Chapter 1588 White Magician (2)

Just as Ye Qingxuan thought about whether he should fly away directly, the York bishop, whom everyone admired, was suddenly excited and squeezed out the crowd and rushed to the Cavaliers who were preparing to attack. The bows and arrows they held were forcibly pressed down.

"Do not stop! Without my order, no attack is allowed!" The York bishop shouted loudly.

The Holy See Knight immediately took over and looked at the Bishop of York with gaze, but the people around him were amazed.

"The bishop of York is going to take it out!"

"The bishop of York, send this abominable black witch to hell!"

The cold sweat on the forehead of York, looking at the empty sky, the girl with a cold face, he took a step back and said devoutly: "Respected white magician, please forgive our offense, it is our stupidity, blinding us. The eyes are not able to recognize your identity."

A group of people who are screaming are completely dumbfounded.

"White... White Magician?"

"York Bishop, you are not kidding... she... isn’t it a black witch?”

The bishop of York tweeted: "Black hair and black eyes are not unique features of the black witch. The first choice of these hair color and twilight is our god... After that, the devil is despicable to steal all this. Deliberately looking for servants with the same characteristics, blurring our perceptions."

The words of the Bishop of York are not false, but are clearly recorded in the literature of the Holy See.

However, everything about the gods is recorded by the Holy See. After that, every black-haired woman appeared, mostly accompanied by disasters and plagues. Therefore, over time, people only remember the black witches. trace.

"This..." For a time, everyone was panicked.

You must know that the White Sorcerer, who was the darling of the Devil's Age, closest to the gods, learned the power of mastering magic from the hands of the gods, and launched a battle against the black magicians.

Ye Qingyi had planned to leave, and he did not expect that such a wonderful change would happen.

Before the combination, the difference in the reaction of the people to themselves, Ye Qingyi also noticed that they seem to mistake their own aura, what power is on the side, thus misidentifying her identity.

"Want to know, your mission in this world?" The **** of Vientiane, the smile of the opening.

There is an ominous premonition in Ye Qingying’s heart.

The **** of Vientiane, looking at the devout York Bishop, said to Ye Qing: "Help the Super League, unify this continent, and gain the faith of all on this continent."

This time, the **** of Vientiane did not divide the task, but a single breath, directly giving Ye Qingyi the only task.

Gain the faith of everyone.

Listening to this extremely familiar task, Ye Qingyi always feels that the **** of Vientiane has some inevitable connection with the tasks he has accomplished in various worlds.

However, since the mission has already appeared, Ye Qingyi knows what he is going to do.

Looking at the York bishop who mistakenly thought of himself as a white magician, Ye Qingyi slowly dropped a little from the sky.

She was not slow or slow, but she was surrounded by a scream of excitement. All eyes were shocked to see the girl who was surrounded by the light and set foot on the void.

(End of this chapter)