Alin doesn't care if the ground is broken or not.

It doesn't matter how much money he has to pay if the street is scrapped, he just wants to be happy and that's it.

I have to say that the Horned Demon Warlord is really a very qualified punching bag.

Its vitality is very strong. As long as its head and heart are not destroyed, it will not lose all its health even if it is beaten as hard as I am called Alin.

Even as the blood volume gradually decreases.

Its blood loss speed is also getting slower and slower, showing a state similar to blood locking.

But even this is of no use.

After being severely beaten by humans, its eyes had long lost the luster of hope, and it even had no strength to scream later.

Looking at the half-dead Horned Demon Warlord, I, Alin, felt more and more disappointed.

The horned demon warlord resisted at first and howled twice.

At that time, there was still some interest in calling me Alin.

But now, the horned demon is completely motionless.

Like a cold doll.

What's the point of playing it?

"stand up!"

"You are a demon!"

"Get up and fight me!"

Calling me Allin is like a WWE athlete lifting the Horned Demon Overseer from the ground.

In order to make the Horned Demon Overseer sober, he even gave it a few big dicks again.

In a few moments, the sharp teeth in the Horned Demon Overseer's mouth were almost gone.

Its gaze is dull and has no focus.

His face was even more bruised and purple, one side was bigger and the other was smaller, and there were bruises around his eyes.

"Damn it!" I was called, Alin, furious.

"Since you no longer intend to fight, then go and die!"

"I originally planned to take you as my exclusive sandbag, but a piece of trash like you is not even worthy of being a sandbag! hetui!"

Call me Alin and spit in the face of the Horned Demon Warlord.

He lifted up the Horned Demon Warlord with one hand and threw it into the air. Then he stepped up with his legs and shot up into the sky. The other hand turned into a fist and clawed his way through the chest with a "pop" sound.

When landing again.

He already held the slightly beating heart of the Horned Demon Overseer in his hand.

"Hmph... it's done!"

"You should be able to return to Winter City now."

My whole body, Alin, was covered in blood, and my terrifying aura began to gradually fade away, and I also gained a weak debuff.

However, his expression remained calm.

As if killing a horned demon warlord was just a trivial matter.

"Damn it! You tricked me!"

The true gentleman who was trying to catch a fish curled his lips.

In his heart, he still admires Call Me Alin very much. He and Bu Shi had the opportunity to learn Groin's [Thunder Fury] before.

But Gloin finally refused after looking at them a few more times.

Think about it now.

Maybe it's not because they are not close enough to Gloin, the dwarf master.

But Groin thought that their bodies could not withstand such an explosive skill as Thunder Fury.

In order to prevent them from being injured, they refused to teach them this skill.

Players can indeed be resurrected.

But the moment the skill is used, the person will explode and die due to lack of physical fitness, so there is almost no difference whether he has this skill or not.

"Are you a demon or is the Horned Demon Overseer a demon?"

"Is there any mistake?"

He smiled helplessly, took the demon's heart from the hand of Call Me Alin, and at the same time took out the Heart Dementor's heart.

Although the mission does not require the hearts of other demons.

But these two demon hearts can be used as proof of their actions and exchanged for more benefits from the Winter King.

Especially for this broken street, it would be great if they were not allowed to compensate...

It was a dark and windy night, and all the players regrouped in the underground den, taking the succubi tied into rice dumplings and heading home overnight.

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…

Xinkui and Xinzhi have been in Winter City for two days.

Life here can be said to be as beautiful as a dream.

Perhaps the only shortcoming is that my mother is no longer here.

They can eat delicious soft white bread and drink delicious milk every day

If not they don't like eating meat very much.

All kinds of meat products are also completely manageable.

What's more valuable is.

Everything in Winter City's food is particularly delicious.

There are even many exquisite foods that they have never heard of.

For example, those ice-cold, sweet and sour smoothies, or those soft and delicious marshmallows.

I found out after asking around a bit.

These desserts are unique to Winter City.

You can't eat it anywhere else.

All the secret recipes are in the hands of the Winter King.

This also made the two sisters Xinkui and Xinzhi worship and be grateful to the mysterious King of Winter even more.

in their hearts.

This king is not only the hero who rescued them from danger.

More like an omnipotent god.

Xinkui and Xinzhi often felt guilty for the excessive favors given to them by this king.

Every day they get up early to clean the back garden and tower.

There is no need for a housekeeper to arrange tasks for them.

But after all, they are still young and have little ability. There is only so much they can do.

The naive Xinzhi would even deliberately eat less when eating. She was afraid of wasting food for her benefactor, and it seemed that eating less would save some money.

This morning, Xinkui started cleaning the rooms in the tower one by one as usual.

She was very attentive when cleaning.

Other maids mop the floor with mops.

Xinkui not only had to mop first, but after mopping, she had to kneel on the ground with a rag and mop the solid wood floor again bit by bit.

She wouldn't give up until she wiped her fingers on the ground and found that there was almost no dust left.

After working all morning, Xinkui's face was already covered with sweat.

Her originally silky hair was stuck together with sweat, and the back of her maid skirt was also a little wet, which made her look a little embarrassed.

But she still enjoyed it.

There is only one last room left.

Xinkui took a deep breath, thinking about the owner of this room, she couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

This room belongs to a pure-blood elf.

The name of the pure-blooded elf is Asilia.
To be continued...