"This is a genuine [Golden Divine Vein] level spell scroll. We have given it to you honestly. You failed to release it, but you lost your life. It seems that we are not surprised.

"You, you--" The city lord of Aryu changed his painting style, crying with grief, crawling out of the robber armor with great effort, holding Bai Ji's small leather shoes, and begging with a hoarse voice that shrivelled like a dead person. "Master, noble demon, I know that I was wrong, please, give me the antidote, save me! I am willing to give you all of my property, and I will give you everything you want." Lord City Lord does not seem to understand Scroll of spells, let me explain, since the moment you open the scroll of magic, you have no cure, understand. "Bai Ji silently threw away the hand that held her little leather boots like a match.

Really, we soiled our shoes and went back and had to let Luo Luo wash them ten or eight times before she was willing to continue wearing them.

"That is to say, the moment you open the scroll, the scroll has already judged you as the releaser, and will never stop before draining the last trace of your life force, Mr. City Lord, in fact, you are now considered "dead." "It's just a sigh of relief." Bai Ji smiled and said, "You are a curse master lady, I advise you to hand in the antidote honestly! If I die, my soldiers and colleagues. I won't just sit back and watch, if something happens to me, there will be no one to protect your safety!" The city lord of Aleutian city with a twitching and trembling face forcibly stopped his trembling tongue, and his words were full of threats.

"We said that there is nothing we can do." Bai Ji spread her hands. "I don't have common sense. I opened the scroll without permission and was sucked up by a man and I came to Holy Me. Isn't that justified? Isn't it possible to blame the man who made the knife for killing?

"Die head, don't you not see the coffin or cry! What are you doing in a daze? Stand and watch my joke? Take her down for me.

The soldiers looked at each other, and the idiot also saw that this daughter was definitely not ordinary, but who made this an order from the employer?

The sound of "Qiang Qiang" drawing the blade was crisp and loud, like a pile of metal rings clasping together.

The soldiers who escorted Lei Ka also drew out their weapons and surrounded Bai Ji from all sides.

The sharp swords gleaming with cold light formed an impermeable metal wall. The silver-haired girl danced gracefully, and even the evasive movements were so natural, as if she was not deliberately avoiding the blade, but just improvising. Jump on a beautiful dance, but the pure and flawless silver hair flutters like snow, like a white butterfly in a messy wind and rain.

"When the metal intricate sounds are like accompaniment music for dancing girls, it's like a dance party on the tip of a knife.

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly, as if an impromptu dance party came to an end.

The girl was carrying a long dress, under the gaze of a crowd of frightened soldiers, she stopped and stood on the tip of a soldier's sword, and bowed. A nobleman seemed to be just a breathing time, and blood spurted out like countless people. The dead threads are entangled together, and the net of cold knives and lights is like a purgatory woven by the **** of death.

In silence, flesh and blood flew across, the scarlet unknown mass burst like a torrential rain, as if in the blink of an eye, the iron pieces of armor bound to the flesh were flying, and in the next moment, these things could not be They are called "people".

The blood clot of the broken limbs flew out and spread out, except that it did not infect the girl and the exaggerated huge silver sickle in her hand.

"Rasambo's sickle [Gutemala] Laika muttered to herself that she forgot that the **** sickle splashed on her face further proved the identity of the other party and made her even more unbelievable." It couldn't be better for the residue and residue to die together. "The **** center marks a square meter, an uncontaminated circle, and the girl is standing in it, her face twisting her long skirt calmly.

This dress is her favorite one. It is woven according to her own liking. It can be defiled by the blood of the dregs. The civilians are dumbfounded, the farmland is destroyed, and the crying farmers are helpless. At this moment, they all gathered together, looking at the girl who seemed to be in a higher dimension. The voice from within the blood urged them, only by kneeling and kowtow, and offering their insignificant dignity, can they show their respect for her.

It was a kind of nobleness in the bones, silent and deliberately introverted, and nobleness that could not be concealed, as if standing in front of them was the ancestor of the blood family, the Supreme God of Lasambo.

Laika trembling body, forgetting the sticky blood stained on her body, she felt that her blood was resonated by the other party, and the silence erupted, as if a pious priest had seen the true **** she believed in.

The girl's unconcealed sense of existence at this moment, so that everyone present has forgotten the nobles and their mercenaries who still existed at the last moment.

or Mu Xiaowan

"Whether you are in danger, you are wise in an emergency, you can still maintain the prism when you are on the spot, neither choose to burn the jade and stone, nor blindly listen to the other party's sophistry. Let me give a good comment on your performance this time.’

When Lycra froze, Bai Ji had already turned around slowly, carrying the sickle and gradually walked away.

"This is the last lesson we teach you, remember."

"Wait, wait! No, your Royal Highness!" Laika, who was silent for a few seconds, recovered like a dream, and chased after the blood stained on his face. Go up.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh one is??) The black uncle who was squatting and the people were startled.

They looked around. "Why is there a princess? Eh, miss, what's the matter with you?"

Laika, who was catching up with Bai Ji, softened her knees, put her pious hands together, and knelt behind Bai Ji. The royal family members saw her Royal Highness's etiquette actually came in handy today.

"What." Bai Ji turned her head slightly. "Recognizing our identity, I want to hand us over to the court to avenge my father and brother." No, Laika shook his head quickly and smiled bitterly. "Even if Lycra has that kind of thought, he still has no ability to gain such a powerful you.

"So, stop, what's the matter with us.

"I, Layla is trying to talk, she feels that she has a lot of things to say to the girl in front of her, and she also has a lot of questions that she doesn't understand. She wants to ask the girl to help her answer, but when the words come to her lips, she doesn't know what to do. Say how to ask.

"You, you, is your Royal Highness leaving the southern countries." After squeezing toothpaste for a long time, Laika squeezed out such a sentence with difficulty and was slightly panicked after realizing his offense.

"Sorry, I, I don't mean anything else, it's just that Lycra doesn't know how to describe her feelings for this incognito girl.

The time to get along is not long, even less than two months, but I always feel that this time has passed so long that this girl always inadvertently changes her thoughts and behaviors, and taught her something that may not be very willing to learn, but Things that I have to learn again.

She didn't force herself to learn anything, but she was changed by the other party imperceptibly, whether it was her thinking or behavior.

Only now did I realize that this might not be a bad thing, and what she taught herself was not something that violated her nature. It turns out that these things that she had resisted saved herself and the entire city's residents.

My feelings for her are very complicated, and I don’t know her motives for doing this. It is like a good benevolent person who one day receives a huge gratitude from others. There is an unspeakable feeling in my heart, like knocking over the cupboard. Seasonings.

"Yeah." Bai Ji gave an affirmative answer without looking back.

"Where are you going?

Laila asked urgently.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "I, I don't believe you are like that." There must be some mistake. Killing one's own uncles and younger brothers, attracting foreign enemies from inside and out, betraying the Scarlet Empire is simply impossible, your Highness. You saved the people from the war in the southern countries. How could you, who are so benevolent and righteous, do such a thing? Someone must be setting up your Highness!

Bai Ji stopped. "We haven't saved the southern countries, aren't these all your credit."

"His Royal Highness, don't joke, you can't make this kind of joke!" Lycra said anxiously.

"Look behind you, these pious kneeling people, are they kneeling to Laika? Please don't deny your kindness. The reason why you have lost precious time to stay is because you feel that Caika can be a leader. , By the way, disaster relief, education and famine relief, nothing more.

"Where are you going, if it is convenient, can you take me?" Laila lowered her head, a little embarrassed.

"No." Bai Ji refused decisively.

"You have more important things to do, don't you." Bai Ji gestured to the people behind her.

"No, the people of the entire southern countries have lost their leaders. They need you more than me, don't they?

Laila scanned the people who cast their hopeful eyes on Zi 2 and nodded silently.

"But the fertile fields of Great River City have been destroyed

"The homes of these noble lords have a lot of gold and silver treasures, food and water. Don't just rely on us for everything. From now on, these people will have to rely on you." The temple looked at the figure that was going away, and Lycra knelt on her knees. It's been a long time on the ground.

Chapter 42~

The graceful and magnificent palace is looming in the misty clouds, the dazzling inlaid gems are shining in the morning light, and the towering spires symbolize absolute emperorship and throne.

The magnificent platinum city wall has a width and height that cannot be seen at a glance, and the scale is breathtaking.

In the empty pavilion, bolsters made of jasper colored glaze stood on both sides like two teams of dedicated guards. The carpet woven with black gold silk edged silk in the middle led to the seat of imperial power that symbolized the power of ten thousand people.

The huge palace was silent, and on the throne inlaid with blood drop stone and obsidian sat a silver-haired middle-aged man dressed as a royal nobleman. A pile of silver-white knives wafted in the sky in the center of the hall. Under the control of the middle-aged man, The main hall slowly made a slight noise, and the dark red blood-like liquid was drawn from the red ball at the end of the blade, and gathered into a red line like a small stream, which was attracted by the middle-aged man and was absorbed by it.

The “red liquid” stored at the end of the handle seems to be about to bottom out, the red line becomes thinner and thinner, and finally there is only a small dotted line. With the last red line passing away, large and small silver daggers in the sky All broken, the clear voice appeared abrupt and caught off guard in this silent palace.

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his evil scarlet eyes. At the same time, the debris of the silver knife poured down like a torrential rain and splashed on the ground with a clear sound, like rain hitting the glass.

"Unprecedentedly powerful." The powerful curse surging between the gestures can make the middle-aged man intoxicated. I don't know when it started. He is deeply obsessed with the process of continuous purification of blood, as if every minute and every second. He is constantly getting stronger and getting closer and closer to the strength of the ancient blood clan.

This joy is irresistible, and it is also the easiest to confuse people.