Edge of the Apocalypse

At dusk, two figures cast long shadows on the ground. They were standing in front of a raised mound, the soil of which was quite deep in color, and it was obviously new soil that had just been turned over. This mound is the tomb where the two hundred horses died in the battle last night. There was no sign on the mound, only a broken sword was inserted. As for those long swords that are intact, they have been swept away by Allen as a victory.

Two people standing in front of the mound, a man and a woman. The man is not young anymore, his hair and beard are all white. Wearing a straight-ironed tuxedo, white gloves, and a white towel around his arm, he looked like an old butler of a nobleman. The other woman doesn't look young, but she has a nice face, like a middle-aged lady. Wearing layers of red dresses, like going to a banquet.

The attire of the two men is incompatible with the environment at this time, but the person involved is not aware of it. The old man touched his [猪_猪_岛] novel w.zhhuo.m that whitish goatee said: "Sasha, what do you think?"

"How can you see it, with a pitiful battle damage ratio that eats twice as many people as you have. As long as you are not stupid, you know that the white-haired kid is not easy. You are not deaf either. That kid's shooter has the power of the rifles. The sound of gunfire was surprisingly loud. Tell me, have you seen such a musket?" The lady said, and after a pause, her eyebrows raised suddenly: "What did you call me just now? Salsa is Did you call it? You dare to bark again later, see if I grab your head."

The old man murmured: "You have to have that strength too."

"What are you talking about?" The lady called with her hands on her hips, "Are you questioning me? Or, let's have a fight now?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "What are you fighting? Have you been fighting less in recent years? You are not playing tricks or not fighting. Besides, I am not the same boy as before. I just want to fight with you. What a shame to say it out."

"Are you still afraid of being ashamed?" The lady said with a cross-brow: "You are afraid of being ashamed for so many years and you won't stick to me for so many years, so that I don't even have half a suitor! Speaking of which, it was you, an old fellow!

The old man smiled and said: "They don't understand you well. If you want me to say, you still promise to marry me."

"Even if all men in the world are dead, I won't marry you!" The lady said casually. She had forgotten how many times she had said this sentence in decades.

The old man disapproved, and muttered: "There will always be a time when you agree."

"It's getting dark soon. If you don't leave, I will leave, the young lady has already entered the city." The woman looked up at the sky.

"I have entered the city early. Would it be better for us to stay outside the city? In case the lady ran into the city, she didn't even wipe out my beard. At the time, she vowed to let her run into me. I have to wipe out my beard." The old man said sadly.

The lady sneered: "Just your few weed-like things, if the lady is willing to wipe out for you, you will still earn it."

The old man snorted and said "what do you know". Then, before the female partner is going to go crazy, go to the direction of Sardinia: "If you don't go, you can eat roast pheasant with me at night."

The lady made a vomiting expression, and said, "You want me to eat your roast chicken? I'd rather be hungry." Even though she said that, she started to walk away. The woman didn't walk fast, but she stepped out to be side by side with the old man.

The old man wanted to argue a few words about his barbecue technique, but he stopped suddenly, his muddy eyes became sharp, and his gaze fell on a slender figure not far away. The other party did not know how it appeared, in the old man's field of vision. There was no one there a second, but the figure was already there the next moment. This alone is enough for him to pay attention.

It was a woman, judging from the curve of her figure, she was obviously a much younger woman than her companion. Dark green hair is tied into two pony tails, each with a dark red lace bow. The delicate and glamorous face was painted with thick eye shadow, and the lips covered with scarlet lipstick were pulling a cold and aloof smile.

The tall woman is holding a black and red lace umbrella, which is more decorative than practical. Under the slender and elegant white swan-like neck, you can see a pair of exquisite clavicles, and the bulging chest makes the tight neckline wrapped in two perfect semicircles. The black lace decorated on the neckline contrasts sharply with the white chest, and the black and white form an unusually dazzling visual impact. The woman wore a dark red dress with a narrow top and a wide bottom. The tight design of the upper body emphasized her bumpy curves, and the fluffy skirt of the lower body gave her a noble and lonely temperament.

Holding the umbrella, she turned her face to her side, revealing a smile that blended loneliness and femininity, and said softly: "This way is nowhere."

The evening sun fell on her, pulling out a long shadow on the ground, as if to split the road into two. Staring at this woman, the noble woman took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Queen Scorpion Becca Taylor? Starm, look, when did the characters in the Ten Saints wander to Sardinia. I can Remember, the Scorpion Nest doesn't seem to be here, right?"

The old man did not answer, but the pressure on his body gradually increased, so that the light around him continued to dim, as if darkness was about to fall. Looking at the woman blocking the way, the old man said solemnly, "What do you mean, Becca Telu."

"Didn't I say it clearly enough. This means that the road is blocked is to let the two go around." The woman with the umbrella said coldly.

The old man Starm gave a dry smile: "A strong man in Ten Saints, it seems that I can't stop Miss Shalan and me?"

"I don't think it's bad." The demon woman Bekateru's gaze swept over both of them: "Saran of Absolute Flame~www.readwn.com~ and Stum of Darkness. You are indeed all It’s a strong one, it’s just a long time ago, right? I’m not wrong, two top ten sages... Besides, who tells you, I want to stop you alone?"

Beccatelu closed his umbrella, and a circle of invisible fluctuations spread immediately. In a blink of an eye, auras rose up around the wilderness. Although the auras displayed by these powers did not meet the standards of the Ten Saints, they also had the height of the Earl's combat power. If it was just a few of them, it would naturally not be put in the eyes of the elderly and ladies. But these breaths have at least a dozen Dao Dao, plus a ten sage powerhouse, it is another matter.

The noble woman Saran sneered: "So you moved all the scorpion nests, but even if you add those little scorpions under your hand and your queen scorpion, you want our life? That's ridiculous."

Bekateru showed a charming smile: "Who said that the two will be killed. I just want to ask the two to stay away from Sardinia."

The old man charged wildly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you understand? Saran! This is not to deal with us, they are trying to deal with Miss. Becca Taylor, who made you do this!"

Bekatelou said indifferently: "Whoever can afford the terms I offer can let me do so. As for the identity of the customer, it is naturally confidential. I still have this business ethics."