Count of Wizards

Looking at the two moist water glasses on the desk and Rebecca lying on the bed, Connor suddenly realized a problem. From the moment he walked into the room, Vidal has not moved the place, regardless of the first release of the three. Tuan corroded the liquid, or was shot at the arm by himself, or attacked himself with the big gray hand just now, Vidal hadn't moved.

　　 Two water cups are wet, what does this show? This shows that there is a high probability that two people drank water! And now Rebecca Cayenne Gazi has been drugged, and lying on the bed, what will happen to Mr. Vidal, who also drank the drug well water by Connor?

　　 The reason why he didn't move is because he doesn't want to move now? Or is there no way to move because of a drug attack?

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Connor Ferguson immediately took his mind. Without hesitation, he drew a sharp Kurun knife from his waist and rushed towards Rebecca lying on the bed, watching Connor attack. In the direction, Vidal glared, hurriedly chanted, and displayed his big gray hand again, trying to stop Connor.

　　 Looking at his big gray hand that he wanted to stop, Connor did not hide the smile in his eyes after the trick was successful.

　　 "Not good!" Vidal yelled in his heart, the complacency on Connor's face made him realize another possibility, and he was about to chant again immediately.

However, Connor would not give him this opportunity. As he planned, he slammed to a halt towards Rebecca, then turned around and jumped up, and the back of Kulun Dao slashed at Vidal's temple. on.

　　 "Dangdang!"

　　 After only a muffled sound, Vidal, who was halfway singing, fell softly to the ground and fell into a coma!

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　　 In an empty room in the castle.

　　 "Boom boom boom!" "Boom boom boom!"

　　 The muffled sound of fists colliding with the flesh continued to be heard from the room.

Left uppercut, right uppercut, uppercut... With a touch of sullenness on the corners of his mouth, Connor Ferguson relentlessly threw a punch at the sack he was hanging from the beam in front of him. .

　　"Ticking·····""ticking···"

　　 On the rough surface of the khaki sack, there are already some places where red blood oozes, drop after drop of blood is dripping on the floor.

He punched the sack again and shook the sack in mid-air. Connor stopped his beating. He found a white towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Put the sacks on the ground.

　　 I saw a person lying in the sack, this person is not someone else, it is Vidal! But at this time Mr. Vidal is far away. He was full of spirits when we first met. He is now **** with five flowers, and his whole body is covered with wounds. There is almost no intact skin on the whole body.

Even in order to prevent him from singing and performing sorcery such as dark green liquid and big gray hands, Connor stuffed a rag in his mouth, so that he can't say a word now, but Mr. Vidal is indeed not an ordinary person. In Connor’s almost "sadistic" beating, he remained awake, staring at Connor with fierce eyes. If his eyes could kill people, then Connor must be in now. On the way to heaven!

Putting the revolver on Vidal’s temple, Connor said in a deep voice, “I hope I can talk to you. Now I’m going to remove the rag from your mouth, but if I hear your singing, I will Blow your head in the first time, I believe you will never want to see, your own brain!"

　　 Seeing that Vidal did not resist fiercely, but still just staring at him firmly, Connor took a deep breath and slowly took the rag out of Vidal's mouth.

　　 "Bah!"

　　 As soon as the rag was taken out of Vidal's mouth, a flush of saliva was spit on Connor's face.

　　 "You son of a bitch, if I didn't follow your tricks, now I will make you regret coming to this world!" Vidal's slender triangular eyes revealed a vicious light, and said hoarsely:

Wiping off the smelly saliva from his face, Connor laughed angrily, patted Vidal's bruised cheek lightly, and said faintly; "I didn't expect that Mr. Vidal is still a tough guy. It's disrespectful and disrespectful. To be honest, I admire you tough guys the most!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Connor directly put a towel on Vidal's face. Vidal seemed to realize what Connor wanted to do, his fierce eyes became a little frightened, and his body began to struggle instinctively.

　　 However, it is a pity that Vidal's struggle is destined to be futile under the effect of being **** with a hemp rope of the same thickness as his arm.

　　 Pour five large buckets of water on the towel, UU reading www.uukanshu.com until Vidal's body has begun to spasm all over, and his hands and feet are waving indiscriminately, Connor stopped "waterboarding!"

Seeing Vidal’s miserable appearance now, Connor didn’t have the slightest pity in his heart. He knew very well that the original Connor Ferguson died at the hands of this guy’s curse. If he chooses to sit still, he will be too. The same result.

Uncovering the towel covering Vidal’s face, Connor once again placed the revolver on his temple. "Mr. Vidal, please believe me, death has never been the most terrible. If you continue to "tough guy" like this , I will definitely let you beg me to kill you!"

　　 After listening to Connor’s threat, Vidal came back from the waterboarding, a look of humiliation flashed in the slender triangle eyes, he groaned, and immediately said, "What do you want to know from my mouth?"

"Why did you and Rebecca curse me? What did you move in my memory? Friendly reminder, dear Mr. Vidal, I have my own judgment. If I feel lies and deception, it is not just Vidal. It's sir alone!" Connor said in a low voice, making no secret of the naked threat in his words.

　　 Listening carefully to Connor’s words one by one, Vidal’s eyes were surprisingly free of anger and resentment. Instead, he was calm. "Connor, let's make a deal! You saw it just now. I cast a spell. I know you must be interested in these. I will give these to you. How about you let me and Rebecca leave?"

　　 Seeing that Vidal seems to be bargaining with himself, Connor chuckled and said faintly: "One hand"

　　 "What do you mean?" Vidal frowned and asked, he didn't understand what Connor meant by a hand.