Mysterious Tribulation

On the stage.

The old gentleman is like entering the dance floor with his dancing partner, holding the girl's hand and bowing to all sides.

"Vonila Salibato is eighteen years old, in good health, disease-free and has noble blood as an offshoot of the Viscount Salibato family"

"Volunteer to become an assistant and help the old earl make pre-dinner fruit."

The host's voice was agitated.

With cold hands and feet, William looked at the girl lying on the platform with a smile of dedication and expectation in his eyes.

The old earl bowed to all sides again, chanting the invisible incantation.

The crimson mist surrounded the girl, and the sound of tender buds stretched out.

Above the blood-red mist, a weird plant is growing rapidly, with huge pomegranate fruits hanging on the branches

This scene made William stare.

She's crazy

Am I crazy or the world is crazy why does anyone want to be like this

"The best food, from the last sentence, look to William: "A voluntarily dedicated girl, pure and depraved, cruel and kind, perfectly blends the only one, and bears sweet fruits. I have to say, the old earl. I really found a perfect ingredient. "

His eyes are slightly scarlet: "This is a rare gem. When you bite the pomegranate pulp with your teeth, you feel the burst of pulp, and your tongue seems to touch the depths of the other person's soul."

"Don't say vomit."

Beside, William was already half kneeling on the ground, covering his mouth.

In his heart, he regretted it very much.

Even some vague guesses were connected by William.

For example, why Quentin was so kind to him and introduced him to the association, he was just a poor boy with no name!

His positioning seems to be the same as that of the ignorant girl!

"You see it"

At this time, Quentin gently whispered in William’s ear: “Every true gourmet needs to dedicate an ingredient and the delicacy I prepare for the next gathering is the soup after the fruit. It is called the wise man’s brain thick. Soup When I first met you, I found a delicious little lamb. This is the gift of the Mother of Night! But you are still too young and need to be cooked" x

"what!"

William yelled and hit Quentin's face with a punch, causing the gentleman in a white suit to fall to the ground.

He himself jumped up and stumbled out of the club.

Unexpectedly, the people and guards in the club did not stop them. They just yelled at William, whistled, commented, and pointed as if looking at a pig to be slaughtered, choosing delicious parts.

"Quentin, your ingredients ran away."

In the private room next door, a gourmet who was cutting steaks laughed.

"He has the imprint of the curse I planted on him. The fear he can't escape, and the cooking seasonings make him panicked in anxiety. In the end, it is difficult to escape the final struggle and despair of his destined fate. Make his brain more delicious!"

Quentin stood up indifferently, eagerly and authentically: "This is also part of the dining etiquette."

In fact, this is a ritual for gourmets.

"Recently, the General Bureau of Investigation has transferred people back like crazy, but don't get into trouble."

A masked woman in a high-necked evening gown with rough waves on her chest and a skirt split to the base of her thigh walked over and giggled.

"In our club, there are many nobles who have enjoyed everything since they were born. After enjoying all the normal enjoyment of ordinary people, they are already empty and numb. They can only pursue new depraved excitement. Here we are. I can feel a hint of joy. The black skin of the Bureau of Investigation is no more than a dog raised in the kingdom. How dare you come to catch the owner"

Quentin poured himself a glass of wine and sneered: "What's more, this is also the requirement of Death Blood. That kid is a sacrifice specially sent by Death Blood. His background has long been investigated, and his fate has long been doomed."

"The decayed group of dying blood"

There was a trace of disdain in the eyes of the women in the evening dress, and there was a trace of interest: "So you also treasure a characteristic of the ingredients. He is a descendant of the Sotos family. This is a more noble and mysterious bloodline than the noble girl tonight. I I can’t wait to taste him.”

"I've heard that those guys are a bit weird recently. They seem to have something to do with the former Ruins of Sotos in Green Forest City. It is said that the Earl Green Forest may have resurrected a thousand years ago. This makes the descendants of those traitors very worried that they are worried. Trial and liquidation will usher in!"

A member with a big belly and a pig-head mask on his face smiled.

"The resurrection of the dead, along with the creation of life and the panacea that can cure all pollution, are the three ultimate problems in occultism. I am afraid that only Sisui can be a mortal, and it will never be possible to resurrect from the dead."

Quentin firmly said: "A group of idiots who are deceived by rumors and scare themselves, I really hope that one day in the future, the taste of their blood will be very sweet!"

"Stop talking, let's start."

The female gourmet looks towards the high platform.

At this time, the cooking has reached the final step. The gourmets around have scarlet eyes, like prisoners who have been hungry for several days, flocking to the pomegranate tree. On the blood-red weird pomegranate tree, the pomegranates are cracking, and the ruby-like flesh is like Raining down

The next day, the hunter's bar.

As soon as Aaron walked into the door, a figure rushed over: "Boss help!"

"William."

Aaron sat down indifferently: "Go and make a cup of coffee."

"My Club"

William's hair was messy, his dark circles were heavy, and he didn't seem to sleep well all night.

At this time, facing Aaron's order ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, it turned out that the fear of the boss has overwhelmed the worry of the club, so he obediently walked to the back of the bar and started brewing coffee.

After the coffee and dessert were served, Aaron took a sip of coffee and asked, "What's the matter?"

William hastened to talk about the bloodsuit club, and he showed a **** mark on the back of his neck: "Since I escaped last night, I have this symbol boss on my neck. Should I go to the police?"

"This mysterious symbol represents sacrifices and prey, you are being targeted."

Aaron put down the coffee cup and shook his head: "The other party dared to let you go. It means that you are sure to arrest you and deal with the Bureau of Investigation. Besides, if you are an illegal extraordinary person who enters the Bureau of Investigation, will you have a good end?"

"Then am I dead?" William was desperate with a hint of hope: "Boss, help!"

"It's a little strange that the bloodsuit club can exist in Pulmouth for so long. It is still more rules. For example, the prey should be voluntary. Even if it is a false voluntary, you are a bit unqualified, unless you are affected by some external force."

Aaron buckled the coffee cup on the plate and smiled and said, "I'm doing divination. You can interpret this as a major event in your life. Work hard!"

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