Chapter 177
This transparent ball of light, if you look carefully, you can vaguely see Walker's face in the ball of light, but at this time the Arbitrator has long lost its original high-spirited and vigorous , The face in the ball of light was full of spite and fright.
The speed of the ball of light was very fast, and it rushed out of the cruise ship’s passenger ship, and wanted to fly away. However, just as there was a touch of lightness on Walker’s face in the ball of light, a flicker flashed The chain of the mysterious rune was the first one after the silent rune, wrapped around the ball of light, and detained the ball of light on the spot.
"In front of my spiritual wizard, I want the soul to escape. It seems that you guy is really panicking!" Looking at the ball of light trapped by his Shadow Chain, Connor lightly saying, said After he was beckoned with one hand, the ball of light controlled by the Shadow Chain slowly flew towards Connor's hand.
"No·········"
The Walker in the ball of light shouted in terror. But he lost the fleshy body, the storm hammer, and only spirit strength is left, he is now a piece of fat to be slaughtered, and Connor can cut it any way he wants.
Grabbing the ball of light in the palm of his hand, Connor also unhurried to have a good time with Walker. He took out a small bottle directly from the space ring and filled it with the ball of light of Walker's soul.
After solving Walker, Connor looked around all around. He had a slight headache. The people were killed. How to deal with the scene and cover up his traces?
After a little thought, a trace of bright light appeared in Connor's eyes. He thought of a good way!
Half an hour later, a deafening rumbling sound rang out about ten miles from the Greenwood Pier!
“bang! ”
A fireball burst out of the wheelhouse of a passenger ship, and then the steam power of the passenger ship connected to the wheelhouse also made several blasts, no In one minute, a medium-sized passenger ship that can carry dozens of people is slowly sinking into the bottomless ocean of storms.
In the distance, Connor, the creator of all this, stood on a small boat, watching the results of his work, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He has cleaned up the passenger ship, and now it is exploded and flooded again. Let alone whether the church can find the passenger ship, even if they find it, they can only get the wreckage.
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Three days later, late at night, 16th Rand Street In the apartment number, Connor, who had just taken a hot shower comfortably, was wearing his nightgown, sitting on his soft sofa, and leisurely watching today's Ruen Evening News.
However, a gust of wind blew by, and the windows of Connor's apartment were opened silently, and then closed silently. A faintly discernable scent appeared around Connor.
"Is it done?" Connor didn't seem to feel the strangeness around him. He still focused on the newspaper in his hand, but he asked rhetorically:
"Hmm. , Connor, what you did is more beautiful than I thought!" Margaret came quietly, sitting on the sofa next to Connor, a pair of seductive beautiful eyes full of appreciation.
"Walker is an intermediate wizard apprentice!" Putting away the newspaper, Connor fixed his eyes tightly on Margaret. Although his tone was flat, Margaret, who was sitting next to him, could feel clearly. To the bitter chill in Connor's words, as well as the faintly discernible killing intent.
"Sorry, I only found out afterwards! I brought you compensation!" Margaret seemed to have expected Connor's attitude. She didn't have any panic. From her space ring A fist sized raw ore mixed with silver light spots was taken out and placed on the guest table between the two.
"Mythril raw ore, I believe you can extract at least ten grams of mythril from it!" Pointing to the raw ore, Margaret explained apologetically:
Listen Margaret's apology, Connor's eyes swept to Margaret's compensation-Mithril raw ore, he seemed to pick up the Mithril ore and put it in his hand with great interest.
Putting the mithril raw ore in his hand for a while, Connor pointed to the mithril raw ore and said to Margaret with a faint smile: "Do you think this thing can make up for your deception to me?"
The voice fell, Connor didn't wait for Margaret to explain to him, but suddenly violent, grabbed the unsuspecting Margaret's slender white neck, and pressed his whole body on Margaret's body.
Margaret seemed to have not expected her collaborator to sneak attack herself. She was stunned on the spot. Before she could react, her life and death was controlled by Connor. This requires Connor's palm. With a little effort, Margaret, a devastatingly beautiful beauty, will breathe one's last, vanished fragrance and crumbled jade on the spot.
"Let me tell you one last time, Walker is an intermediate wizard apprentice, and I only found out yesterday!" Although Xiaoming is in the hands of Connor, there is not a trace of fear in Margaret's blue pupils. Lulu, she said with a bit of disappointment:
Margaret did not beg for mercy as expected, and Connor suddenly felt that he was in a dilemma. He who used the magical technique on Walker, Naturally, I knew what Margaret was telling at this time. Margaret had no idea that Walker had broken through and became an intermediate wizard apprentice.
Connor never thought that he wanted to kill Margaret. If he decided to kill Margaret, Connor just went straight to the sneak attack instead of holding Margaret's neck as he does now,
But despite this, Connor is thinking and hungry for doing this now. He wants to teach Margaret a deep lesson. Don't let her feel that she is deceiving herself. A little bit of benefit can be fooled!
However, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Margaret didn't beg for mercy. He was soft. Connor, who wanted to find a step, was a little bit tricky.
Connor made a secret decision in his heart, holding Margaret's slender neck arm, and immediately added some strength. Margaret's white face immediately became paler, but Margaret still did not beg for mercy, she stared Looking into Connor's eyes, he said with difficulty breathing, "Connor Ferguson, if you think that I intend to harm you, then you can do it. It should be a relief to die in the hands of your bastard!"
After speaking, Margaret didn't even resist, and closed his eyes, as if waiting for Connor to kill her...
"motherfucker ·····" Connor hadn't even thought of the situation, and it suddenly made Connor's heart run like a 10,000 Divine Beast.