Passionate drum beats, passionate music, a group of men roaring with hoarse voices------

The woman was lying naked on the leather sofa, her eyes closed slightly, and her fingers quickly leaned on the leather on both sides of the sofa and beat the rhythm.

Because her nails were too long and her movements were too fast, she didn't care about the scratches on the leather sofa.

She was fully devoted to this music, as if this was her entire world.

It was not until the last note that her movements stopped, and she lay there intoxicatedly, as if she had just passed a war between men and women.

It took her a long time to open her eyes.

Pick up the red wine that is fully soaked on the table and the air, and drink in one sip.

Then he reached out and pulled a red silk next to him and put it on his body, and shaved the copper bell at his hand.

Soon, the wooden door was pushed open from outside, and a handsome but lifeless man walked in easily.

"Madam." The man bowed and greeted him.

"Is there any news?" The woman held the bottle and poured wine on her own, as if she had not seen the man's face close to her.

"No." said the man.

"I have a bad premonition," said the woman. "The strength of the Count should have been done long ago. However, there has not been a response until now-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The man's throat moved, and finally he expressed his point of view.

"Madam. This is impossible."

Pa-----

The woman slapped the man in the face, but her voice was as calm as usual. "I haven't seen it clearly after following me for so long---Is there nothing impossible in this world?"

"I understand." The man said.

"Look for someone to answer," the woman said.

"I know how to do it."

When the man got up and left, the woman lifted up the red silk and stood up.

She stood naked by the window of the castle, looking at the green trees, red flowers and endless golden wheat fields outside, like a solidified and beautiful oil painting.

"It's going to rain." She said with her hand out.

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Qin Luo is very patient.

This is what he lacks the least.

Since he was very young, other children were playing and running outside, so he would carry a small stool and sit in front of his grandfather and recite the difficult-to-mouth "Song of Soup" and the prescriptions of the medicine. If there was any mistake, his grandfather asked him to stretch out his little palm, and then he would beat it down with a bamboo ruler.

Many times, his little hands were beaten red and purple.

Grandma felt distressed when she looked at her and nagged her grandfather and asked him to be gentler to the child. Grandpa had a dark face and pretended not to hear it.

Although their father and mother were also very heartbroken, they didn't even dare to say anything pleaded for mercy when facing the old man with supreme authority at home.

You can't say it can't bear to say it ----

Everyone said that the child could not survive, but the stubborn old man refused to let go. He took him to travel around to seek medical treatment and medicine for help. Most of the 1365 days were spent in the deep mountains, old forests, famous mountains and rivers----

No one loves Qin Luo more than him, and no one is qualified to accuse him of doing anything to Qin Luo.

Therefore, Qin Luo knew that his family could not help him. If he wanted to avoid being beaten, he could only rely on himself to be cautious and serious.

So, his character was developed at that time.

Now, he is comparing with Takemoto's innocence.

He was waiting patiently for his illness attack, patiently for----

As the toxicity spread, Takemoto Wuxin's expression became more and more ferocious and painful.

Finally, he finally stood unsteadily.

He leaned on a long knife in one hand and supported his body with the hilt. The other hand held the wound on his stomach---his body was bent, as if he could fall down at any time.

Qin Luo licked his lips and grinned and smiled.

At this moment, a mutation broke out.

The Takemoto Wuxin, who looked shaky and was about to invade poisonously, suddenly launched an attack.

This is not a dying struggle before the moment, but a real high-level attack. It is like he is not poisoned at all.

He still kept the bent posture of covering his stomach with one hand, and rushed forward dive, and the hand holding the knife had already changed its posture. It was originally a "steer" but now it is a grip.

The long sword and the human body are combined into one. The knife is a person, and the human is a knife.

Qin Luo looked at him in surprise, as if he could not believe the facts in front of him.

It’s obvious that people are about to die, how can they run so fast and attack so hard?

Takemoto Wuxin had a ferocious expression and held the long sword and hit him fiercely.

He could see the shock and panic on Qin Luo's face, which made him feel happy and the desire to kill.

It's close.

It's closer.

Passing by again---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Because when he was about to come, Qin Luo's body suddenly moved. He also lowered his body and rushed forward.

The two men's bodies collided in the middle, and then there was a long pause.

"Why do you know?" Takemoto Wuxin asked.

"Because you are not poisoned at all." Qin Luo said. "I don't know why you are not poisoned---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Takemoto Wuxin grinned and wanted to smile, but she couldn't laugh.

Qin Luo inserted a knife into his stomach.

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If you want to kill a giant dragon covered with scales, what part of it should be stabbed first?

There is no doubt that it is the eyes.

What about people? The same is true.

The eyes are originally the most fragile part of the human body. Even with skills such as gold steel cover and iron cloth shirt, there is no way to practice the eyes without breaking the sword and gun.

Facing the Count who had used the Bone Blast, the military advisor was a little helpless. All physical attacks seemed to have no effect on him.

Not only that, his body's rebounding power was extremely strong, and he could be pushed back and left to death like the first time. It was a trivial matter. It was meaningless to special forces soldiers like military advisors who had been polishing their bodies since childhood. However, he was also able to hurt his heart from the inside and outside, which had to be valued.

No matter how solid your skin is, if the organs inside are damaged, they will still lose their combat effectiveness or die suddenly.

So the military advisor aimed at the count's eyes.

She was going to use this as a breakthrough to seriously injure the count, at least to make him lose the ability to distinguish things and direction------

However, she couldn't determine whether her eyes were his "valve". So she tried it out with a heart.

There was a half-burning cigarette butt in her hand, so she bounced her fingers and flew out.

In the hands of ordinary people, a small cigarette butt is hard to have any lethality.

Unless you have a slight idea, popping cigarette butts into cotton piles or straw bales where firewood is piled up by rural people, causing a fire. Otherwise, it will be extinguished naturally soon.

However, in the hands of the military advisor, it is no different from an iron nail or an iron bead, and it is still burning-----

Everyone knows that eyes are afraid of light and fire.

When the cigarette butt was bounced towards the count's face, although he let the cigarette butt hit his face in order to cover up his valve, his eyes narrowed slightly.

At this moment, he was captured by the military advisor, which determined his fate of failure.

So, half of the more than 400 punches the military advisor just now hit his eyes.

In this case, even if he closes his eyes in time, a thin layer of eyelids will not protect his eyes from harm.

After more than two hundred punches, the count's eye sockets swelled, and the eyeballs - the eyeballs were broken directly, and they broke from the inside to the outside.

So, as soon as the count opened his eyes, or if he opened his eyelids, blood flowed out of his eyes.
Chapter completed!