MTL - Devil-Chapter 91

Mr. Felzaha quickly withdrew from the fighting platform after a brief wave of greetings. His movements were as fast and brisk as entering the scene. People finally saw only two **** shoes on the auditorium.

A blood re-sit back to his seat, the blood on his body was red with a chair, ticking on the carpet.

The spectator's line of sight followed his figure and moved from the inside to the top box.

The black-haired monster looks quite accustomed to being exposed to everyone's eyes. In the face of the audience's urgent and delightful gaze, he just took the drink handed over by the snow and then took a few mouthfuls.

His breath has not changed.

The snow also handed over a towel.

"Thank you." Put the cup on the table, and the black-haired monster began to wipe his face with a towel.

It is a pity that even if the skin exposed outside is wiped clean, the blood on the body cannot be wiped off.

Slowly, the carpet under his feet was stained with blood.

The magic of black hair is just a slow and clean way to cleanse yourself.

Such Mr. Felzaha looks very dangerous - though, he seems to be dangerous enough.

The snow swallowed a sip of water.

He felt that he seemed to see a part of the mask underneath the mask.

"Why are you looking at me like this, is there blood on your face?" Holding a **** towel and looking up at the little monster opposite, the aunt's eyebrows picked it up slightly.

"No, your face is clean." Snow slowly said: "However, I didn't expect that you actually jumped out like that."

"Ha! So I said that I was a little excited." The black-haired monster smiled very happily.

Snow: "..."

His own excitement is to shake the flag and shout, the other party's excitement is to enter directly.

Ok, the other person is more excited than himself.

The host then seemed to say something, but the snow did not hear, his attention was concentrated on the black hair monster in front of him, and the other part tried to listen to the movement of the next door.

Although Mrs. Contalo is not difficult to find, it is very difficult to get close.

Until now, no one from the snow sent out could say a word to Mrs. Contalo.

Mr. Phil Zhaha’s move is obviously very eye-catching. He must be the most eye-catching person tonight, but whether his move can cause Mrs. Contalo’s attention rather than hostility, this will soon Will know...

With a pointed ear, he listened hard to the movement next door.

First, a slamming sound - that is probably the sound of the coffee table being pushed away, then the sound of rustling - this is the sound of the chair moving, then...

It is a heavy footstep.

Mrs. Contalo stood up, and she walked out of the box, as if she was leaving...

However! The heavy footsteps are not far away, but they are getting closer!

With a strong scent and heavy footsteps, the snow heard the sound of the curtain being pulled open.

But the female monster next door came to their box with a folding fan.

Staring at the huge female figure in the face, the eyes of the snow shone.

"Yes, can you make a position?" Standing behind the snow seat, the female devil looked at him at a high altitude.

Even if there was a folding fan, it didn't work. The pustule on the other's face broke. At the moment of speaking, a pus dripped from her face to the face of the snow.

Let the cold body fluid slide down from his face, and the snow swallowed.

Looking at the black-faced monster opposite the face, the snow immediately gave up his position.

I didn't look at him, but Mrs. Contalo's eyes immediately moved to the opposite face of the black-haired monster.

"You killed my little pet." Almost at the moment of the seat, Mrs. Contalo said immediately.

Two yellow-brown eyes squinted, and the wide mouth was completely open, revealing the fine and sharp teeth inside!

Snow: It’s bad! The other party is angry!

His gaze immediately turned to the black-haired monster opposite Mrs. Contalo.

There is no doubt that Mrs. Contalo can swallow the opposite black hair monster if she wants it!

Who knows -

"You, sent someone to grab my collection." Smiled slightly, the black-haired monster did not let it, and opposed the policy.

Actually, it was said so directly - the snow was a little bit stunned.

But thinking of the content of the other person's sentence, Xue stayed for a while: Waiting - send someone? grab?

Along with the dwarf monster, Mrs. Contalo's gaze crossed the folding fan and stared straight at the face of the black-haired monster, but with so much pressure she applied, the black-haired monster did not move.

Even the other person was still smiling with ease, and the **** towel was lazily thrown onto the carpet. He crossed his hands and placed it on his knees.

"I know that Mr. Croucher is going to buy the house in the city and give it to me. You will talk to Mr. Nan and let the house find ways to be photographed by Mr. Croce. After being photographed, Mr. Nan will take Mr. Xue in due course. Referral to me, I also made it reasonable to use Mr. Xue’s security company to carry the service. The third batch of people you prepared in advance appeared: This time it was a group of robbers.

Ambushing on the pre-arranged road, robbing the things that were intended to be grabbed beforehand. ”

Slowly speaking, the black-eyed monster's stagnant eyes swept slowly from the dwarf charm and the wrath of Mrs. Contaro.

Under his gaze, Mrs. Contalo broke the folding fan in her hand.

The offensive remarks of the black hair monster made her even more angry!

Not paying any attention to her reaction, the black hair magic only reveals the white teeth slightly:

"No?"

When the atmosphere is arrogant and the tight strings are about to break -

Shrugging his shoulders, Mrs. Contalo laughed: "I found it! Haha!"

Snow seemed to say something, but she was blocked by her hand. She threw the broken folding fan on the carpet, next to the blood-stained towel. She took out a brand new folding fan from the delicate handbag and kept it wide. Next to her mouth, she asked with a smile: "How do you know that?"

The black-haired monster looked at her quietly, and then she looked away for a long while. The long eyelashes made a thin shadow under the eyelids. He said: "I accidentally knew the salary that the robbery gang got. According to the salary distribution formula. Calculated, the wages they got from this robbery were only two-thirds of the usual wages. Only on the basis of "that is not a real robbery" would this be the result. ”

Hearing the reason given by the black-haired monster, Mrs. Contalo’s hands with the folding fan suddenly stopped, and the yellow-brown eyes glanced. Her mouth was pumping: “Have you ever been an accountant of the robbery gang? ”

The black-haired monster, but laughing, he suddenly pulled out a newspaper from the formal jacket pocket on the back of the chair. It was a rather old newspaper. When it was put on the table by the black-haired monster, the edge Part of it was broken into powder and fell.

However, this does not affect the opposite side of Mrs. Contara to see the information in the lower left corner.

Miss Contalo purchased a piece of land in the city of Uma and built a message about a beautiful house.

There is a special nursery and children's room in the house. It is suspected that Miss Contalo is preparing for a big marriage.

At that time, the suffix behind Contalo was not the lady, but the lady.

“I like to read books, I also like to read newspapers, and old newspapers like to watch. When I saw the house I received from Mr. Croucher, I just remembered the news I had seen.”

The yellow-brown inorganic eyelids suddenly touched the face of the black-haired monster.

The folding fan on his hand covered most of his face. After a long while, the voice of Mrs. Contalo came from behind:

"...I, the most intelligent man. Have you been interested in being my boyfriend? With marriage as the premise, can you inherit my legacy in the future?"

"If I remember correctly, you now have a husband. I heard that it is a passionate southern beauty man." The black hair monster smiled.

"Because I was too enthusiastic, I was derailed and then killed by you." Mrs. Contalo had a drink from the table and the drink was cold, but she didn't seem to mind at all.

"Well?" The black-haired monster finally showed a strange look.

This strange thing seems to entertain the lady opposite, Mrs. Contalo smiled happily: "I am the Eiffel who broke your neck in the afternoon!"

"Your ex-husband... is Warcraft?"

"No, it's an ordinary monster, but he made me unhappy. I used a special method to turn him into Warcraft." The wide mouth cracked, and Mrs. Contalo showed a horrible smile: "How? I am unmarried now, and you are not married. How do we communicate on the premise of marriage?"

She once again raised that terrible suggestion.

The calm drink took a sip from the table, and the black magical object put the cup in his hand: "Sorry, I already have a family."

"Ha! Don't lie! I am a male appreciating expert, the masculine taste on your body, I smell it when I sniff it." The fan slid gently, and Mrs. Contalo smiled.

I took another drink, and the black hair magic did not immediately reply to her.

I took another drink in my hand, and the black-haired monster suddenly said: "So, how do you smell like a virgin?"

The tanned eyes immediately pointed at him, and Mrs. Contalo showed a smirk of laughter:

"It's very simple, just go home with me."

"Handsome, do you want to go home with me?"

As a result, in the eyes of the audience, Mrs. Contalo and Mr. Felzaha left in the audience who had not yet withdrawn.

The slender Mr. Felzaha, with the tall and strong Mrs. Contalo, their backs and paces of rhythm look really like - when - and - harmonic!

Reminiscent of the common fighting hobbies of the two, and seeing that they are riding the car of Mrs. Contalo, all the audience can not help but think together:

Mrs. Contalo wants to divorce again - no! Marry again!

But wait - what about the bad wife of Mr. Firzaha's hometown? The bad wife who likes to use soup with luxury ingredients! Your husband doesn't go home today, you know it! ?