Law of the Devil
Chapter 600 [Cold Night Killer] (plus more, make up for arrears, ask for moon tickets ~)
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(This is more, make up for the previous debts ~)
Chapter 582 [Cold Night Killer]
Dewey's “illness” at this moment deprived him of his greatest dependence ever: his spiritual strength! After losing his spiritual strength, Dewey's senses were far less acute than before.
If it was in the past, this kind of assassin, let alone assassinate himself, didn't wait for the other party to get close to him, Dewey's powerful and acute mental strength would detect the other party's mind fluctuating and killing!
But now, Dewey's sensory acumen is almost equal to a normal ordinary person. And when he reacted, the assassin had it!
The dagger is stuck in the chest and the power is enormous. If it wasn't for Dewey's seat against the wall, I'm afraid we'd have to knock him straight back!
Moreover, under the action of fighting, Bobo, the jacket on Dewey's chest burst open suddenly, the cotton flock danced, the assassin's face was stiff, but his eyes were full of killing machines and squeamishes, the wrist holding the dagger trembled because of too much force, his fingers were white!
A few clicks, an assassin samurai able to fight, under his powerful blow, that powerful force, not even the wooden wheelchair under Dewey could withstand, several wooden shafts suddenly burst under a strong oscillation!
And at this moment, the only thought in Dewey's mind is: Assassin!
Who intended to kill me?
King Regent?!!
Chen, he intended to kill me?
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In the meantime, both of them appear to have solidified and stiffened.
The assassin's eyes were full of killing intent, and the dagger was stuck in Dewey's chest, and the impulse to fight was insane, pouring on Dewey's body!
Soon, however, the assassin thought he had it, but then his face suddenly changed!
The dagger was in his hand, but he could feel it clearly. The dagger in his hand was flashing on the chest of this tulip duke, but he couldn't get in!
His temper has all erupted. Dewey's top clothes and wheelchairs under his seat are bursting, but if he pushes hard, the dagger's sharp tip is still over Dewey's chest skin, which means he can't get into the flesh!!
For a while, the assassin seemed to have stayed.
“Who sent you? ”
Calm down, Dewey, suddenly asked in a cold tone.
The assassin reacted, did not answer, his eyes were even more decisive, the other hand had been quickly pinched into his fist, and he hit Dewey hard in the heart!
His punch, which contains his whole body of fighting, is the assassin's own estimation, such a punch, even if it strikes a rock, can cause the rock to burst with flowers!
However, Bo's voice, Dewey's dandruff was flying, but the fist was struck as if it were a bunch of cotton. The body of the target of the assassination was not hard, as soft as a normal person's skin, but the strength of this fist was still steadily blocked outside!!
“Who sent you.” Dewey looked like water and asked again.
Without answering, the assassin suddenly drew a dagger, but this time he stabbed it in Dewey's eye!
He made up his mind, even if your body is weird, but the eye is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body, such as the power of yourself, enough to pierce each other's eyes and break bones into the brain!!
But at this time, Dewey moved.
Though he has lost his magic and his body is not yet in full control… it is equivalent to a magician who has lost his magic, but has not come and learned martial arts.
There is no doubt that these days are indeed the weakest moments for Dewey.
But if you want to kill Dewey... now would not be a good time!
Because his body! That hundred steel bodies!
In the words of Old Chris, such a strong body of flesh can't even be practiced by the Divine Powerful. To hurt Dewey, a normal attack is completely null and void! Only those who are stronger than the Holy Order will hurt Dewey's flesh.
Dewey held the hand of the wheelchair armrest, but twisted slightly.
Ger's voice, the armrest of the wheelchair flicked over, two turquoise lights shook out, suddenly did not enter the assassin's chest, and then a green smoke scattered out.
The assassin's eyes converged and suddenly fell backwards, his body suddenly softened. A thump has fallen to the ground.
Dewey looked coldly at the assassin on the ground and moved a few points closer. His eyes were full of cold air and he drank word for word: "Who! Pie, you! Come on! ”
The assassin lay on the ground and looked deeply at Dewey. His eyes were full of unhappiness and wonder. He didn't seem to believe it. How could he not have killed each other with the fierce blows he had just made? Not even a scratch?
Him... He is clearly a very sick magician! And the other body has no defensive sensation!
However, after this unhappy glance, the assassin suddenly snorted and his eyes suddenly bit his teeth hard.
A few breaths, a strange red blood stain appeared in his mouth, his body held up twice and he broke his breath.
Dewey sat there quietly staring at the bodies on the ground with a layer of frost on his face!!
It's a trap!
That waiter who led himself in, no wonder he was so nervous on the way in, and trembled... but he was kind enough to think the other party was cold!! Take yourself to this remote place...
Is it the Regent? Prince Chen?
Dewey was reluctant to think that, hidden, his heart was always reluctant to break with that clever young monarch.
Did Prince Chen have any reason to kill himself?
What makes Dewey so cold... seems to be, yes!
If Prince Chen is really seriously ill, it seems that before his death, he also had motive to kill himself in order to clean his son's path of power!
After all, before successive generations of monarchs pass over, it is necessary to sweep Kwon Shen before the next generation of young monarchs come to power.
But……
No... not him, not him.
Dewey shook his head and turned his head quickly: If Prince Chen was going to kill himself, it would not be as simple as an assassin, and the court magician should have done it!
Dewey took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
After about a cup of tea, at last, several rotating court attendants came to this side palace and looked at them as if they were coming to clean up.
The men pushed the door in and suddenly saw the bodies on the ground, and they sat there with a grim expression on their face, the Duke of Tulip.
Then there was a shout...
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Soon, Dewey was picked up by a court guard from the Royal Forest Army, along with two Red Robe court magicians.
He was quickly taken to Prince Chen's study.
The Regent has learned of the situation. When he saw Dewey, Prince Chen's face was a little pale, and the smell of medicine in this study was intense - obviously in a hurry. Before Dewey came this time, Prince Chen forgot to open the window for ventilation.
“How did it happen? ”
Without a word of bullshit, Prince Chen immediately asked straight away.
Dewey took a deep breath, his divine colour was cold and invisible, not at all like he had just been assassinated, his tone was almost unusually calm, and he briefly took all that had just passed, from being invited in by a waiter from the main hall to being assassinated in that remote side hall.
Prince Chen immediately gave several orders to those around him.
Then, when the whole house went out, the Regent came over and stood in front of Dewey. The two were close. Prince Chen stared into Dewey's eyes and said:
“Not me! ”
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Not me.
It's a very deep sentence, but it's also very direct.
He didn't ask who Dewey suspected, and seemed to know that Dewey would definitely suspect himself.
But smart people and smart people don't have to talk nonsense. Prince Chen made his position clear in the most straightforward terms.
“Not me, I don't want to kill you. ”
The corner of Dewey's mouth tugged, as if smiling, and he looked back at the Regent, quietly, just like that.
The room calmed down, a dead silence...
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The guard's search will be back soon. The waiter who brought Dewey in from the ballroom has been found. Unfortunately, it's already a corpse, a cold corpse!
In this weather, when a person dies, the body becomes stiff very quickly. It doesn't matter if he was poisoned to death, killed himself, or killed by an accomplice.
Dewey simply confirmed that this man had brought himself in from the front. After that, he did not ask much, nor did he say much, but watched as the Regent was angry with his guards and court samurai, while Dewey did not say a word and remained silent.
Prince Chen is very angry, his anger should not be disguised. But Dewey, there is still a kind of... vigilance in mind!
Because just now, he thought of a place that made him feel a little cooler: whether he did it or not. However, Prince Chen... if he is really seriously ill and dying, he does have motive to kill himself!
Finally, after a one-by-one search order was issued, Prince Chen drove everyone away, even the close court magician, and he looked back at Dewey, and there was some anguish in his words: “I don't know how to convince you... someone tried to kill you, but that person, it really wasn't me! Dewey, I don't want to kill you. ”
“I know." Dewey nodded and his eyes finally got a little warm: “I believe you. ”
Prince Chen was a little relieved and he shrugged for a while: “You can't stay here all the time, and this can't be divulged... so that you've been in the back for too long, you have to go back to the ballroom immediately and pretend that nothing has happened. ”
Prince Chen looked at Dewey, his eyes were gentle, and he said positively: "Fortunately, you are well! If anything happens to you, I'm afraid..."
Dewey smiled as if his voice was blunt: "Fortunately, I'm not so prone to death. ”
Prince Chen smiled. He muttered for a moment and said: “I will go back with you. Well, didn't I lie about the assassin calling you in? Then I'll go out with you, and no one will suspect detection. This matter... must be kept confidential! ”
Dewey neither speaks nor objects.
Soon, Prince Chen and the Duke of Tulip returned to the banquet hall together. The movement of the two returned was huge. They swaggered through the side door and the squad of waiters followed.
In the ballroom, it still looks like a song and dance flat, soft and loud music and dancing nobility.
Dewey's face looked generous and even had a light smile, as if nothing had ever happened to him.
However, when he had just returned to his seat, Dewey sat steady and suddenly changed color!!
Just because he saw Little Emperor Charlie!
Charlie sat there, squeezing his fist tightly, his eyes were gloomy, his little face, his eye-corner muscles were beating... as if he was already a little out of control of his anger!
With Charlie's hazy eyes, Dewey looked and saw this scene:
His brother, Count Rawling of the future Empire, Gabriel, was embracing an English muse, and they were dancing with the music… In the music, Gabriel seemed from time to time to say something in the ear of the muse, with his gentle, eye-catching, elegant charm of a man.
And while Muse's face was still so cold and faint, his eyes were finally not as cold as before.
Watching them dance, Dewey suddenly felt an uncompressible headache!
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