Dewey heard such a girl say such a very “puffy” word, the first reaction almost rolled with laughter.

“What did you say... rape? Am I right? Did you say the word 'rape’?” Dewey smiled forcefully, but such a move filled his expression with weirdness and appeared more than enough to make the female prisoner feel uneasy.

“Had to be!” Alou barely raised his head to cover his inner panic with this disguised power: “Isn't this the most effective way to deal with a woman's captivity? You must think so! ”

Excellent figure… However, it seems that this captive woman's mind is also “excellent".

Dewey sighed. Is Snow Mountain crazy? To send such a simple girl to carry out the task.

With great interest, Dewey deliberately approached Ello and his nose was almost on Ello's face. Then smile maliciously and look up and down carefully at this tempting body in front of you...

This look is very picky...

Alou's first reaction was to make herself feel strange.

As if they were not appreciating... but picky! As if this abominable nobleman was looking at himself with a harsh, picky, almost dissatisfied look!

The look of this, instead, suppressed the outburst of resentment for many days!

He's unhappy? What's his disqualification? My body was practiced with countless hard work! Even the people on Snow Mountain think they are superb! Such a seductive appearance is enough to give you the greatest advantage in carrying out your mission!

Anyway... he's still unhappy?!

Despite these messy thoughts in his heart, Ariel couldn't help but live under Dewey's eyes and strangle a pair of long, firm legs tightly.

“Your terms are good.” Dewey sighed long after watching.

Listen to the word "praise," and all of a sudden, Allo's eyes are suddenly filled with tears. This is a complicated humiliation.

He tied himself up like a dead dog and threw it in a barrel after being stripped naked by this little nobleman that day! In the past few days, Allou was still wearing that hot set of red clothes, stuck in a barrel for a few days, making her feel like she was snoring. Those dusty grass stained her...

Even if you want to behead, can you give yourself a shower first?!

“You're lucky today.” Dewey held his arms and took a few steps back, a move that relieved Alou in the dark: “I had a bad news today. Before I came here, I had thought about fixing you up, just in time to let go of my anger. But... you're in luck. When I walked in the door, your first words made me happy. That makes me happy, so I can leave you alone today. However..."

Dewey gently lifted her hand and gently scratched her fingers apart, shouting, and the iron cuffs worn on Arrow's wrist made a crisp cracking sound that opened.

“I'll give you a chance, a chance to save yourself. Now you can make yourself comfortable. I'll have paper and pens delivered later. You write down everything about you on paper… I need to know everything about where you came from, what's going on behind the snow mountain. I don't want to waste my time asking you one by one. If you're smart, write for yourself. Write as much as you know. Anything, anything you know, even some details... even how you people pour the toilet on Snow Mountain, you write it all down! I'll give you three days to write these things, and I'll come and see you in three days...”

Speaking of which, Dewey paused deliberately and looked at the female prisoner's expression: “But if three days later I get this thing and it doesn't satisfy me... Dear Miss Arrow, you're going to suffer a lot. ”

After all this, Dewey actually took a step forward, grabbing Errol's chin gently with one hand, lifting her head up, under the eyes of persecution, and leaving Errol's frightened gaze hidden.

Later, in a whisper from Allou, Dewey's hand glided down her chin, gently resting on the proud curve of her chest for a while...

Damn... damn bastard! He even squeezed hard!!

Retracted his hand, Dewey deliberately sniffed it in front of his nose, then sighed sadly, looking at the poor female prisoner, mocking: “Uh... dear Miss Arrow, I have to offer you a suggestion... you, it's time to take a bath! ”

After that, with a long smile, Dewey left the cell, and before the door closed, a message from Dewey came from afar.

“Humph, 35D... remember, you have three days, if you can't satisfy me by then... I promise you, you will suffer ten times more than what you say ‘rape’. ”

Bang, the cell door was heavily closed. Alou was scared and scared, but he couldn't help but come up with an idea that made him confused.

What does this bastard mean by "35D”...?

(Er... said 8,000 more, and the two chapters exceeded the standard... 9,000 words ah 9,000 words... suddenly found that I was used to writing more every day, it was difficult to reduce the speed, I was used to nature... Don't, such a habit can tire people...

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