son-in-law of blood

Chapter 108 The evening dress from hell!

"boom!"

Arnold shattered the wooden table beside him with his palm in shock, and looked at the handsome and elegant young man in front of him in disbelief, his lips became paler.

Hellen squinted his eyes halfway, and asked, "As I am now, am I qualified to recruit you as my subordinate?"

After a long silence, Arnold nodded and said, "You are qualified to talk to me on an equal footing!"

Hillen frowned slightly, it seemed that he still underestimated the difficulty of recovering such a fourth-level demon hunter.

No wonder, after all, a lunatic who dared to seal the demons in hell into his body would not easily submit to others.

Hearon stopped Hepburn, who was not in a good mood, and asked, "Then what do you mean?"

Arnold raised his head and said proudly: "Defeat me! Of course, it's with your own strength, not that fourth-order vampire!"

Helen pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "I agree, but I hope you don't break your promise, otherwise I will let you know the consequences of deceiving me!"

Arnold proudly said: "I am a [Hunter]!"

Hellen nodded slightly, swearing by his profession, this Arnold is a man of temperament.

Throwing a gold coin to Arnold casually, Hillen said loudly:
"Go to the town to have a good meal, pack up, and come to the Lord's Mansion after dark, I will wait for you there!"

Arnold took the gold coin, and there was a bit of strangeness in his eyes.

Helen didn't stay any longer, and pulled Hepburn to turn around and leave.

On the way, Hepburn asked suspiciously: "When did you study demon hunters so deeply? Strange, I can't even see what's wrong with this man, let alone what demon he sealed."

Hellen plucked Hepburn's hair, then pointed to his head and said, "I don't know, since I advanced to [Hell Poet], there have been a lot of strange information in my head, and I can also see a lot of things. weird stuff."

Hepburn pursed her lips and said, "Could it be the inherited memory? Strange, I haven't heard that you can get the inherited memory if you change jobs?"

Hellen rubbed his chin and speculated: "Perhaps the profession of hell poet is quite special. After all, with the word hell, he must be somewhat sensitive to creatures like demons. It's not surprising to have more similar memories."

Hepburn nodded, and stopped asking, and asked instead: "Then do you have confidence in fighting that Arnold? Do you need..."

Helen frowned: "What do you need to do?"

Hepburn took it for granted: "Poison his food, isn't it your idea to let him go to the town to have a good meal first?"

Helen rubbed Hepburn's head viciously, pretending to be fierce, and said: "Silly woman, when do I need such indecent means? I let him eat to let him feel my kindness to him, and it is also convenient. It will be better to subdue him in the future, why do you want to go to the place where he was poisoned." Xieren looked full of hatred.

Hepburn stuck out her tongue resentfully, and said pitifully, "Okay, okay, I know I was wrong, stop rubbing..."

Looking at Hepburn's beautiful and delicious appearance, Xieren couldn't help moving his index finger, thinking about whether he should also give himself an extra meal.

Noticing Helen who was faintly turning into a wolf, Hepburn exclaimed, folded her hands on her chest, and said in a panic: "You still have to fight with others in a while, don't mess around."

Helen raised her eyebrows, and after thinking about it carefully, she let Hepburn go, but the daily pre-dinner snacks are still indispensable.

All the way together, the two of them returned to the temporary Lord's Mansion.

After returning to the mansion, Hellen didn't bother Hepburn anymore, but came to a quiet room alone, calmed down, and began to restore his state.

After all, it was his first battle since he changed his job to [Hell Poet], and it was still a step-up battle. Hellen was still a little excited. It was about the first general he had recovered, so he had to make adequate preparations. , Let this Arnold willingly recognize himself as the boss!

Hearing Hepburn's shout, Xieren opened his eyes, a gleam flashed across them, heaved a long sigh of relief, got up and left the quiet room.

Smiling confidently at Hepburn, Hellen walked towards the door.

At this time, Arnold has changed from the previous decadent and messy, the beard on his chin has been shaved off, and the whole person has obviously had a good scrub in the bathroom.

His muscular figure was covered with a pair of dark brown leather armor, and he carried a black longbow on his back. The whole person looked majestic and majestic without anger, giving people a feeling of calmness like a mountain.

Walking in and seeing Arnold's appearance clearly, Hellen nodded in satisfaction, yes, this looks like his future subordinate.

"After all, my cultivation level is one level higher than yours, so I won't use bows and arrows in this fight!" Arnold said after seeing Hillen standing still.

Then he carefully took off the pitch-black longbow from his body, and handed him over to several servants standing aside.

"Good life to take care of!"

Arnold asked in a condensed voice.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly, his body sank, and he stared fixedly at the man in front of him.

Xillen also let out a long sigh of relief, a silver light flashed in his eyes, and his left arm turned into a dragon claw in an instant.

"Bloodline?"

Arnold snorted lightly.

While Arnold was in a daze, Helen's body was covered with black light, and suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, he rushed straight in front of Arnold.

The Phantom Waves!

In a blink of an eye, Helen had come to Arnold's side, swung the dragon claw, and slammed it hard at his right arm.

Arnold's eyes tightened, and a black mist suddenly rose all over his body, and then his left arm moved quickly to block in front of him.

With a clang, Xieren felt as if his dragon claws had hit a piece of steel, and a counter-shock made him take a few steps back quickly.

Arnold moved his left hand a bit, a few dark colors flashed in his eyes, and the contempt for Hellen in his heart just now has disappeared.

With such a sharp body style and such a powerful attack, if he hadn't been a level higher than the opponent, he would have been seriously injured by the blow just now.

Hellen also shook his neck. Sure enough, a Tier [-] professional is a Tier [-] professional, and his unexpected full blow failed to cause the slightest damage to Arnold.

Seeing Arnold's aura gradually getting more serious, Helen knew that he couldn't hold back any longer!
With a low shout, a black door of light suddenly appeared around Xieren's body. The door of light was calm and introverted, as if it was gestating some extremely terrifying and ferocious existence.

Immediately afterwards, a black light sputtered out from the light gate, and Hieren's entire body was bathed in this black light.After a while, I saw a set of strange clothes that were as black as ink and looked like an evening dress suddenly appeared on Hellen's body.

The hem of the elegant windbreaker fluttered with the wind, but it couldn't hide Hieren's tall and straight body, and the jet black collar was raised high, but it couldn't hide Hieren's handsome face.

Elegant, wicked, and full of charm.

Even Hepburn, who was already familiar with almost every part of Hellen's body, couldn't help being dazzled for a while.

Shaking hands full of power, Helen smiled evilly at Arnold in front of him, touched his chest with his left hand, and said politely:

"Hell poet Shiron, is about to play death's requiem for you!"

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