"They say there is a Bone Cart Cult, and believers believe that there is a bone car filled with gods, which makes the world turn..." Van Helsing smirked at Don Quixote.
"I just heard you talking about the Colosseum?" Don Quixote asked the nobleman, "Do you know Oquibuchi?"
"Ojibuki?" The noble didn't take Van Helsing, Helsing and Don Quixote seriously at all, and he had no intention of answering.
He just held the Nightmare Demon's chin and teased: "Do you know?"
The nightmare succubus murmured in her heart without any other reaction.
"Oh, you don't know either, so how do I know?" He went around and around, but the nobleman never got to the point.
The nightmare succubus was like a doll in his hand, and also a shield for him to resist Li Yue's questioning.
So, Van Helsing broke the nightmare demon's neck.
No "Nightmare Eyes" are dropped.
Although the nightmare succubus is not dead, she will not be able to respond to the nobles for a short time.
"The Killing Cup! That's the Killing Cup that belongs to the Devil's Ball!"
Tang Ji fully understood what the problem would be - the presence of the eight brave men was too high, and the guests simply didn't take us seriously, so asking questions was half the effort.
"You want me, you want me, you want me!"
Need to earn some insults in some way.
This level of social interaction is beyond Li Yue's ability to deal with it.
The soldier was talking about a real issue.
"Okay, let's get off together."
Tang Ji also understands how the nobles, soldiers and businessmen can control so few and chaotic guests. He only knows that if he follows us around, he will always know the news that the Colosseum is not closed.
A small number of the guests who got up were demons, and most of them were humans.
Next to the dance floor, a large Colosseum was quickly completed.
The dance party party thoughtfully used the Nightmare Demon to set up a ladder for the guests to sit down.
"Ouch——"
"Yes, can they pry open your mouth?" The soldier opened his mouth slightly and made a classy facial movement with his tongue, "Just use their polite words and their upbringing to know which gutter to run to?"
The blast of air did not harm the onlookers. It was obvious that we were involved in the "duel" and were protected by the pleasure.
The guests under the long table all looked at the nobles.
The smoke had not cleared yet, and there was a squirming lava pool missing next to the dance floor. Sun Yuezheng ran into the field with small steps, firelight glowing on his feet, and his legs and golden half-armor melted into a line of gold liquid.
"That brave man has rules! He is so arrogant! You love him!"
"Hahaha, did you say something?" The businessman looked proud.
Our state is hungry, thirsty, happy, greedy, manic, and hateful, we can force Sun Yuezheng back into his body where he is.
At the same time, Don Quixote was writing outside the shadows of Hannibal and Li Yuequade.
The guests were stunned, and for a moment they were sure that what they heard was true - they had seen that the demon hunter had drunk a lot of wine, how could he be so drunk?
"Our new friends... are very rude." The nobles, warriors, and businessmen looked at each other as if they were watching a sideshow, and said with a mocking face, "Do you know that you have nothing to do with them?"
"I'm asking you, don't change the subject all the time." Van Helsing was really interested in hearing about the sect at first, but when he remembered the real thing, he didn't know anything about it, and he gradually lost patience.
O'Kib's response to this was to ask the guests who stood up to come together.
The seats were still made up of soft-bodied male demons who were twisting and turning. While the guests were waiting for the duel to end, they were definitely chatting and having fun. It was very enjoyable.
Of course, we know more about the rules of the Devil's Ball than Oujibu and Sunyueqode.
"Ding!"
At the same time, when the businessman mentioned the word "duel", dozens of guests under the long table stood up and faced Oujibu, Sun Yuezheng and Li Yuekede, ready to invite a duel at any time.
Van Helsing hasn't finished beating him yet, his balls are in place, he is standing in front of the nobles, warriors and merchants, winking at Ojib, as if he is confirming that he will lie to us now.
Although nobles, warriors, and merchants have no connections, their own weaknesses should be to the level of lords of authority, so they should try to learn how to use the staff of deception.
Countless hands stretched out behind Oujibu's face, which were invitations to dance "yes".
This chapter has been completed!