The evil thief Magician, whose sentence was estimated to be 984 years old, threw away the ugly police station uniform. After stroking his slightly messy black curly hair, he dropped a series of bombs and walked away. Just as he was sitting on the top of the bus enjoying the night view, a letter to rescue the demon next door came into view.
Mr. Magician: "Oh? It's actually worth 100 million US dollars?" After touching his empty pocket, Mr. Magician left and came back.
Three hours later, Mr. Magician, who was pinned to the ground by a well-known unknown demon who wanted to gouge out his eyes, smiled silently and stole all the knives on the other person's body.
Someone felt wronged: "Beautiful red, I want it!"
Mr. Magician looked at the fraudster lady next door who was treated completely differently, and chose to send the crazy beauty back to the police station.
PS: Crazy criticism of beauties, my love~
Real thieves choose to confront each other~
As long as you kill all the enemies blocking your way, your infiltration will be successful~
I don't know where I will write it~[Innocent. Jpg]
Intention: The flower of evil also has its time to bloom
My Spell Return Is Different