The Dark King

The strong man has no pity for the heart of the jade, and his face is ugly. He grabbed the woman’s hair in one hand and slammed her fist towards her face in one hand. The moves were simple and rough. When each fist was retracted, the thick blood was sticking to him like silk. On his fist, and then returned to the woman’s face with his fist.

The woman screamed in pain and hugged the arm of the strong man to struggle, but it seemed to shake an iron wall without any effect.Her struggle quickly weakened, and the screaming stopped slowly, and the arm that embraced the strong man slumped weakly, leaving only a slight painful moan.

"Break her head!!"

"Work harder, harder!"

The call from the audience was crazy.

The strong man glanced around, and his eyes fell on the woman in his hand again. He raised his fist and smashed it hard against her forehead, punching again and again, and stopped until the back of the hand became numb. The woman at this time stopped even moaning and lost her breath.

The strong man let go of the hand holding her hair, the woman fell down, fell heavily on the stage, her head was crooked, a face that had been beaten and shattered, she looked at the barbed wire and the barbed wire weakly. Outside the excited roaring face, only one eye left was drooping, empty and empty.

No one noticed that there was a figure flashing in her dark pupil like a mirror.

Behind the auditorium of this small underground arena, there is a narrow aisle. Behind the aisle is a circular wall surrounded by four sides. At every distance, the wall has a spacious passage. At this moment, some people leave the auditorium and turn to enter. In the dark passage behind, the rest of them were still sitting in the auditorium, excitedly preparing to watch the next scene.

The dark passages are inlaid with sparse fluorite, which looks much more expensive than cheap oil lamps. The promenade is extremely deep and has several forks. Those who come here are obviously familiar with these forks and go to where they want to go.

Prana walked to the leftmost branch promenade. On the wall of this promenade, there was a door at every distance, obviously there was a room inside.Prana walked to the door of the dark golden patterned room with the number "108" engraved on it, and as soon as he approached it, he heard a burst of childish crying inside. He sighed in his heart, knowing that the adult was addicted to playing again.

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

A moment later, a violent voice came from the room, "Who doesn't have long eyes and wants to die? Ah?"

Prana quickly and respectfully said: "Adult, it's me. Lord Rukland asked me to talk to you." Although Rukeland is a surname, after adding "Adult", there is no doubt that it is Rukeland- Ster.

"Come in!" The violent voice inside was low and full of suppressed anger.

The door was opened from the inside, and a young fair-skinned knight looked at Prana with a smile and said softly, "Sir, please."

"Thank you." Plana did not dare to neglect, knowing that this man is the confidant of this adult, and his favorite man.

He entered the room, and the childish voice that I had heard faintly before was suddenly clearer. I saw that this was a very spacious room with a large bed, several wardrobes, and some strange The shelf of utensils, as well as a weapon rack, the things on the shelf are not swords, but long whips and ropes with dense iron thorns.

At first glance, it looks like the prison room where the prisoner was interrogated.

Prana looked over to the bed, and saw a slender middle-aged man leaning on the big bed, with two small figures around his arms, actually a seven- or eight-year-old girl, and a four or five-year-old girl. The little boys with milky faces on both sides, the skin of these two children is relatively clean, obviously not from poor people, and there are no dark spots on their hands and faces, and they look extremely cute.

However, at the moment, there were obvious tears on the faces of the two children, and the dark, dark eyes were full of fear. When the palms of middle-aged people touched their hair, the fear in their eyes increased.

In addition to the two children, there were three children on the bed, but they were all sitting on the edge of the bed, their bodies curled up, trembling, and sobbing.

Prana glanced. Although he felt uncomfortable, he did not frown. His appearance was extremely calm. If he changed to the one he had ten years ago, he would not be able to be so upset now.

"Sir, Lord Lucland, let me tell you, Lord Pope has news." Prana said respectfully.

The middle-aged man in the bed raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered, "Is it dead or alive?"

Hearing his rude remarks, Prana was not surprised, and still respectfully said: "The body of the Pope seems to be intact. After the blessing ceremony was held at Martha Square, he disappeared again."

"Huh? What's going on?" The middle-aged man said unpleasantly: "This old guy has nothing to do with food, what is running around?"

Prana respectfully said: "Admiral Lukeland let the younger talk, please tell me in the past."

"It's annoying!" The middle-aged man was a little impatient, but after all, he still sat up slowly from the bed and squeezed the soft faces of the two children with his hands. The irritability in his eyes suddenly turned to greed and desire. He Licking his lips, hugged the little girl and kissed hard.

The little girl was so frightened to resist that she pushed her hand on his chest, but how could you shake him half a point?

Suddenly, the little girl screamed and burst into tears.

At this time, the middle-aged man let go of his mouth, but his mouth contained half a piece of soft flesh and chewed gently, a little girl's lips.

"Delicious." The middle-aged man closed his eyes and chewed with great pleasure. After chewing, he swallowed, and then slowly opened his eyes. He touched the head of the little girl who was crying with pain, and his eyes showed a fatherly doting, softly. Tao: "Be good, be obedient, you know?"

The little girl kept crying, crying in pain, and burst into tears.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and got up to get out of bed. He walked barefoot on the clean wooden floor and said to the fair-skinned young knight by the door: "Take my clothes."

The young knight nodded respectfully, took a luxurious suit from the closet next to him, and dressed him.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand like a hanger, enjoying his service, and when he tied himself a tie, he asked, "Aren't you jealous?"

"How could it be." The young knight's face was red.

The middle-aged man smiled, covered his tie and adjusted it personally. He looked at his dress against the mirror outside the wardrobe and was more satisfied. Then he took the precision mechanical watch from the master's crafts next to him, then put on his hat and looked Elegant temperament.

"Go," the middle-aged man said.

The young knight glanced at the five children on the bed and said, "Then they?"

"As usual, kill and feed the small loach." The middle-aged man said casually, and after turning around the button with his sleeves turned, he was ready to go out.

"Don't wear your clothes, why are you in such a hurry to go out?" A plain voice sounded.

The middle-aged man heard this voice, without looking at it, looked down, and suddenly saw the buttons of his clothes were not fastened. He frowned, sullen, and suddenly, the young knight behind him cried in surprise: "You, who are you?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged talent reacted suddenly, his body froze, looked up, and suddenly saw the door by some time, standing with a figure in a black robe all over his body, a loose hood covering most of them His face revealed a fair and handsome chin.

"Is the superintendent sent by the monastery so weak in perception?" Du Dean lifted his hood and looked at the middle-aged man indifferently. "The button was wrong from the first one and twisted to the last one. Are you too numb, or have you not seen Qu Zhi already?"