Rebirth-First Class Magician

The leather cord that bound the man's body on the edge of the bed had broken as much as possible. The owner of the red body seemed to curb any pain, his teeth biting.

"Oh my god, Sister Ram, he ..." Hidda stared at the man on the bed tightly and swallowed nervously. "Dying?"

Ram didn't answer her, but just watched the change of the man on the bed.

A lot of slightly glowing gold threads emerged from the red skin. After the gold threads weaved and interspersed, they scattered in various ways, and finally converged behind the man.

The blind spot they couldn't see was like ... conspiracy was brewing.

"Hida, take this and kill him!" Ram turned sharply, and pulled out a dagger from his pocket with a stern expression. "No time to do it!"

"But ..." Hidda hesitated a little, stepped back in fear, and glanced quickly at the bed.

"Nothing but, insert this into his heart! I feel the power of darkness accumulating!" Ram's slack nose leaked her tension, forcibly pulled the opponent's hand, and shoved the dagger into Hida's hand ,"fast!"

"But why don't you go by yourself?" Hida frowned, looking at the dagger in her hand.

"My level ..." Ram said for granted, but he wasn't finished yet ...

"Dangdang." The silver dagger dropped to the ground with a crisp voice.

Hidda watched the man on the bed sit up, her reddish skin had returned to normal.

But the other person's original blue eyes turned into a strange silvery white at this time, like ... like a bright full moon in the night.

The silvery but lifeless pupils faced them, and the man was motionless, but it was enough to make them cold all over the body.

Just as Lam was thinking about going out and shouting, the man on the bed raised his head sharply, his beautiful jaw line stretched straight.

The sound of "Oh!"

Hidda and Ram were both white with flashes of white light, and the only thing they could feel was the dreadful ice cold coming from the front.

Desperate emotions mixed with coldness, dark and gloomy ...

In fact, they couldn't tell whether it was the despair brought about by the situation or whether it was mixed in the cold.

They were desperate at the moment when their eyes were briefly blinded, but after a while, they didn't wait for the pain in their imagination.

After adapting to the white light, they opened their astringent eyes, but everything made them both unable to help but want to slap, worshiping in the most devout posture.

A slender man was hovering quietly on the low bed, and three pairs of golden wings with almost no incitement filled the cabin with anger.

Although the other's shirt has been folded and messy, although the other person's features are shrouded in white light and cannot be seen clearly, they are still sacred and want to worship!

In fact, the two nuns did so. Asa looked coldly at the two men on the ground, kneeling. The ugly expression had just become pious and peaceful. He looked carefully and looked at him ... ...

Ah……

Believers in heaven, god's favorite people?

Hidda and Ram pulled the exquisite cross from their collars, and prayed with the most pious voice.

The seraph in front of me is the most benevolent being. People who believe in heaven will not be blamed. They know they are safe ...

As for the recent rudeness, as long as you see their loyalty, the Archangel will not blame.

"If it is Raphael or Medanzo here, you may be moved by your pious expression and your loyalty to heaven."

The thin lips in white light were not stretched together, but only a slight arc was evoked, but the cold voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of the two nuns.

The pious expression of the two women suffocated, and they glanced at each other, but they saw each other's pupils shrink.

"I've never been an archangel known for being kind." The man in the halo chuckled, but the most sacred picture was paired with a cold voice.

Hidda's body was a little cold, and some resentful glances at Sister Ram, what a devil's breath, turned out that the man bound by them was simply an archangel.

How high is the status of the six pairs of Golden Wings, and how could she be unclear as a believer.

It's just this one of the seven angels ...

Asa did not drag for too long, the pupils in the halo slowly turned silver, and the lifeless full moon began to slowly rotate ...

Ram, who was lying on the ground, sat with prayer in his hands and froze.

No ... I ca n’t move. The body is like being forcibly anchored. Something in her brain seems to flow quickly, so she can't catch it fast.

Hidden flinched aside in horror, Sister Ram stuck her stern position in a ridiculous position, her eyes gradually became apathetic, saliva slowly leaked from the corners of her mouth, and she seemed unconscious ...

"You said, is the maiden asking you to come to me?" The low male voice was like a violin slowly pulled, the strings struck the fragile nerves of Hida.

Hida glanced at Ram, who didn't know how to die, and said with a shaking voice, "Yes ... yes."

"What did she say, and what order did you give?" Asa's pupils returned to lake blue, the six wings behind them trembled a little, and the holy golden rose rose up with dark blood mist.

Hida lay on the ground, afraid to look at the man above her head.

After pondering the words, she no longer dared to hide after seeing Ram's end. "Many years ago, Bishop Handing predicted that when the light fell into darkness, the blood would no longer be afraid of the power of the light." A glance glanced at the golden wings that shed blood. "The virgin said that the **** of heaven lowered the divine will, and brought us back to the heavenly traitor ... to be executed."

"Oh, fallen into the dark light ...?" Asa raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly, and the six wings behind her retracted silently into her body.

"So, please take me to see the maiden."

Hida lifted her head slightly, only to see her long, graceful feet.

"Yes, sir." She knew she was temporarily safe.

Half an hour later, Hidda slightly bowed her head and hurriedly walked in the empty corridor of the court, followed by a blond man.

The glass of the hallway reflects the man's face, but still handsome features, but it is completely different from what I felt an hour ago.

It is like fine wine that has been deposited for tens of thousands of years. It is mature and silent. The blue eyes of the lake seem to bear the changes of the vicissitudes of the sea, but the clear and clear colors can never be seen.

Dare not to have any further delay, Hida speeded up.

"Squeak."

The door of the Holy See was pushed open, and a woman in red and black appeared to have been waiting there.

"La ... how are you? Ram?" The maiden looked up sharply, staring at the man behind Hida.

She noticed that Hilda's attitude towards the man behind him was not normal.

"Sister Ram is ..." Hidda was trying to explain something and was interrupted by Asa's voice.

"The breath of the devil?"

The tone is gentle, as if narrating something that doesn't matter.

The maiden in the high position was stunned, the devil?

It reminded me of the long black needle that the woman gave her, the thing that made her uncomfortable.

If what the man said is true, then ...

Hidda was also stunned. Facing the glance of the maiden, she said very quickly, "Sir, we have been deceived, this is ..." I swallowed my mouth to stabilize my heart, "The real highness."

The maiden froze, and the long black needle held in her hand was quickly thrown to the ground!

"Who gave it to you?" Asa saw the long needle and frowned, "What is the divine will that God has given you?"

The maiden descended from the high position in a panic, and dared to look at the blond man on the ground again.

Asa raised her head slightly, glanced at the moonlight pouring out of the window, and the moonlight that was originally shining straight was twisted into a weird arc, directly covering the black needle ...

The intense black gas met Yin Baiyuehua and disappeared instantly.

The whole hall was quiet and abnormal. When Hida and the maiden secretly looked up at the man, they found that the place was empty.

The moon under the shadows is particularly bright. A silhouette flying very fast in the night sky almost turns into a straight line.

"Gall, Samer ..."

Ha ha.