The world of mercenaries: evildoers, please respect yourself

Chapter 22 Demon Man (14)

The wind was like a gentle woman's hand, and the clothes that were wet and tight on her body gradually became dry and warm. After walking for a while, Yue Shuli heard the sound of torches burning, and a dull air flow poured from the opening of the passage. In, with a black breath, illusion...

Yue Shuli knew who was inside, so she walked out unhurriedly, and sure enough, she saw the seductive and fierce man standing there with his back facing her. At this moment, there was an old man beside him, wearing a bull-head mask, who couldn't see He knew his face clearly, but he could tell that his martial arts were very unfathomable, because he had never even landed on the ground, and the soles of his shoes were only a few centimeters away from the ground.

Yue Weili thinks this country is really weird. There are so many masters and this annoying man who knows magic, occupying the top of the power, but thousands of soldiers below are mediocre ordinary people. Such a Yuewu country can keep Are you not being invaded?

Eh, what does it matter to her that Yuewu is immortal?

Yue Shuli sneered disdainfully, and looked around. This is a temple deep in the bottom of the lake, but the people enshrined are all demons, with green faces and long fangs, or fat and gloomy, like black charcoal. The top of the temple is very high, and the There are many terrible patterns engraved, such as digging out the hearts of living people to serve the gods, or tying people to stone tablets full of spells and sinking them into the bottom of the lake.

"What are you looking at?" The man who knew sorcery had come to her at some point, his fierce and seductive eyes looked at her indifferently, but slowly became tainted with a hint of ridicule.

"Oh, I have taken this kind of sacrifice and practice of illusion before, but this is just a theory." Yue Shuli moved his eyes to the man in front of him indifferently, but it turned out that he was so tall, he hadn't noticed it before, and he was so tall. The feet are two heads taller than themselves.

Yue Shuli took a step back calmly, and looked at him calmly and gracefully: "You let the black cat lure me here on purpose, what do you want?"

The man did not expect Yue Shuli to be so calm, but the fierce eyes full of sternness never restrained in the slightest: "It's actually very simple, I want the bloodstone necklace on your mistress's chest."

"Can that necklace curb your illusion?" Yue Shuli said indifferently.

"You—" a strong and cold hand grabbed Yue Shuli's neck fiercely, and almost dug it into her flesh, "Don't think about playing tricks on me because of this, because...you are different from him... "

(End of this chapter)