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In the eastern part of the mainland, overlooking the tower.

In a strange room on the top floor, the skinny Marstein is lying on his luxurious and luxurious bed and screaming.

Inside this secret room, you can see the magnificent furniture and furnishings of the exterior decoration, and the portraits of the fascinating girl with the **** and **** are everywhere. The dining table placed on the corner of the wall is filled with a full set of gold and silver cutlery, which reflects the illusory light under the illumination of a bright witchcraft light source...

If an outsider mistakes this place, I will not believe that this is a 4th-level wizard's residence. Because the whole residence is full of extravagance and extravagance, the drunken dreams of the cockroaches are not in line with the mysterious temperament of the powerful mysterious wizards.

Moreover, I can't find half of the items related to witchcraft in the whole house. Instead, some of the favorite items of the human aristocrats are thrown everywhere, mixed in the gorgeous silk underwear, people can't help. Fantasy.

However, just as the Marshall was holding his hands and feet on a huge pillow with a hazelnut pattern, the emptiness of the corner of the room rose, and a strange magical eye emerged. Unreal eyes began to look at the room curiously.

The eye of the magic seems to be illusory, but there is a real void.

It is like a fist-sized phantom, floating in the room, seems to be extremely curious about everything here.

In the end, its gaze fell on the ugly form, the body of the body that screamed and slept, and the illusory eye continued to approach him, giving every detail of every inch of his body.

Have to say that Mars is really ugly!

There is not much flesh and blood on the skinny body, and the loose skin is placed on the bones with distinct bones. It looks like a still breathing breath.

His gray skin is covered with dull markings. The chest, underarms, and feet are covered with messy black bristles. On the other hand, there should be some sparse yellowish impurities on the head. hair……

As a 4th-order prophet, Mars apparently did not pay much attention to personal hygiene. His ugly body was covered with dirt, and the whole room was filled with an unpleasant terrible stench.

Although Mastan slept very deeply, but the eyes of the magic were so close together, the fate of the embarrassment emanating from above may not be perceived by others, but he is familiar and can no longer be familiar with it.

Marstein screamed and screamed from his sleep, blink of an eye, and saw a pair of watery, sparkling beautiful and beautiful eyes. The eyes are big and clear, and they occupy almost the most visual space in front of his eyes.

He even had to lean back a few centimeters, only to see the magical eye floating in front of him. And the beautiful eyes are staring at him silently through the eyes of magic.

"Bastard, this is your devil!" A series of vicious curses immediately emerged from the slanted mouth of Marshall, and he struggled to wave his arms and tried to drive the magic eye further.

It is a pity that the eye of the magic only retreats by half a meter, and it is changed to the flank where his arm is not enough to continue to play ‘peeping.’

"Ugly ugly, here is your bedroom? It is ugly and stinky, exactly the same as your body." The eye of the magic gently swayed the void, and there was a strange spiritual ripple: "You always say that you are a 4th-level wizard, why can't you find half of the things related to witchcraft and prophecy in your bedroom? Can you take me to visit your lab? I am very interested in the experiments of your 4th-level wizards... ..."

It seems to be entangled in Marshall, the eyes of the magic wandering around him, while patrolling everything around him, talking casually with him. And the face of Marshall was already full of anger and helplessness.

"You give me a quieter!"

Marsman shot a golden light from the palm of his hand and blasted the eye of the magic.

However, this magical eye has just dissipated, and the surrounding void has once again become awkward, and a new magical eye has emerged.

"What are you doing with the eye of my destiny? Don't you know that it takes to destroy the power of destiny? You have already blown my eyes of 73 fate yesterday, I haven't found you yet!"

The actions of Marshall seemed to be useless to the guy who was hiding in the empty eye. The other party began to smack the language bombing, and turned a bed of the fourth-order prophet in the bed, but couldn’t sleep anymore.

Marstein struggled to climb down from the luxurious bed, grabbed a silk robes from the floor with a delicate soft carpet and wrap it around, swaying toward the bathroom.

"Little devil, don't follow me, I am going to take a shower. If you want to see an old man's bathing look, just follow it!" Before entering, Marstein turned back and snarled.

This threat seems to have a little effect, the eyeball hesitated, and finally did not drift into the bathroom, but wandered around in the bedroom.

The personal residence of a 4th-level wizard can be so simple. Although it is superbly luxurious, it is like a no-frills nobility nouveau riche. However, in the cold wall sandwich, under the wooden floor, on the ceiling hanging with huge crystal chandeliers, there are hidden and innumerable guardian witches.

In the hidden darkness of the bedroom residence, there are also fluctuations in the elements of the hustle and bustle. It is a few secrets and secret rooms that have been disguised and disguised.

These hidden places are surrounded by layers of protective witchcraft, able to isolate the exploration of prophetic witchcraft, and also isolate the infiltration of most extraordinary forces in the world.

It is a pity that the power of the magical eye above it is obviously not a common witchcraft power. It is considered that these witchcraft protections are nothing, and they are free to shuttle and patrol inside.

After a quarter of an hour, I took a hot bath, and the fresh-hearted Marstein just came out of the bathroom and saw the magical eye that floated out of his own witchcraft room.

The ones that are placed there are all your favorite and most precious treasures!

Marstain’s face was immediately twisted and twisted.

Since the last time he peeked at the colleague who was far away from the North, he was inexplicably entangled in the woman of fate. The other side seems to be deeply favored by the power of destiny, and has the means of fate control that is difficult for outsiders to understand.

After she inadvertently captured the eye of Mars's own original destiny, she mastered this ability without a teacher. Then, from then on, she became a terrible nightmare for Marshall!

It seems that I am curious about this strange old man who has a strong destiny power. The woman of fate has driven the eye of destiny that only Marshall can control in the past to start tracking all-weather around him with 360 degrees.

When Marshall meditated, she was; when Marshall was divined, she was; when Marshall was eating, she was; when Marshall was sleeping, she was; Marshall was hiding in the secret room guarded by the power of destiny, she was still...

In short, the power of destiny mastered by Mars can perfectly protect the colleague in the north, but it is ineffective against the woman of fate.

Marshall has tried all the means of protection, but he can't isolate the curiosity of the fateful woman.

For half a year, every moment of every day, his side is floating with this nasty eye, peeping at his every move, so that he can not keep a trace of privacy.

And this strange magical eye can only be seen by him. Other wizards, even the other 4th-level wizards in the association, can't see this abominable eyes floating through the naked eye.

To be honest, this kind of voyeuristic work on the privacy of others, Marshall did not do less in the past.

However, like this fateful woman, she has been entangled in others for half a year. This situation has never happened. What is even more terrifying is that even if Marshall destroys the eyes of the other's destiny, the other party can summon one more in a flash.

It seems, possible, probably... the power of destiny is too fond of the woman of destiny, and the other party does not seem to have a hard-working appearance when using the power of destiny, as if she had no burden on the fate of witchcraft...

And this is the most letting Mars desperate!

"Little devil, what do you want from me? I beg you, let me go! I will be entangled in you again, I will go crazy..." Marstein immediately rushed over and grabbed the eye of the magic. I put my face on it and snarled loudly.

"I have already said it! You just have to teach me the destiny of your destiny, I will not bother you... I have been asking Alice teacher for a long time, but she is not willing to teach me a destiny witchcraft. I also said that I am the daughter of fate. Everything I want can only be obtained from fate... Hey, it must be that she is too stingy to teach me, and she has found so many excuses!"

One was the witchcraft of destiny. At the last moment, Marstein, who was still pleading with his face, immediately turned his face, smashed his eyeball and turned and walked out of the room.

A moment later, a new eyeball floated behind him, and the girl’s fresh and sweet voice came out from inside.

"Old man, you have ruined my eyes of destiny. If you are so rude, I will broadcast the ugly appearance of the naked body, so that everyone around you can see your ugly side... hurry up. Let me teach my destiny witchcraft, or I will broadcast it now..."

Marshall was violently thunderous, and a stack of swearing words cursed this eccentric girl like a destiny monster.

The girl seems to be irritated, and there is a strange and bizarre spiritual fluctuation in the eye, which quickly rushes in all directions.

This cymbal is silently diffused inside the tower, and every smashed life individual, no matter what they are doing, instantly reveals a ugly and ugly male body.

Immediately within the giant tower!