Chapter 121: The son of the Devil

Elizabeth was born into the British aristocracy, but her family was gone. In order to live in civilian life, she married a husband who did business in the UK and returned to the United States with him.
Her husband, Smith, built this English house for her to live in, but Elizabeth did not love her husband, and Smith was not at home for a long time, so she was thrown into the arms of the devil in the lonely and lonely.
Every night she dreams of a handsome man meeting with her. Soon after, she is pregnant and her husband has been away for half a year.
In order not to leak the wind, she took two maids and lived in the attic until she gave birth to a child in September.
She said in her diary that this child is a devil, but for her it is an angel. She lied that the child was a maid's student and secretly kept it around, but there was no impenetrable wall in the world. When the child was seven years old, someone revealed to Smith that the boy was Elizabeth's illegitimate child.
Angry Mr. Smith ran upstairs with a kerosene lamp to question Elizabeth, but somehow he suddenly fell off the stairs, the kerosene lamp shattered, flames and oil poured on him, burning him alive.
The matter went without a hitch, and the residents of the town said that it was the child of the devil, who killed Mr. Smith.
The angry residents rushed into the house with a torch and asked Elizabeth to surrender the child, but Elizabeth had already ordered the maid to take the child away and leave the town.
So the residents burned Elizabeth as a witch.
"Jun Yao." Gui Yan ran over and said anxiously, "My peach? Peaches, is he an accident?"
I waved: "Gui, don't worry, where is the attic?"
"Attic?" Gui Yan gave a moment and said, "You come with me."
Our group came to the corridor on the third floor. There was a rope hanging in the corridor. The laurels pulled the rope and a staircase fell from the ceiling.
I picked up the stairs and went to the attic. There was a strange smell on the upstairs, with a rancid smell, a musty smell, and a suffocation.
I followed the look and found the peach lying in the corner with blood on her body.
"Peach!" I lifted her up and gave her the pulse. Fortunately, she was only slightly injured.
I gave her a healing pill and picked her up, only to find something in her hand.
That is a photo.
The photo is very old, yellow and crisp, and the back is written in 1799.
I turned over and found that the photo was a seven-year-old boy with a short brown hair and looked pretty and beautiful.
How is this face so familiar?
I looked at it for a long while, and suddenly I took a breath.
This, this person is not...
There was heavy footsteps behind me, and I slowly turned back and saw Les standing there with a head in his hand.
That person's head is actually Philip's.
[Wo Wo, he is actually the son of the devil! I thought he was a gentleman! 】
[The son of such a handsome devil is actually good, star eyes. 】
[The front of the flower idiots go and even kill their own partners, this is definitely the devil who does not blink! 】
[Women are really unreasonable, they would like this kind of person, this is the so-called man is not bad, women do not love? 】
"What about them?" I clenched my fist. "How are you taking them?"
Rice threw Philip's head to the side, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I have lived for more than three hundred years. There have been countless people who want to get rid of us, pastors, priests, Indian wizards, but can kill My mother, you are the first one."
I hooked my mouth: "Should I be proud?"
"I have heard that the Chinese people have some kind of mysterious power." He walked slowly toward me. I was holding the peaches and stepped back two steps, watching him with vigilance.
"But I can't leave this continent, so I can't see it all the time." He opened his hands and smiled. "Today I finally saw it, the power from China."
[Why is he obviously praising Huaxia, but I feel very uncomfortable? 】
[Because he is full of ridicule, do you not know how to look at it? 】
[I rely on, he taunts a wool, the anchor is screaming at him! Isn't it a monster that has lived for three hundred years! What's so great? 】
[The anchor, see the crown in my hand? Gold, kill him, I reward you ten! 】
I gently placed the peach behind me and said, "So, what do you want now?"
Rice smiled and said: "I have said everything before. I have seen your live broadcast. It is your fan. Even if you wear a hat and a mask, I know that you are beautiful. I have seen many women. You are the most beautiful one. So I am going to kill you and keep you forever."
"The way you like someone is really strange." I pulled out the mahogany sword from behind. "If that's the case, then come to war."
"Hahaha, just by you?" Rice laughed. "The flags you put outside are no longer usable?"
"Yes." I said, "The power of the Jiuyang Volt is already exhausted."
"So what do you want to fight with me?" He seemed to win the game.
"Of course it is desperate to you." I took off my hat and mask, took off my brooch, and put it aside.
[Ah, ah, finally see the true face of the anchor! 】
[God, beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful woman! 】
[Beautiful and handsome! Anchor, I want to have a hundred monkeys with you! 】
[Beautiful and beautiful! 】
I raised my sword and pointed my toes. I concentrated all my strength on the tip of the sword and turned my body into a light, stabbing him toward him.
On the computer screen, I am steadfast, like a goddess who is going to die, and the live room is suddenly exploded.
[I can't stand it! I am flying to Los Angeles now, I am going to save the anchor! 】
[Don't be funny, waiting for you to fly over, you can only collect the corpse for the anchor. 】
[Even if I can't save the anchor, I have to avenge her! 】
There was always a smirk on Les's face, and he knew that I couldn't kill him.
His strength is too strong, the equivalent of Huaxia's senior devil, such a strong existence, with the repair of my second product, to kill him, but to hit the stone.
However, I have a flying sword.
I pressed the bottom card, but I can't let the audience see it.
This sword is actually just a cover.
Just as the sword stabbed in front of him, the flying sword in my body rushed out of the palm of my hand, and along my peach sword, turned into a golden light and penetrated his chest.
He stood confidently and stood still. He didn't move. He decided that my mahogany sword couldn't hurt him, but he didn't think that I still had a flying sword.
My mahogany sword pierced the wound left by Feijian and wore it from his back heart. He looked at me incredulously: "You, you actually..."
My eyes were sharp and I hooked my mouth and said, "You are too underestimated. We Chinese, some are means to deal with you like this devil."
After all, I pulled out the mahogany sword hard, and the flying sword returned to my body without knowing it.
Rice stumbled back two steps, his chest began to burn, and the dark fire destroyed his flesh and blood.
"No, how can I be killed by a witch from China!" He yelled, "I am not dead! I am the son of the devil!"
His body turned into a black mist and rushed toward me.
My strength has been exhausted, and I can no longer resist his last blow. I am going to die.
I closed my eyes and I didn't expect it. I thought I could escape the birth of the day.
At least I tried my best.
At this time, I heard a gunshot.
The black mist rushed to me, but it was blown up by a shot, and it was completely wiped out.
I was shocked and looked at the door, a tall man with a shotgun strode in.
"Thank you for saving me." I stood up against the wall, and when I saw his appearance, I stopped.
"Is it you?" I was shocked.
Come, actually is Yin Wei?
"Why are you here?" I almost squeezed this out of my teeth. I want to ask him if he is following me. How can he meet him in the United States?
Can't this be an accident this time?
"Pay attention to your tone." Yin Wei said, "I just saved your life."