"Master!" Two slightly hoarse voices sounded. When the ripples in the sky disappeared, two black figures appeared, tights and black scarf masked, one kneeling in front of Jian'er on one knee on the left and right.

"You are your trust?" When the queen saw the two figures clearly, Rossi couldn't help but sneer, "Do you think these two three-legged cats can protect you? I can kill them with just one finger!" After saying that, Rossi did not forget to raise his hand exemplary, and in order to show his contempt, he raised his little finger.

In fact, it is no wonder that Rosie looked contemptuous. Although the strength of the ninjas in the Kingdom of J is not the lowest in the "dark world", they are indeed not ranked. Even if there are one or two more powerful characters, it is obviously not the two in front of them. Besides, even those few are not afraid. These ninjas in the Kingdom of J are good at evasion techniques, and they may also cause some trouble for people as spies. However, when they appear, they are face to face, and they are completely based on their own weaknesses to others. Therefore, Rosie does not take the two people who appear to heart.

"Three-legged cat?" Jian'er showed a playful smile on her face, "How can she know if she doesn't try it?"

After saying that, Jian'er's face turned dark and shouted: "Hidden Kill, secretly search!"

"Hi!" The two of them responded together, then "swoosh" and their bodies swayed and disappeared. The next second, they had already blocked Jian'er's side.

Looking at the Shuang Ninja who did not stand in front of him, Rossi's face turned dark: "It seems that you really want to die, then I will give you my help!"

After the words came, a powerful aura pressed towards Shuangren.

"Haha--" Yinsha and the Anxun Long Sword danced in one fell swoop, and then the two of them swayed, and one misstep overlapped. They knew very well that if they could not stop the momentum of the guy in front of them, they could only have a chance if they worked together.

"Bang!" The sound of air explosion that appeared out of thin air brought out a powerful impact airflow, blowing everyone's silks flying. At the same time, a cold air flow swept towards everyone, stimulating everyone that they could not open their eyes. They subconsciously raised their hand and looked sideways to protect their faces and eyes.

"Hiss~" The sound of the soles of the shoe rubbing against the ground sounded, and Yinji and Dark Xun, who were in the center of the air explosion, were swept back by the airflow for three steps before barely stabilizing their bodies. Because in the brunt, their black tights had even been torn apart by the storm, and a faint smell of blood began to spread in the air.

Just a meeting, just a collision of energy and momentum can be distinguished immediately. Even if you have the advantage of the number of people, Hidden Killing and Secret Search are still no match for Rossi.

"It's so weak, two little reptiles!" The bloody smell obviously stimulated Rossi. He took a deep breath. The blood-devouring red light flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his bloody tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. Rossi showed an intoxicated expression. At this time, he did not have the sacred smell before. Compared to Viscount Moore, the blood clan standing beside him, he was like a blood-devouring demon who escaped from the abyss.

"The long-lost smell of blood is really fascinating!" The dreamy voice and this blood-sucking expression made Rossi look so dangerous and weird.

And what about the Pastor O'Neal? Somehow, he swept away the flattering look that he wanted to hold Rosie's thighs tightly. He suddenly hugged his head and shrank into a corner like a mouse who saw a cat, connecting the distance from Rosie, and trying to narrow his sense of existence.

Oh my God, why did this adult suddenly get sick? It must be that I forgot to go to the church to worship before going out today, otherwise how could I be so unlucky? Not to mention that I am now in a state of being alone and not being ghostly, I actually bumped into an adult and got sick. If I don’t do it well, I might have to explain it to me today. After all, don’t look at this adult who looks very normal, but this illness is definitely not recognized by my relatives. If I get hindered this adult’s eyes, I might have to be "purified" by this person in a while.

If this is true, it would be too unworthy. He had not yet obtained the bright future he was looking forward to. There were still a lot of Flangs with charming flavor in the safe. His sweethearts, one, two, three, and four, were still looking forward to his nourishment. If they died here, they would definitely cry to death!

In fact, even if he survives, the consequences will probably not be too good, because once this adult is in his current state, there is almost no reason. As long as he is thought to be blocking his way, he will reach out and tear him apart. If it is in the Holy See, it is okay, there is still someone there to control him, but now...

He glanced at the ordinary people at the scene with some sympathy, looking at the crowd who were confused and unaware of external affairs under the influence of his hypnosis, either standing blankly or still praying. I really don’t know how many of these people will be left in a while. Although he was sympathetic, O’Neal dared not take any action, and of course he did not dare to order these people to leave. Otherwise, if the adult was alarmed and the adult turned his attention to him... O’Neal said that for him, his life was more important than others.

Carefully put his hand to the belt and gently pressed it. Now O'Neal can only hope that Rosie's entourage (the person who can control him in time if Rosie encounters this situation) can arrive as soon as possible. Otherwise, dealing with ordinary people who may be "inadvertently injured" is enough for him to drink a pot, let alone foreigners here, which makes it even more complicated to deal with. When thinking about the problems he is about to face, O'Neal feels like one head or two big.

On the other end, looking at the strange appearance that Rossi showed and O'Neal's sudden abnormality, Jian'er frowned, and things seemed to be a little unexpected.

"Rossi? Rossi?" Moore, who was standing aside, was trying to think about something.

Soon, as if he had thought of something, Moore's face suddenly changed, and the sound that blurted out was filled with deep fear: "Ro, Rossi! You are Rossi, blood-handed Rossi!"
Chapter completed!