The Dark King

"It should be that he is too good, you worry that you can't control it." Du Di'an looked indifferent, but there was a deep meaning in his words, "The weapon is sharp, which is a good thing. If you worry about being unable to control it, try to destroy it, so as not to be used by others. That is sad and incompetent, what do you think?"

"What you are saying is that you can't think of your young age and know more than me." Richelieu smiled and smiled, and took the opportunity to compliment Du Dean. Anyway, compliment is not money, but it will bring benefits to yourself, regardless of the object. Is it a friend or an enemy?

Seeing that he was so humble and restrained, Du Dian raised his eyebrows slightly and took out a small iron bottle from his pocket. He said, "This is a sleeping pill. I'm going out. You take a rest here and wait for me to come back." "

Richelieu glanced at the small black iron bottle in his hand and smiled reluctantly: "I have fully loyal to you and will never betray you. Besides, we are already standing on a boat. If I betray you It’s a dead end. I can’t go back to the monastery anymore. If you’re really worried, you can send someone to watch me.”

"No one here is stronger than you." Du Dian said indifferently: "Your words are right. If you are really a wise man, you really shouldn't betray me, because then you will die! But, I can't take my Net worth lives on a person who is not sure whether he is really smart or stupid, can you understand?"

Richelieu said, smiled bitterly: "Okay, I eat." After taking the small iron bottle unscrewed, two black pills were poured out of the pill. The pill exuded a strange fragrance. He glanced at him and dropped his head. In the entrance.

"The weight is not enough." Du Di An said: "Although this is made by the big potionist, only one can make the advanced hunter comatose, but your physique is too high, this bottle, you are welcome."

Richelieu's mouth twitched slightly, and saw Du Di'an's undoubted gaze, knowing that it was useless. When the whole bottle was about to be poured into his mouth, he chewed slowly and swallowed, while hiding some behind the tooth in his mouth, hoping to swallow The next part will not let yourself fall asleep.

Soon, the drowsy drowsiness slowly struck, and Richer sighed secretly in his heart, pretending to be extremely sleepy, turned and walked to the sofa, his body crooked, fell to the sofa, and soon a slight snoring sounded.

"It's really quick to see results." The nicotine next to him exclaimed.

Du Dian glanced at Richelieu's feet and said indifferently: "Pretend to sleep, go, get the things in my basement."

"Pretend to sleep?" Nicotine froze, noticed where Du Dean glanced, turned his head, and soon woke up, only to see Richelieu's body lying on the sofa very well, although he slept quickly, but fell down The posture is not unbiased, and the distance between the sole of the foot and the sofa is very close, and the shoes are almost taken off-how can a person who is so sleepy that he falls directly, how can he think about the fallen sleeping position?

Thinking of this, when I saw Richelieu still sleeping on the sofa, a strange expression appeared on his face. I did not expect that the pope would have such a bad time.

At the same time, some admire Du Dean, instead of his words, he will never see at a glance that the pope is pretending to be sleeping, and he has not even thought about it. Such a halo legend will actually disguise.

"What are you still doing?" Du Dean frowned.

Nicotine hurriedly said: "Yes." He quickly hurried towards the basement and quickly turned back, holding a few syringes in his hand.

Du Di'an grabbed one, which was a light green liquid, and also a liquid body after the decomposition of Sangling leaves.This liquid body is different from the hay body made of "cigarettes". The first is that it works quickly and is directly injected into the blood. Unless it is someone with the ability to control the magic marks of the blood in the body, it is difficult to get rid of the mulberry leaf component in the blood. There is no way to get rid of this demand.

Cigarettes made from hay bodies require a certain amount of inhalation to accumulate certain components in the blood, which is addictive and slow to achieve results. However, the advantages are quick and convenient production, and the waste of the liquid body can be disposed of without waste.

For people who are already addicted, hay cigarettes are better, just like the primer of a bomb, which can directly detonate the strong cravings in their blood.

Du Di'an prefaced Richelieu's arm and squeezed it with his hand. He quickly saw the prominent vein. He injected into the vein and said, "Is it pretending to sleep, it depends on your performance."

Richelieu was shocked when he heard Du Di'an say "pretend to sleep". At this moment, he peeped at what Du Dian injected himself. It was even cooler in his heart. I did not expect this boy to be so nasty!

Soon, the unbearable but itchy itch slowly crawled out of the body. This time it was stronger than last time. It spread from the internal organs to the whole body. It seemed that all parts were eaten by countless insects. Bite, unbearable.

He tried his best to endure, but his body shivered uncontrollably. He knew that he could no longer hide. He simply sat up and rubbed his arms and neck and neck with his hands. He begged Du Dean: "I was wrong. , Please, give me an antidote, I know it’s wrong."

"You're really not smart." Du Dean shook his head slightly.

Where did Richelieu still take Dudean's sarcasm, only to feel that the whole body was itchy, and he wanted to peel off his skin. His eyes were red, and he took Dudean's arm, begging: "Please, give Let me cure you, please!"

"If you are willing to kneel down and show complete surrender, I can consider it." Du Di'an said indifferently.

Hearing Du Dean's words, the nicotine next to him was so startled that he made the pope kneel?!

Richelieu stiffened and looked up at Du Dean incredulously, but he saw that the expression of the teenager seemed to be immortalized in coldness and indifference. He was angry in his heart and released Du Dean's hand. He lowered his head tightly and tightly. Clench your teeth.

Time passes by one minute and one second.

Richelieu only felt that the itching on his body was getting stronger and stronger. On the contrary, the previous strong humiliation and anger, but getting weaker and weaker, slowly subsided, and finally the mind was full of only itching, he couldn't help it. He stretched his hand again and scratched his body. His nails quickly scratched the skin, but he didn't feel pain. Instead, he felt a comfortable feeling. He gritted his teeth and kept scratching.

Soon, he felt wet and hot on his fingers. When he looked down, he was startled. He saw all the blood on his arms. Some places had been caught very deeply, and the flesh was fuzzy, but He felt no pain at all.

"If I go on like this, I will kill myself alive." An idea came up in his heart, and he immediately stopped, but the itchiness all over his body was more intense. It seemed that the entire heart was being gnawed by insects. He couldn't help shrinking into a ball, which seemed to slow down this feeling.

"Give you another three minutes to consider." Du Dean's voice sounded.

Richelieu was lying on the bright red carpet by the sofa, and he looked up and looked forward with difficulty. He saw Du Dean standing a few meters away, holding a cigarette wrapped in expensive snow paper in his hand. The cigarette butt was lit and light. Breathing lightly, the misty smoke inhaled from his mouth and exhaled again, making it look a little blurry.

The cigarette that Du Diyan smoked was not made by Sang Lingye, but it was made by him alone and is really similar to the cigarettes of the old era. It has little harm and low addiction, and it is easy to quit.

Seeing Du Dean sucking cigarettes, Richelieu instantly felt like there were countless bugs crawling on his throat, and itching was unbearable. He couldn't help wanting to scratch his throat, but thinking of the shocking blood stains on his arm, he still held back and tried hard He thumped on the ground and snarled in a low voice. At this moment, he hadn't thought about it at all, why Du Di'an was not poisoned, but he would take the "antidote".

"Last minute." Du Dean pulled out a mulberry leaf cigarette from his pocket, which was already wrapped in straw paper. He walked to Richelieu, his fingers loosened, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

When Richelieu saw the cigarette falling down, his eyes straightened, and he quickly reached out to pick it up.

Before he touched his palm, the toes of a leather shoe stepped on, stepped on the cigarette, twisted slightly, flattened the cigarette, and then slowly moved it away.

Richelieu stared at this scene with a daze, and suddenly felt an unstoppable anger and humiliation flooding his chest, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes red and glared at Du Dean, but what he saw was still the indifferent ice. Face.

He gritted his teeth, even his teeth, and wanted to break his face with a punch, but he knew that if he hadn't hit him, he would be defeated first.

Time passed slowly in the stalemate, humiliation and anger slowly weakened again, the hunger and the desire to demand turned into the voice of the devil, and he hypnotized himself repeatedly in his mind, as long as he took a sip, he would be relieved.

No one here saw that he didn't lose face...

Moreover, he lost to him long ago, and he has no face to save...

His boots are clean and not stepped on...

He stretched out his hand slowly, trembling, picked up the flattened cigarette, covered it in the palm of his hand, and there was a trace of moisture in his eyes, and at the same time vigorously hatred and killing, but he lowered his head, Do not dare to make Dudian aware.

With a click, a box of matches was thrown in front of him.

Du Dean turned back to Helissa by the door and said to Nicotine: "Go to the basement to get another bottle of sleeping pills."

"Yes." Nicotine was busy with his promise, and after secretly glancing at the pope, who was already kneeling on the ground unconsciously, his eyes were a bit complicated and frightened.

Richelieu couldn't wait to light a cigarette, put it in his mouth and sucked it up. He instantly felt ascended from hell to heaven. The unbearable itching and the crazy sense of emptiness disappeared instantly. Only the light fluttering seemed like the comfort of falling into the clouds. Feeling, there is no trace of pain, it seems that the soul is free from the body and soars in the sky.

Du Di'an looked at Li Sai's drunken face, and there was a touch in his eyes. He knew that the two injections of the Sangling leaf liquid had completely penetrated into his blood and could no longer be quit, and each injection was completed. Later, when the drug-addiction was committed, he let him endure again and again to the limit, and finally gave him re-sucking the sangling leaves of the hay body. This kind of detoxification and re-taking will only make the drug-addiction become Bigger, harder to resist!

Moreover, the effect brought about by this thing has already been manifested. It is not only intoxicating and unable to extricate oneself, but also kills a person's willpower, spirit and other aspects.

After the nicotine retrieved the sleeping pill, Du Dean asked him to take Richelieu who had finished smoking Sang Lingye cigarettes, and soon, Richelieu fell asleep.

Du Dean explained a few words to Nicotine, and led Helissa away from the castle.

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In an old castle in the small town of Run.

This is a small town around the prosperous West District of the business district. Although it is a town, it is extremely prosperous. The people living in this town are either rich or expensive. The priests of the Tribunal, as well as the priests of the Bright Holy See, and a The soldiers patrolling the team are very safe. There has been no attack by the dark believers for more than a decade, let alone robber robbery and thieves.

The lord of the town is the Lukeland family. This surname is very famous, and it is almost unknown in the upper class of nobility. Lukeland-Stern, one of the eight cardinals of the bright church, is the contemporary patriarch of the family. .

At this moment, in the basement of a main castle in the family family castle of Rukland, warm cheers sounded outside a round platform. This is an extremely spacious underground plaza, built exactly like the outside arena, and the high dome is inlaid with The densely expensive fluorite, the shimmering light illuminates the inside brighter, and at the same time a bit dark and hazy.

At the moment, on the round platform of the arena surrounded by iron wire, a strong man with a height of nearly two meters wrestled with a petite woman with a body of less than one meter seven. This woman has a wheat complexion, brown hair and a civilian appearance. There are many scars on the body, but the most striking is her wearing, extremely exposed, only a tube top on the upper body, and only a short underwear on the lower body.

The brawny man's dress was equally rudimentary, with a naked upper body and short pants, revealing swollen dragon-like muscles, like a humanoid tank.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill her!"

"Kill this bitch!"

The audience shouted loudly, and some people covered their mouths as microphones, making their voices louder.

Most of these people have blond hair, wear expensive silk clothes, wear jewelry such as gold, silver and jade, and have extraordinary temperament, but at this moment they are like a group of bulls in heat, calling with furious exhaustion.

Boom!

The strong man seized the opportunity and hit his fist hard on the woman's abdomen.

The woman suddenly coughed up a bit of blood, and her body was bent into shrimp.

The brawny man was stern and merciless. He caught her hair and punched her in the face with a punch. The woman's nasal bones shattered and blood flowed.

Seeing this fierce battle with a disparity in power, the cheers of the audience were even more crazy, and countless people shouted in excitement. At the same time, some people threw gold coins on the barbed wire, and the gold coins fell on the stage, and they were very beautiful.

"Fight, beat her chest!"

"Fight the bitch fiercely and crush her body!"

The audience shouted excitedly.