Versatile Mage

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Sahara Red Sand Valley

Yin Hong, who has a scorpion on the steep and long sands of the sun, adds a bit of mystery to the desert.

The side hidden behind the light is more like a vain zone. The sand ridge is just the perfect dividing line, dividing the red sand dunes and the black sand valley into two worlds.

In the black sand valley, a dark-skinned woman, wrapped in bright veil, wearing a golden silk dress, walked out of the dark world and stood on the sand ridge, facing the sun.

The light shines on her body, and the souls of the desert wraith that wrap around her are also vanishing in the blink of an eye. The wind blows on her body, raising the golden silk dress, and drawing a tall and slender figure. .

"噗哒噗哒噗哒~~~~~~~~" Sky, a white parrot flew to the woman with this black skin, the woman raised her arm slightly, let the white parrot fall on it.

"Dead, the shadow of the dead, some killed the shadow, some killed the shadow, unforgivable, sinful!" The white **** kept repeating this sentence.

"The fallen angel?" asked the woman with dark skin.

"No, no, no, dead, the shadow of the dead, someone killed the shadow, unforgivable, sinful!" Bai Pui continued.

"The Saharan grievances are dead. They will not pick up the deserted fortress in a short time. But they are just a group of investigators. There is a land in the depths of the Sahara that is stalking human beings. There will be some action in the next few decades... ...record these words into the crisis and load the angel mission document." The dark-skinned woman said to the white cock.

The white pheasant immediately repeated the woman's words.

"Well, let's solve the problem at hand, what is the name of the dead shadow." The black skin woman asked.

"St. Shadowfield."

"It's not what they did. Then who is the courage to murder the shadow? I handed over the cases I executed before Keye and returned to the Holy City. I will personally check this out." The dark-skinned woman said .

"Wow!! Wow!! Behind me... behind me... terrible!!!" The white parrot suddenly slammed his wings and almost fell directly into the sand.

The woman with dark skin turned slowly, her eyes staring at the half of the black, half of the red sand dunes, and the huge group of sand dunes were endless, but at the farthest end, a magical shadow gradually emerged. The shadow of the shadows of the red sandstorm, the eyes are particularly bright in the tumultuous tsunami, like the blue lightning is far away to give a sense of shock.

The white parrot has been scared incoherently, and the black-skinned woman stands on the sand ridge without any fear.

"It seems that we have to go back to the Holy City later, and the Sahara masters don't want me to tell them about their intentions," said the dark-skinned woman.

"Awful! Terrible!"

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Holy city

Wasteland

Looking up at the beautiful night sky.

Mo Fan started to miss the outside world, especially when she was worried about a person, and she didn’t know how she was doing.

Bocheng is a mountain city. At night, there is no place where the city's lights are polluted, gazing at the night sky. The most beautiful appearance of the night sky will be in front of you. The stars that are twinkling like diamonds are so dense and seemingly within reach.

Mo Fan was restricted from freedom.

Then almost everything was limited.

He can't contact anyone now, and even his most hard-working takeout ancestors can't see it.

It seems that with the oppression brought by the Holy City, Mo Fan began to taste the loneliness.

Every day, the Holy City is also digging for itself every day. It may be that they have more weight. They have to dig a large enough to be able to completely put themselves down before they can be put on the stone. cover.

In fact, Mo Fan is not afraid.

He has been walking in the dark plane for a year, and the air there has almost adapted.

He just started to care about some people. With a little recollection, many people's faces will come to their eyes. The more they do, the less they can live up to their lives.

"Mofan, appear in court." Holy Shadow Brook shouted loudly.

Brooke was in the grass garden almost 24 hours a day. Mo Fan could never see other people's shadows, but Mo Fan knew that he was in the grass garden and kept staring at his every move. Even if he sneezed himself, he would report it. To the Archangel Michael.

Michael has never appeared, and Mofan has not seen Michael until now.

But Michael is the most concerned about his own life and death, and even Mo Fan began to doubt that the master of all this is Michael!

“Do I need to wear a suit?” Mofan asked.

"You are free." Brooke looked at Mo Fan and said, "If you wear it yourself, you can reduce your troubles."

"I was in court and not on the execution ground," Mo Fan said to Brooke.

"What's the difference? You know that the death is coming, and the people who are against the holy city have never been able to go out alive." Brooke smiled at this moment, revealing a yellow tooth of an old cigarette.

"I think it is the holy city that is against me." Mo Fan said.

"You killed the parade angel, no matter what reason, you can't live. You ponder it yourself, the parade angels are in charge of the world, they are the most supreme and selfless and fearless people in the world, if they kill the parade angels People can still stay in this world, what is the holy city??"

"The Holy City has been working hard for the continuation of mankind for thousands of years. The reason why modern magic is so brilliant, you can live comfortably in the city without being eaten by the demon, because the holy city, because the holy city law."

"While you dare to break the law of the Holy City, is it not equal to killing the magical civilization of mankind for thousands of years? Why not be against the Five Continents Magic Association, why not stand on the opposite side of all mankind?"

Brooke said a lot in one breath, and the words took the pride and pride of being a holy city.

"Then what should I do, change to be you, for example, a parade angel will frame you, kill you, and even kill the innocent to force you to shoot?" Mo Fan asked Brooke.

"It's very simple, you shouldn't kill Sally, even if he uses the most vicious way, you should let him live, even if you have been unfair, you should keep his life. You have to give him to The great Michaels came to dispose of it. Only Michael had the power to kill other angels. You didn't, there wasn't anyone in the world. Only Michael, understand?" Brooke said in a musical tone.

Mo Fan smiled instead.

In the end, it’s still Michael!

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