Versatile Mage

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Yongsheng Tea House is located on the main road leading to the bell tower. The main road is now filled with people who have taken refuge. It is difficult to walk away.

The first and second floors of the tea house are also full of people, showing that the boss is a very reasonable person, but the third floor is not open to others.

The third floor is a small attic, through which you can see the Bell Tower Magic Association at a glance.

The ancient clock is pounding heavily. Every time it hits, it will spread out the golden glare. Once, it will be quickly transported to the inner city along the golden main axis and transported to the enchantment that covers this safe place. on.

The golden brilliance continues to smash and sacred, perhaps letting people have a little peace of mind is the blessing of this ancient clock. Once the bell stops, once the golden energy can no longer maintain the enchantment, Everything will be irreparable.

"Hey, this thing will eventually become a display!" The tea house owner looked through the window and looked at the clock tower with a cold look.

As soon as the words were finished, a buddy ran up in a hurry.

"Xue Boss, Mu Bai is downstairs. He seems to have taken refuge. There are too many outsiders, cold and hungry," said the man.

"Oh, oh, it’s him, let him come up. This kid is still a good life and not dead, or it’s really bad to explain to Mu He." The boss Xue Zang said.

Soon, the guy brought Mu Bai to the attic. The attic was not too big, but it was very well arranged. It was a bit of ancient Qin style. You could sit on the tatami and drink tea. Look at the car in the inner city clock tower. Of course, now It is a sea of ​​people.

"Xue Shu, you have taken so many people, and they have given them food. I really didn't think you were a good person." Mu Bai smiled and walked in, and he was not strange when he opened his mouth.

"You kid, let me not go to the outer wall for a while, you don't listen, look, I and you, Uncle Muhe, almost thought that you were dead there, this is good, come back alive." Xuezang took a picture. Take a white shoulder.

"My uncle, he has nothing to do." Mu Bai hurriedly asked.

"How can I still call him uncle? You don't blame him. When Mu Zhuoyun became the master, he wants to know that your uncle has his illegitimate child, and he will definitely make a big noise, so this is to say that your mother and child are distant relatives. "Xue Tibetan’s heart is long."

"I... I just called it." Mu Bai's eyes were not fixed, but he did not dare to show it.

"I don't know where he is now, but he is sure that there is nothing, you can rest assured. Right, I heard people who have taken refuge here, saying that several of you have been taken away by the Guardian, and nothing happened. ?" Xue Zang said.

Mu Bai was in a tight heart.

He did not think that the news of this Xuezang was so well-informed, and the trouble would be big. If Xuezang and Muhe are both members of the Black Holy See, they must be wary!

"I have nothing to do with me. The Guards Master took the name of Fang Gu and said that it was like the water of Kunjing. As a result, Fang Fang took the water of Kunjing to refine his shackles. "Mu Bai calmed down and continued to look normal."

In fact, Mu Bai’s heart has already violently beaten.

"I don't understand it, but you're fine, just right, you still have a few classmates, can you call them, catastrophe, how much to take care of." Xuezang eyes turned, but very There is another expression that is ignorant of the Master.

"Oh, they went to the museum and said that they feel that there is a connection between the holy spring and the water of Kunjing, and now they are going to research it." Mu Bai said.

"Di Shengquan, isn't that something in your Bocheng? Is it true that the holy spring is still in the hands of your classmate Mo Fan?" Xuezang eyes stunned.

"Who knows, anyway, when someone mentioned the relationship between the dangerous village and Bocheng, Mo Fan was very excited, and then they went to the museum. I really didn't bother to run with them, just come to rest here. "Mu Bai showed a look of disdain.

"Oh? The Guardian Master also went to the museum with them?" Xue Zang then asked.

"No, they came out of the Guardian Master and thought about it... I don't know what the use of the Holy Spring is. When my uncle comes back, I will ask him." Mu Bai said.

"Well, um, oh, Mu Bai, you are sitting here, I have something to go out." Xue Zang said.

"Good." Mu Bai nodded.

Watching Xue Zang leave, Mu Bai feels that his heart is already jumping out of his chest.

After a long time, the mood was slightly calmed down, but Mu Bai’s face showed a bit of painful color, and his eyes were red.

At this moment, his heart is so complicated that he has a feeling of being ready to collapse at any time.

He really hopes that all this is just speculation. I hope that Mo Fan has not waited for anyone in the museum. This shows that Mu He is not a deacon of the Black Church, but Zhang Xiaohou is wrong.

However, if he is not.

Then all the hopes have become a bubble!

The decapitation plan was implemented, all the high-level officials were buried with Sarang, and the eight-party dying who endangered the security enchantment of the entire inner city could no longer compete. Waiting for the city’s millions of people, there was only a faint death, let this death. The tide is swallowed a little bit... including myself, my mother, my classmates, my friends.

No matter which result, it will make your heart wear a hundred holes.

Even so, the instinct trended him to make this choice, because he at least got the good and evil!

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On the corner of a lane in Huiming Street, both of them are wrapped in deep blue snowsuits, and their faces are covered with a thick layer of cloth. Obviously, they will not let others easily see their faces.

"Are you sure there are no Guardian Masters to follow them?" asked the Dean of Hujin.

"You think that the whole inner city has become an island, the undead waves are enchanted, and there are still some Guardian Masters whose whereabouts are unclear, not to mention those who are staring at us, can be sure of those few The kid is going to the museum himself. However, if you let them know that the holy spring is the water of Kunjing, the potion of the holy spring, I am afraid that the rain can be completely ruined for more than one day... If the dead is a quiet day, then this hundred Ten thousand people can definitely transfer more than half, and then our plan will be..." Xue Zang said.

The big eyebrows of Hujin’s deacons are tightly locked, and they have not taken the valley below. It is already a big mistake for them. But God bless them, and the water of Kunjing in Fanggu’s hands has been taken to refine the undead and cannot be extracted. Who knows that Mo Fan actually discovered the secret of the Holy Spring!

"If you don't miss the two idiots, you won't have so many things!" Hu Jinda deacon yelled.

At the beginning of his career in Bocheng, his deacon of Hujin was one of the masterminds, and he would not be shot, because once he was shot, his identity was exposed. It’s just that the incompetence of his men is beyond his imagination. The first time he didn’t get it in Bocheng, the second time he was in the Magic, he even let a blue deacon be planted!

This Mo Fan is really a comet of the Black Holy See!