Chapter 114:

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As soon as Sinmo walked near the car box where St. Grad was located, he encountered countless mob killers, but they were all little vampires, so for the deputy elders of the secret party, dealing with them was easy. He took out two short blades from his sleeves, and then flashed a shadow of swords and blood with his fast figure.
"St. Grad, are you okay?" Sinmo killed all the way with the two short blades in his hand, and finally cut off the head of the last enemy in front of him, and pushed open the door of the car where the fake Luvian was. Tao.
"I'm okay, but Emira is injured." St. Grad in the car replied and cut off the head of another magic party. The dark red blood rolled up in the air for countless circles, and finally landed in the car. On the wall. However, the walls have long been stained black, and it will not make any difference with a few drops of blood.
"It seems that this time the Demon Party sent a lot of people to kill Luvian!" Sinmo strenuously wiped out the two Demon Parties before finally squeezing into the car, exclaiming loudly. At this time, I thought it was overcrowded in the car, and there were murderers from the Mo Party everywhere, staring at the three of them with blood-red eyes.
"There are a lot of people, but the ability is not too strong, so it is only a matter of time to eliminate them!" St. Grad tried his best to protect Emila, who was seriously injured on the side, and waved him at lightning speed. Plasma splashed wherever the slender but too long sword went, and the head of the Devil Party instantly left their bodies, and then suddenly turned into ashes before landing. However, although Emira on the side was seriously injured in love, as long as the Magic Party dared to approach her and St. Grad, she would still use her sharp claws to instantly pierce the other's heart.
"Yeah! I also think they are too weak. There is no need for a second cut." Sinmo said while fighting.
"But how could he be so misguided!" St. Grad said puzzledly.
"You mean the Great Elder of the Mo Party?" Sinmo asked.
"Yes! As far as I know, he is a very shrewd person. How could he send these infamous little vampires to death knowing our strength!" Saint Grad replied. A sword swept across, and killed two or three Mojo killers.
"There are quite a few of them!" Sinmo continued. The voice was unbroken, and another piece of ashes scattered, filled with a strong smell of blood that was a little pungent.
"With their strength, another one or two hundred can't do us anything!" St. Grad said with a big shock, and handed Emila next to Sinmo who was rushing over, and then he faced the demon alone. The crowded corner of the party rushed towards it, like a tiger released from its cage, constantly tearing the opponent's throat fiercely.
"Emila, how are you?" Sinmo asked, looking at the long blood on Emila's chest.
"It's okay, if it wasn't for their sneak attack, how could it have hurt me!" Emilia replied, holding her chest.
"That's good!" Sinmo smiled very softly, but the double blade in his hand was shining with cold light, wherever he went, there was no longer any life, only the voice of inquisition.
"By the way, sinmo? How about Jing'er?" St. Grad suddenly turned his head from the slaughter and asked.
"It's okay there, not a single killer." Sinmo replied.
"What is Jinger doing then?" St. Grad continued to ask.
"She is sleeping soundly now!" Sinmo said with a smile.
"This child is really not afraid of anything, and he can still fall asleep at this time. At first I thought she was just talking!" St. Grad also laughed. But looking at the mob killer who appeared continuously, his face was hard to look.
"It seems they really want to exhaust us!" St. Grad exclaimed. He turned around and slashed. There was one Mo Party killer, one pair, and one piece disappeared, but the space that had finally emerged was filled with new Mo Party killers in an instant.
"But it's so weird!" Sinmo sighed with suspicion looking at the killers that kept appearing.
"What's the matter? What do you think is wrong?" St. Grad hurriedly asked when Sinmo said so. However, the sharp sword in his hand was still waving continuously, dancing out a burst of smoke.
"They don't seem to have any strategy, they are just sending them to death at will!" Sinmo replied. "Ha!" Another Mobster killer turned into ashes and disappeared before Sinmo's eyes.
"From the beginning, I thought something was wrong, but I didn't have time to think about it. Now that you say that, it is really strange. Whether or not the other party wants to win with more people, he has to send one or two leaders! It is said that there must be a little elder." The more St. Grad thought about it, the more things went wrong.
"Perhaps they want to wait until our physical strength is almost exhausted before sending a strong one to a battle!" Sinmo replied after thinking for a while.
"You said the possibility is indeed higher, but is it really that simple?" St. Grad knew from the knowledge of the Mo Party's elders that he was definitely not the kind of person who would be easily seen through by others. He must have some tricks, but what will he do? St. Grad kept thinking in his heart.
"St. Grad? You see they seem to be retreating." Sinmo suddenly interrupted St. Grad's thinking and shouted.
"Fucked! We were fooled! Hurry up and go to Jing'er's place!" Saint Grad was awakened by sinmo's yell and shouted. Immediately, he rushed to the door desperately. Except for the Mob in the way, he completely ignored the other killers who were still alive, and rushed straight to the soft sleeper compartment where Jinger was. Sinmo and Emira also followed closely, but the strange thing is that the Mobster killer who should have tried their best to stop them did not intend to stop them. Instead, they kept retreating. After a while, they never saw you in the train. To a magic party. Therefore, St. Grad and the others were almost unobstructed on the second half of the passage to the soft sleeper, and it was almost fast, but they still felt that they were not fast enough, and they wished they had more legs and more legs. foot.
But when they actually arrived at the door of the carriage, listening to the strange silence inside the door from outside, they didn't even have the courage to open the door for a while. The three of them just stood at the door and looked at each other. But he said nothing, did nothing. Finally, St. Grad sighed deeply. Although the vampire didn't need to breathe, he might just do it to give himself a little more courage.
The door opened, and there was a wolf inside the door. There were blood and ashes on the walls, the ground, and the bed. The bed collapsed and shattered to pieces, and the window had been opened, and a cool breeze was blowing on him. And on the only bed in the carriage that was still intact, there was Jinger covered in blood lying on it, obviously he had lost consciousness, and whether he was alive or dead was unknown.
"Jing'er!" Sinmo's shout was muffled in his throat.
"Luvian!" St. Grad just shouted softly. And Emira, who was injured on the side, just looked stupidly.
"Luvian!" "Jing'er!" After another moment, they ran over, picked up Luvian, who was still alive and dead, and looked at the corners of her mouth, neck, and chest that were still bloodstained. They could no longer restrain their emotions. , Shouted excitedly.
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