Book of Gods and Demons

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The first floor of the main building of Miller's house.

Big Ivan and his subordinates drank too much, and they have already started the traditional show of Lucian men after drinking.

The Imperial Supervision Department was swift, and all the valuables of the Miller family were raided and sealed up in the Department of Supervision's exhibit warehouse.

In the huge mansion, only the portrait oil paintings of the ancestors of the Miller family have been left.

In the final analysis, the Miller family is nothing more than a small family of viscounts. The family's background is not enough and the reputation is not big enough. Some small accomplished ancestors are not big figures in the history of the empire.

The authors of these portrait oil paintings are only famous painters in the imperial capital, and the history of their paintings does not exceed sixty years.

Except for the Miller family who regarded the portraits of these ancestors as treasures, the sharp-eyed and black-eyed investigators of the Supervision Department really didn't take these worthless oil paintings seriously.

The large oil painting was unloaded from the wall by a few Lucia guys.

A sharp small blade cut the canvas from the frame, and fixed it to the wall of the hall on the first floor with a few nails that I didn't know where it was found.

Big Ivan was carrying a wine bottle as a referee. A group of Lucia guys above the wine spirit stood on the other side of the hall, separated by a distance of nearly a hundred feet, waving daggers, short knives, hatchets and other objects in gestures. .

"Left eye!" A Lucia guy chuckles, he raises a hatchet and throws it vigorously.

‘Boom’!

After drinking, the Lucia guy with trembling fingers, the hatchet that he threw and smashed the nose of the first generation Viscount Miller on the oil painting.

A group of Lucia guys laughed happily.

The Lucia guy who threw the axe had a sullen face and angrily greeted the ancestors of the Miller family. He viciously took out a few silver pfennigs from his pocket and threw them to the referee Da Yifan who was standing aside.

Da Yifan took out a silver pfennig contentedly, shook it, and happily stuffed it into his pocket, grabbed a piece of black charcoal, and put it on the silver-white wallpaper around him as a ghost-like symbol. .

As a referee, since helping them preside over the gambling, it is only natural to charge a little hardship.

Hahaha, this group of bastards, gamble, gamble, the bigger the bet, the better, anyway, the gambler will ruin the family sooner or later, only the referee, the big Ivan, is the real empty-glove white wolf, each lovely golden mark , Silver Finney, will continue to fall into his pocket.

"Well, look at me... his left middle finger, that sapphire ring!" Another big Lucia man spit out, shaking his dagger in his hand, shaking it gently: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh What a beautiful sapphire, tut, it should be as big as chickpeas!"

"I don't know who this baby has fallen into now..." All the Lucia guys looked at the deep blue shining gem on the oil painting with regret.

The jewelry that can appear in the paintings of ancestors is undoubtedly the heirloom of a family.

This sapphire ring must have been well inherited by the Miller family... However, now the Miller family has been invited to drink coffee by the Ministry of Supervision. This sapphire ring may have been included in the evidence of the Ministry of Supervision. warehouse.

"I really envy you!" The Lucia guy holding a dagger sighed, and he threw the dagger in his hand fiercely.

‘Boom’!

The dagger was precisely pierced on the sapphire ring on the portrait, hitting the center of the large square sapphire.

A group of Lucia guys yelled at the same time, and one by one reluctantly took out dirty silver coins from their pockets, gritted their teeth, and handed the silver pfennig to the big Ivan who was standing aside, staring at him.

"Good boys, really cute boys." Big Ivan laughed, and drew a silver pfennig from it, and then scribbled a few strokes on the wallpaper with charcoal sticks: "Don't worry, I will keep the account. Shrewd Great Ivan, you won’t be mistaken!"

The Lucia guys yelled cursingly, and a few more guys rushed up and waved the small objects in their hands, yelling to choose the target on the front portrait.

In the backyard, Arya led eight or nine subordinates, and Hillier, who was staggering, quietly approached the main building of the mansion.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The tall and thin man with a pale green complexion licked the corner of his mouth and patted Hillier's head gently: "Dear cutie, look, these hapless guys have invaded your home. You must be very Not happy, right?"

"Oh, oh, rest assured, I will catch them, and then let you to torture them and trample them on your own." The tall and thin man smiled extremely brightly: "I will teach you how to change their souls. Into a sacrifice to please my lord."

Hillier gritted his teeth, and there was a deep hatred and anger in his raised eyes.

Her home.

Before, she had never felt how important it was and how warm home it was.

When she experienced the great changes in the family, when she returned to this house after experiencing the **** on earth, she suddenly felt that every brick, every tile, and every glass window of this house was so warm and warm. Such tenderness and preciousness are irreplaceable.

Such an important ‘home’ was brutally broken into by a group of vulgar homeless people!

"I'm going to kill them!" Hillier clenched his fists, his extremely weak body trembling unconsciously.

"Satisfy your wish!" Arya chuckled and smiled: "Brother, go to activities, let the **** in the house calm down."

In the lobby on the first floor of the main building, the Lucia guys made a noisy noise, and the noise was really exactly the same as a group of homeless people who came in uninvited and broke in, casually looking for an empty house to spend the winter.

For a group of hapless homeless people, the Hill Church dispatched two elite-level combat power, which has already given them a lot of face.

The two are slightly short, but strong enough, like two fleshy men with a'chuckle' grinning, their arms lightly shake, and a few sounds of'kaka', their fists are covered with a layer of exudation. An iron fist with a faint light.

The two brothers walked briskly towards the back door of the main building which was hidden.

As they walked, they moved their necks and shoulders with ease, and gently twisted their waists. The bones and joints of their bodies made a crisp sound of ‘Kaka’, and within their bodies, a few faint streams of light gushed out, and they rose up quickly. After rushing to a height of more than a dozen feet, they plunged into the void and disappeared.

The crimson fire element and the dark yellow earth element rushed down along a few streams of light. The fire and earth elements surged in the bodies of the brothers, quickly scouring the shining acupuncture points in their bodies.

These apertures are like furnaces, and the elements of fire and earth quickly collide and transform in the apertures, and finally transform into a viscous, high-temperature composite energy like magma.

The iron gloves on their fists quickly turned red, and the high temperature rolled out. Under their skin, strips of extremely thin red fire light spread rapidly, gradually delineating a huge divine pattern under their skin.

If scholars proficient in Primordial Theology are present, they will definitely recognize that this **** pattern represents some complexities related to'magma' in the huge and complex Primordial Theology system, and in some small branches. Attributes.

Any **** pattern has magical and incredible power.

The meaning of any **** pattern is complex and profound, and it definitely has more than a simple and pure meaning.

Green smoke came out of the clothes on the Mai Ya brothers, and then their woolen coats spewed out of fire, which was burned to ashes by the high temperature emanating from their bodies.

Their close-fitting black inner skirts and boots under their feet do not know what materials they are made of.

There is already a sticky flame flowing on their body surface, but their close-fitting inner garments and leather boots on their feet are intact. Even under the burning of the flames, a faint red light appeared in their inner clothes and boots.

Brother Maiyan stretched out his hand and gently opened the back door.

'laugh'!

Their palms quickly burned a deep palm print on the back door made of old oak boards.

The two brothers briskly followed the passage towards the lobby on the first floor.

"Oh, oh, dear little mice, come here to dad... hee, hee, dad cat is here to catch you! Oh, oh, come to dad... we will spoil you!"

"Our warm and enthusiastic palms will gently touch every inch of your skin, allowing you to feel the warmth of summer in this terrible winter."

My brother chuckled in a low voice and muttered nervously.

As they walked, they kept pressing their hands on the walls beside them. The silk wall clothes on the walls were burned with palm prints, and the teak wall panels under the wall clothes were burned with large holes.

Even the walls made of stones under the parapets were burned with deep palm prints.

In the red palm prints, strands of magma continued to flow down.

The temperature in the entire house is rising rapidly.

The two brothers are like two large human-shaped stoves. As they continue to approach the lobby on the first floor, the temperature in the main building, which was originally enough to drip into ice, has become no different from the hot weather.

"Little mice, is it a surprise?"

My brother kicked open the door leading to the first floor hall, and jumped into the first floor hall!

They yelled happily and wanted to see the horrified and desperate eyes of the "travelers" in the hall!

In the hall, Big Ivan had a sullen face, holding a heavy all-metal horned axe, and constantly tossed the axe gently, and then firmly grasped the axe handle.

More than two dozen grim-faced Lucian men squinted their eyes and stood beside Ivan in a haughty manner. They put away the small objects for the game and carried a big axe in their hands. , Long swords, horse-cutting swords and other heavy weapons.

"Oh shit!"

The pupils of the Maimen brothers shrank suddenly, and they clearly saw the streamers of the Lucia guys around Da Yifan rushing into the void.

They saw that under the skin of these Lucia guys, there were lines of silver-blue, dark cyan, and pale white frost patterns.

The Maier brothers are senior fifth-order extraordinary.

And the two dozen Lucia guys around Da Yifan are all veteran Transcendent Tier 5!

"Kill them for me!" Big Ivan waved the big axe in his hand.

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