A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke looked at Carrie looking up, in confusion, then rekindled his angry eyes and smiled.

how fresh.

Back then, it wasn't just the New Orleans area that wanted to try witches. I'm afraid that apart from the radiation network of the Eastern Kingdom, everyone else was holding a witch trial.

"New York……"

Carrie talked about Dolan Church, and then said, "Where?"

Locke said, "Don't worry, I'll take you there after you go back. If there is any resentment, you will seek vengeance."

To put it bluntly, the Dolan Church was bullying the witches of Salem in various ways because the witches of Salem had no adults, but it was clear that Carrie planned to support the witches of Salem.

so……

In the face of Carrie and Dolan Church, it is not a problem at all who Locke will help.

Locke has always been helpful to relatives, not to mention, the Dolan Church doesn't take care of witches at all.

Are you saying witches are guilty?

Who are you!

Worse than the unparalleled assassin?

Locke thought of the arrogant Godfather Dolan in the New York Police Department, and sneered even more.

when I was about to speak.

next second.

Carrie threw herself into his arms with twinkling eyes, and then burst into tears.

Locke was stunned for a moment, looking at Carrie, who was crying not for himself, but for the group of corpses in Lake Riley. She couldn't help sighing.

Ding dong!

"what?"

Locke looked at the crying Carrie who fell into his arms, took out the phone, looked at the text message Gwen sent again, smiled, edited a text message, and after returning to the past, put away the phone again, looking sad. Carrie.

Self-inflicted sin, can't live.

Church of Dolan, wash your necks, and don't grieve for my dark head, you'd better die.

Locke looked at Carrie who was sobbing in his arms, and while comforting Carrie, he thought so in his heart.

At this moment, when I got off the plane, the twelve descendants of the Dolan Church Crusaders and two Merlin hunters finally stopped walking the eleventh route and finally found a way to kill the fourteen of them in one breath. Large van fully loaded.

"damn it."

A descendant of the Crusaders loosened his tie, drove the snowflakes away, and scolded: "What's wrong with the local Dolan Church, they sent twelve telegrams to invite us. No shadows?"

"Maybe something happened."

"?"

Several descendants of the Crusaders looked to the side, a companion with a mobile phone.

The companion turned the phone over.

into the eye.

A New Orleans media has released the first news on the Internet for the first time, with pictures and texts, and even with illustrations.

That illustration is clear.

At the entrance of the police station, the dozens of piles of burned ashes were very conspicuous.

"The Head of Darkness!"

Several descendants of the Crusaders looked at each other: "The local Dolan Church was destroyed by the Dark Head of State?"

This……

"impossible!"

"The Salem dimension is dead."

"right."

"The Dark Führer certainly doesn't believe in the Salem dimension."

"That……"

"It's not the dark witch who believes in the Salem dimension, how can she help the Salem dimension?"

"this……"

Several descendants of the Crusaders fell silent.

Dimension and dimension are incompatible with fire and water, especially those of the same attribute. For example, believers in the dark dimension are incompatible with believers in the **** dimension.

After all, the earth's plate is so big, and everyone can't wait to own it, how could they help for no reason.

Especially the Salem witches.

Since that year, when their Lord was still alive, when they executed the Great Trial in Salem, for example, the witches who believed in Greene did not come out to help, it was the same reason.

But right now?

at this time.

A descendant of the crusaders suddenly raised his head, and then the short hair on his head exploded one after another like a hedgehog, and then made a hissing sound like a cat meeting an enemy.

"Ha~~"

"What's wrong?"

Several descendants of the crusaders looked at it one after another, frightened like a cat, the companion with hair roots.

"This is……"

A descendant of the Crusaders looked at the performance of his companion and frowned: "Where did it come from?"

This cat-like companion has the ability to feel any malice, and even can find out where this malice is the bug.

but……

The man returned to his hunched posture, sat back again, slightly stunned, raised his head, and stared at the roof of the van.

quite a while.

The descendant of the Crusaders was stunned for a while, then returned to his senses and looked at his companions: "Heaven..."

"what?"

"Malicious is coming from the sky, I just saw it, there seems to be an eye in the sky, open it and look at me coldly, as if it's being judged!"

"..."

Malice from heaven?

God will kill them?

how is this possible.

The eleven descendants of the Crusaders looked at each other.

Sitting in the co-pilot, the descendant of the cross with his arms around his arms took off his sunglasses and said, "Our ancestors can kill even the Salem dimension, and what about another dimension, it will only make us more brilliant! "

even……

They can far surpass their ancestors, not only can they chop up a dimension, they can even **** that dimension space by occupying a magpie's nest.

"Go straight to Lake Railay."

The descendant of the Crusaders who seemed to be the leader said directly to the companion who was driving: "No matter what the local Dolan Church is, don't forget, this time, it is the Dolan Church from all over the Commonwealth who have come over, remember that we are here. One mission to kill these damned Salem remnants!"

"right!"

"Burn them!"

"Judge them with fire!"

In just a few words, the other descendants of the Crusaders forgot the words of the warning from their companions, squeezed their fists, restored their frenzied expressions, and roared loudly.

Loud.

Letting the side drive, just put down Gwen, and frowned as George looked at the three-meter-long van in the police car passing by Lake Riley.

Here in New Orleans, don't you check the overload?

Hilton Hotel.

door.

Gwen looked at the real-time positioning sent by Locke, smiled, put away the phone, and then pushed his luggage into the hotel.

Hotel reception.

The beautiful blond lady looked at Gwen who came in after walking through the revolving door, her eyes were slightly amazed.

Are the quality of the guests staying in these days so high? It seems that the woman who can fight with this woman is probably the woman who stayed in the hotel's 3808 Presidential Suite a few days ago.

Just when the blonde lady was thinking about it.

Gwen came over with the luggage: "Hello."

The blonde waiter returned to his senses: "Hello, do I need to check in for you?"

Gwen waved his hand: "No, I want to find someone."

The blonde waiter smiled and said, "Of course, what's the name."

"Rock Broughton."

"..."

The blonde waiter was slightly taken aback, then he looked at the computer in front of him, and after a few operations, he confirmed that it was indeed the guest staying at 3808. He raised his head and said, "Mr. Broughton's room is at 3808."

Gwen said, "I know, I was asking, can you give me a key?"

The blonde waiter listened to the request: "This..."

"I'm his girlfriend."

"Ok?"

Gwen thought about it, took out from her bag the proof that she and Locke had opened a joint bank account at the time, and then handed it to the blonde receptionist along with her driver's license, and said she wanted to surprise her boyfriend. , then put his hands together and looked at the blond waiter with a begging face: "I left home at four o'clock and waited at the airport for a long time before I got on the plane, and finally came here, if you call him A phone call would ruin my surprise."

The blonde waiter looked at the proof of opening a joint bank account, then looked at Gwen's driver's license, and then, listening to Gwen's words, pursed his lips: "Okay, Ms. Stacy, wait a moment. ."

Gwen was overjoyed: "Thank you."

The blonde waiter smiled.

good guy.

The handsome guy with the three-eighth-eight relationship is a scumbag.

I knew that rich men are scumbags, not to mention, this kind of man who spends two thousand dollars for a night, obviously has such a beautiful and gentle girlfriend, and he brought another girl over to stay at the hotel.

Still my boyfriend.

The blonde waiter thought about the boyfriend who stayed at home, practiced boxing every day, and needed her to work eight jobs to barely make ends meet.

after awhile.

The blond waiter copied a temporary key card of 3808 and handed it to Gwen: "Ms. Stacey."

Gwen took the room card, looked at the blonde receptionist with some excitement, glanced at the nameplate, and showed a big smile: "Thank you... Dee, my name is Gwen!"

Called Dee shook hands and smiled: "Dee!"

Gwen put away the room card, left contact information with his new friend Dee, and then pushed his luggage towards the elevator.

Before coming, Gwen was most worried that the hotel would not cooperate with her. After all, this is a five-star hotel with good security measures.

fortunately……

It worked.

soon.

Thirty-eighth floor.

"Ding!"

"Three eight zero eight!"

Gwen walked out of the elevator, looked at the arrow on the wall, and found the room where Locke was staying. His eyes lit up, and when he looked at the arrow over there, he turned left.

That's it.

Gwen stopped at the door of 3808's room~www.wuxiamtl.com~ with an excited smile on his face, imagining the expression that would appear when Locke opened the door, ready to knock on the door.

moment.

The moment Gwen raised his hand and put the door card on the door lock, the transparent fluff swished into his eyes and at the wrist, and it was straight and straight again, standing straight up from lying flat on his back.

"what's the situation?"

The door opens.

Gwen looked at the look on his wrist and looked up into the room.

on the sofa in the living room.

Picture of Locke hugging Carrie.

shocked!

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