President Shen Always Top Up Money

Wu Fei carefully held Shen Xing's fingers, took out his own small glass bottle, and collected two drops of blood.

The transparent glass material reflects Yin Hong's blood of the devil, which looks extra beautiful and beautiful.

Wu Fei carefully lowered his clever hand and sealed the bottle.

The unemployed demon in front of him did not withdraw his hand, but raised his chin, looked at him calmly, and then looked down, looking at his injured finger with a meaning: "Is there anything left to do?"

...What did you do?

Wu Fei was a little confused, and he didn't understand what he meant by walking.

At this moment, Yuan Sanfa not far from them suddenly shouted, "Wu Fei! You hurry up! Yuan Lao's blood is left with blood skin!"

Wu Fei was stunned. He subconsciously performed several operations in his brain. He skillfully turned on the communicator and switched his identity. From [Devil: Unemployed] to [Human: Heavenly Master].

Light and shadow are changing, and the unemployed demon in front of him is once again transformed into Shen Tianshi, who is fine and dust-free, but Wu Fei always feels that before the disappearance of the unemployed **** seems to have something to say... that expression seems a bit bad.

But now is not the time to think about it, Shen Tianshi slightly lowered his head to look at him, reached out his hand, and did not speak.

Wu Fei quickly handed over the small glass bottle in his hand.

Shen Xing nodded and began to silence the final step of the circle.

The battle on the front is still fierce. Yuan Lao resisted one by one, and even the strongest defense can't bear it. The opponent's witch ritual gave him a black curse that temporarily lowered his defense, and the demon lord's ultimate blow was also slammed at this time-with the remaining blood of the thousand-year-old monk, absolutely unable to carry this blow.

With a bang, a huge black long knife slashed to the ground, suddenly collapsed and earth and stone splashed.

On the occasion of a desperate attack, Yuan Sanfan switched identities and recalled his contractors, so that Yuan Lao's thousand-year-old man had escaped the disaster.

At the same time, Shen Tianshi's formation was announced.

Without the thousand-year-old man standing in front, the witch priest and the demon lord glanced at each other, and they no longer hesitated. One flew the wings of the demon to fly into the sky, and the other applied a spell of rapid magic to himself, and quickly slammed into the enemy battlefield. The hinterland is deep-as long as the opponent's planner is killed, they will completely win the game.

"Not quite right," Ember frowned. "Since I summoned the demon lord, the handsome contractor on the opposite side has never appeared again."

He thought about it and passed the message to his contractor: "Thorn, note that the other party's young contractor has never appeared and may have a back hand."

The demon lord responded impatiently: "I see."

His identity used to be the lord of the **** in the setting, and was later sealed for acting madly and angering the ruler of hell. Every time the planner calls him to sacrifice, as long as the power of the sacrifice is strong enough, he can restore the full strength, break the seal in an sss level posture, and reproduce the world!

Now that he has recovered the full strength of the sss level, he is not afraid of any enemies.

...It's actually not correct to say that. For example, the sss-level angel of Team Dirk 4 can just restrain him. But the probability of encountering a contractor of the same sss level and stronger than him is too low to be ignored. At least he knew the power alone, and the vampire who had previously killed his thorny assassin was not a rival to his current identity.

As for the other party to take out the sss-level identity in such a short time...how is it possible?

The two of them walked into the unmanned state all the way. After traveling for more than half the distance, Yuan Lao who switched the lich status released a blind witchcraft and stopped in front of them.

The demon lord was eager to reap the heads of the enemy planners, and was impatient to entangle Yuan Lao. He weighed the strength of the two sides, and he handed over Yuan Lao to the Wu clan priest, and he continued to advance forward to deal with the remaining two planners.

He went on to meet the young contractor again. The other party is now dressed in white guru, with a white mask on his face, and he hangs in front of him in midair.

The power disparity between the sss level and the s level is obvious. At this time, the demon lord does not care about his opponent in front of him. With a wave of his hand, the black long knife wraps the sand and quickly attacks the heavenly master.

The sharp, biting sword wind passed by, and the figure of the Master gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared into a virtual shadow with the wind and sand.

After he disappeared, the planner who showed a clear expression on his back clearly looked at him nervously and nervously.

Through the field information, we can see that the opponent's Heavenly Master still has a layer of blood skin, which has not been completely killed by his blow, but what about?

The demon lord sneered and rushed towards the other planner.

Sure enough, the Heavenly Master with only a trace of blood skin reluctantly appeared regardless of his own safety. He stood in front of his planner, raised his hands, and squeezed the law before him.

Not self-restrained.

With the experience of the last move, the demon lord has not put his opponent in the eye at all. He lowered his eyes, and the black demon bone wings were raised upwards, and they crossed like a black lightning. When they reappeared, they were less than three meters away from Wu Fei and Shen Xing.

At the same moment, the seal in the hands of the heavenly master shot in his direction.

The demon lord suddenly noticed something wrong-no, it was too wrong. The opposite Heavenly Master's eyes were too calm and plain, and the icy cold waves seemed to stand in front of him but nothing.

Even if he does not care about his life and death, as a contractor, does he still care about his planner behind him?

He hesitated for a moment, and the question soon got an answer.

A transparent and invisible cover seemed to cover him, but the long black knife in his hand seemed to be entangled in the soft energy cover, and he couldn't break through anymore.

At this time, Shen Tianshi looked back to the planner who had been guarded behind him. The cold black eyes behind the mask seemed to have a rare humanized temperature:

"The circle can trap him for five minutes."

"Within five minutes, he must be resolved."

Wu Fei nodded and quickly switched the identity of his blood clan prince according to his pre-rehearsal.

Then...he felt a tall body exuding coldness standing behind him, lingering in a cold, frost-like white rose-like familiar breath, but in an instant, it made people Reminiscent of movie-like images such as "noble", "spike", "blood", "cold and pale beauty" and "magnificent castle under the moonlight".

Without looking back, Wu Fei can also feel his blood clan prince slowly encircling him with his arms, blood clan's cold lips sliding down the earlobe all the way, and finally staying in the neck position.

"I'm hungry again." He proclaimed naturally and coldly.

"...You just ate half an hour ago." Wu Fei froze for a second.

"But the energy just consumed is too much." Prince Shen explained calmly.

"You said it, only five minutes." Wu Fei was so anxious that he tried to appease, "Will you eat after finishing this plate? Uh..."

Wu Fei lifted his neck unbearably and emitted a vague □□ from the throat-the teeth of the blood race had been inserted/inserted into his body at any time when he was talking.

"... It takes three minutes to cook these things." The blood clan cuddled up its prey elegantly and reservedly, licking soothingly the place pierced by their own teeth and murmured vaguely.