The glass greenhouse outside the window reflects the light of the pale sun, and the bright roses are so conspicuous even in the thin mist.

Duke Negan in the bedroom seems to have regained the feeling of riding horses, driving hounds, and chasing wild animals in the vast land with his father and elders when he was young.

Finally, he climbed to the top, and the surroundings seemed to become extremely quiet.

At this moment, his mind suddenly buzzed, and he felt that kind of pleasure and comfort bursting out suddenly, constantly bursting, bursting again and again without limit and without end.

Duke Negan's waist trembled, his eyes went blank, and his brain lost his mind.

His heart was beating violently unbearably, like a steam boiler whose pressure exceeded the limit by an unknown amount, it would blow up anytime and anywhere, and hot mist would spray out anytime and anywhere.

If it were an ordinary person or an Extraordinary with not very strong physical fitness, he must have suffered a myocardial infarction, suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and fell dead on the spot. However, Duke Negan survived in the end, but his eyes were absent-minded, the corners of his mouth were drooling, and he fell powerlessly to the flat. Lying mistress.

The "Wind Blessed One" and the secretary of the Duke, who were on guard in the rooms on both sides, sensed a spiritual anomaly and a mysterious smell at the same time. The former was suddenly surrounded by a violent wind, which rolled him into the wall and broke a big hole with a bang. , into the bedroom.

The secretary went straight to the source of the mystery - the attic of the house!

Along the way, he did not dodge or dodge, but the decorative vases and other objects in the corridor seemed to have a life of their own, avoiding him one after another with ingenious gestures.

And when he jumped up the stairs and ran to the attic, the wooden floor seemed to be moving up, as if it was helping him.

In just three or four seconds, this gentle, blond young man with delicate features entered the attic and saw a figure sitting on an old chair.

That figure is covered with viscous black liquid, like a collection of all the ugly desires and violent emotions deep in the human heart, it is the greed that is willing to sell the rope to hang oneself, it is the hunger that the same kind does not want to let go, it is Unrestricted lust.

This is the devil walking on the ground!

The thin secretary's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't attack directly. Instead, he looked at the other party, stretched his hand back, and closed the door politely.

boom!

The wooden door to the attic was closed.

The whole room suddenly felt like it was completely sealed off, and it seemed that it could be broken without any effort, and it was impossible to leave here.

At this moment, the concept of "close the door and seal the room" seems to have been tampered with as "seal this place and isolate the inside and outside"!

The "Apostle of Desire" moved, his figure swelled and grew, and a pair of huge bat wings with tongues of light blue flames grew out.

Fireballs exuding a strong sulfur smell formed one after another, blasting towards Duke Negan's blond secretary one after another.

The secretary stretched out his white gloved left palm, clenched it tightly, and turned his wrist halfway.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fireballs no longer follow the principle of straight lines or parabolas, and scatter violently in all directions, so chaotic that even if a botanist proposed the irregular movement of tiny particles, some of them hit the wall, some hit the ceiling, Some landed beside the weak secretary, while others retreated backwards, almost wounding the "Apostle of Desire" himself.

The entire attic was in a mess, with broken and scorched marks everywhere, and even the house shook twice.

However, the mysterious power or tampered rules of the "seal" here have not been broken, and the surrounding walls, old wooden doors, and dusty roof are only crumbling, but they have never fallen.

The "Apostle of Desire" was not frustrated by the failure of the attempt just now, nor was he flustered because the other party's emotions were stable, restrained, unable to control, and unable to catalyze. His brown eyes suddenly had magma-like fiery red leaps, condensing into a blonde secretary Looking at him, he spit out a demonic word full of filth and stench: "Death!"

Almost at the same time, the secretary wearing gold-rimmed glasses narrowed his pupils, opened his left fist, and pointed his palm at the "Apostle of Desire".

All of a sudden, his figure split up, one was the gentleman himself with a thin figure, and the other was the shadow covered in the black liquid of "desire", the two alternated rapidly and sometimes overlapped.

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