I'm such an old god, so sorry

Mistoria bowed slightly.

Xiude shrugged, not embarrassing Miss Hunter, and turned his attention to the girl sitting opposite him.

After leaving the farewell party for the Mirage, Xiu De and Cang Xia strolled for a while in the Bay of Lyre Birds, and then went to a well-known local high-end restaurant for dinner.

The battle between two sword saints and one prince surprised the restaurant owner and immediately cleared the venue, allowing Xiude to experience the luxury of private dining.

Although Xiude did not intend to be so high-profile, the hostess was too enthusiastic and had to use critical thinking to accept the treatment of the corrupt feudal privileged class.

"Ah woo..."

Cang Xia picked up a golden leg bone that was roasted just right, and gnawed it carefully and frequently with her small cherry mouth. The girl's movements were very focused and careful, as if eating was an extremely delicate task for her.

During this period, oil stains inevitably splashed on Cang Xia's white face, but the girl did not know it, sullen her face and gnawed ribs, followed by seafood, soup, desserts, etc., as if eating uncontrollably.

In fact, this is just a normal appetite for professionals.

However, the gluttonous black long straight beautiful girl, matched with Cang Xia's serious expression, inexplicably poke Xiu De's cute spot, causing him to stop moving, smiling at each other.

"very cute."

This is probably what Xiu Se Ke Can said.

"Modern virtue?"

Cang Xia, who finally finished eating, wiped her mouth with a clean white tissue, and tilted her head when she saw Xiude's eyes.

"Are you in a daze..."

"No, nothing, are you full?"

"Satisfaction."

Cang Xia overlapped the plates stacked on the dining table until it covered the top of her head.

"You remind me of a former classmate who can provoke the law of conservation of mass..."

Xiude glanced at Cangxia's unrelenting lower abdomen, and sighed that the legendary professionals really couldn't be counted as mortals, and their stomach pouches were connected in a different space.

Shaking his head, Xiude ordered Mistoria the toolman to check out, and then said to Cangxia:

"The conflict broke out in Lyrebird Bay just now. It seems to be related to the Sword Saint of the Long Night. Do you want to take a look together?"

"teacher?"

Cang Xia just took advantage of the gap where Xiu De turned his head and stretched out his tongue and licked his fingertips. He quickly retracted his finger and asked.

"Yes, it's a mirage...and, do you know that he is a blood clan?"

"what?"

Just as Xiude received the news that the Ring of God is pervasive but still calmly eats, the surroundings of Prince Alric’s residence have been completely isolated. Fortunately, the damage to the environment by the mirage is not so strong. ] It is more about life forms... and few professions will focus their talents on geographic destruction.

The prince’s private army surrounded the mansion and relied on the enchantment, the magic tower, and a few sword saints to contain the weaker Long Night Sword Saint.

Chapter 20 The Death of a Mirage

When did you feel that besides the sword, there is still something you miss?

As the blood in the body passed, the consciousness of the mirage gradually blurred, and the deepest scene in the memory could not help but emerge.

On that afternoon ten years ago, lying on the grass in the outskirts and looking up at the floating clouds, he encountered the beautiful cherry blossom.

"Hey, there is my exclusive sloth!"

The capable outfit, chic and crisp, and the mid-length cherry-colored hair is just like today, making him unforgettable.

She took off her hat, and her sakura hair fluttered in the breeze, and her playful smile made the mirage wonder whether the sweetness in the air came from the dew-dropped fruit or the girl in front of her.

"This young lady..... Is it a little brother?"

The only blood remaining in the body flowed out under the stubborn pressure of the owner, once again turning the mirage into a burning cherry-colored fire.

Seeing this scene, Mirage couldn't help but evoke a smile.

gorgeous.

Junzuo has said more than once that the potential of the mirage is far more than that. It is a pity that the strong emotions once dragged down his progress and made him miss the possibility of hitting the highest realm.

But Mirage himself didn't think so. A blood clan born in the Suduo Kingdom because of an accident, there is no compatriot, no relatives, everyone around him is different.

Even if it has gained great power, there is nothing left in the mirage's life except for the pursuit of higher power.

The companionship with Enrisolan is his salvation, just as he answers the words of the throne every time.

"Yes, this is an extremely stupid choice in your opinion. This extremely stupid love binds me like a chain, and makes me, the extremely stupid fellow, yearn for more restraints... This is the self. Willingly."

The mirage's footsteps suddenly stopped and plunged the sword into the ground. The Sword Saint of Long Night looked up at the sky, then opened his arms and fell backward.

"So, Zero, maybe I am just a juggernaut than you think, but you will never understand how I feel."

With long, snow-white, haggard hair, there is no change on the surface of the already exhausted mirage, but the blood is almost drained.

But it’s okay. [Blood Oath of Vengeance] gave Mirage the ability to track down enemies. In his field of vision, all those involved in Rui’s death are rich in bright red, except for a few with relatively light marks. Apart from the marked, the mirage has already wiped out all other enemies.

But it is also funny. Most people are actually in Prince Alric’s mansion. The mirage did not think about whether the other party intended it. At the last moment of his life, he sighed in relief and put his hands behind his head. He concealed his breath with an air of comfort like a nap.

"...The Long Night Sword Saint has lost any signs of his life."

"Confirmed death!"

The several sword saints who had besieged the mirage looked at each other, and then one of them cautiously walked to the side of the mirage. After a while, the report was delivered to Herzlmann outside the mansion.

"Oh, I see."

Herzlman nodded, and then looked at a messy mansion. After a while, he received the loss list, and he couldn't help but slapped his tongue:

"Six sergeant battalions, 853 casualties, two sword saints killed, three severely wounded, and most of the structure that protects the magic tower was damaged.....the firepower enough to crush a legion’s combat power Is it just a hindrance to pouring on him? It's terrifying, blood..."

Herzlman smiled as he talked, mirage desperately, Su Duo's Juggernaut and the blood clan secret arts are indeed terrifying, they used to deal with the throne of the strangulation array was actually abolished by most.

But the long-pass is not as good as the short-term pain. Despite the heavy losses, Herzlmann is a little relieved that they no longer have to fabricate reasons to calm the anger of the disciples of the Long Night Sword Saint.

"Seal the surroundings of the mansion and make public announcements."

Herzlmann commanded that the people under his team are very quick. After all, this is still the base camp of the [Night Crow] faction. He can easily mobilize a large number of manpower and resources, and from the mirage attacking the mansion to the blood exhaustion. Dead, less than half an hour, this time is naturally not enough to attract anyone.