"Help me create some accidents for their families." Fitznold said coldly, "Their only concern is me."

The swallowing sound of the Nightmare was so clear, but it was a pity that Fitznold mistakenly thought that the sound came from the necromancer's unusually weird posture.

"I heard Zhuo Nan complain before she died that her family died in an accident."

"The accident I planned." Fitznold responded immediately, "It needs to leave a specific psychological shadow to make it easier to grasp."

"You want me to be the accident planner?"

"You can do better. The identity of the Necromancer is the most perfect."

Lu Yu sneered: "Aren't you afraid that I will tell everyone about your 'sincerity'?"

"Are people willing to believe in an excellent seventh-level magician, the gentle and elegant rising star of the Dark Elf clan, or a necromancer who has a bad record and is associated with death?" Fitznold held the table with both hands and said slightly.

His drunken eyes were full of cunning, "When you walk out of this room, everything you say will be slander."

"If I can kill Zhuo Xiang, I can kill you."

"How you defeated the Turbid Nightmare, I don't know, but this is Fitznold's mansion... Do you want to know what level of opponents can be killed by the magic circle here?" Fitznold said proudly.

He curled his lips and said, "It's night now. The dark elf wants to run away, but no one can stop him!"

"It is true that the racial talents of dark elves are very tricky, but what if there is another dark elf to cooperate?"

Lu Yu drifted away slightly, letting go of the turbid nightmare that was obscured by the black mist he cast.

Looking at Zhuo Xiang's blood-red eyes and violent chest heaving, Fitznold woke up from the wine.

It was as if a basin of cold water poured down from head to toe, and he trembled all over.

"Zhuo...Zhuo...you...are not a corpse puppet?" He repeated again in surprise, looking up at the briquettes in mid-air, "You didn't make her into a corpse puppet!"

"Didn't you just say, 'An excellent soul should be bound in the body of the living and enslaved, and her joys, sorrows, and joys are all shows that can please you'?" Lu Yu asked back, "This view is similar.

, doesn’t seem to be able to bring you any surprises?”

"Lord... I beg you... let me... vent, I almost can't stand it anymore!" Zhuo Xiang tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart, but the anger erupted like a volcano, breaking through the many barriers set by reason and reaching his forehead.

.

In Sera and Lulu's description, she gradually realized what Fitznold had been doing, and she also clearly understood that she was just another "Lulutis", controlled in a worse tower.

In Nia's hands.

She is mentally prepared.

The only thing I didn't expect was...the death of my parents was never an accident!

Knowing that something was wrong, Fitznold instantly hid in the shadows and escaped the magic lock.

"Get out of here!"

Turbid Nightmare also hid in the shadows. She was so filled with grief and anger that she used all her strength to kick Fitznold out of the shelter of the shadows, who was about to escape.

However, at this time, the pendant in Fitznold's hand had penetrated the magic circle and fell towards the balcony.

"Hahahaha, the magic circle is about to be activated, Zhuomeng... you should be very aware of its power, right?"

Zhuo Yan looked back in panic, only to find that Coal Ball was indifferent.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no sign of magic gathering in Fitznold's mansion, and there was no sign of the magic circle being opened. Panic shifted to Fitznold's face.

"You can actually show off a magic circle of this level... Darth Milo is a piece of shit." Sera pulled out the tentacles that were submerged on the ground.

"Zhuoyan, let's do it." Lulu exhaled empathetically, "We won't go anywhere until you finish venting your anger."

Thinking of the past when she was tortured by Tanya...
Chapter completed!