Womanizing Mage

The youth’s tough attitude made the four black robes stunned. This young man is their young master. The order given above is to bring him back alive. If the corpse is brought back, I am afraid they will follow. Report. Www, qΒ5. C0m/

Just as the four black robes were in a dilemma, suddenly two **** red lights appeared, and two screams rang out, only two heads still in the black hood were thrown away, and the blood was sprayed. There is more than Zhang.

Two green lights smashed out from the chest of the black robe, but the **** that had just been cut off from the neck had generally sighed and fell down. It was the dark church that sealed the emerald bird in the middle of the teaching staff.

It is not that these two black robes have no triggering defensive enchantment, but the speed and strength of the attacker is too horrified. The defensive enchantment is like a paper paste, and it does not block even a second.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and even the scenery in front of the eyes becomes blurred. The dead bones and the other black robes are like a dwelling. They look at their own companion's headless bodies and still stand strangely, and just in their not far away, a black shadow gradually solidifies, and the darkness is thick and thick. Purple textured bones, a **** death sickle, two red awnings flashing demon pupils.

"Dragon II?" The young man muttered.

"Bad bones, we retreat..." Another black robe felt the breath of the dragon two, like the death of the gods, plus the companion's foresight, the calf is trembled at the moment, and if you haven't talked, you will fly and want to Run away.

With a bang, a huge purple ghost claw appeared out of thin air, and it was actually a hard shot of the black robe.

The black robe climbed up and consciously leaned toward the dead bones, but did not realize that the purple ghost claws were summoned by the dead bones.

"Ear soul." The bones are low and drink. The dead tree is generally clawed on the eyebrow of the black robe.

"Bad bones, you..." The black robe did not expect the companion to start with him, so there was no defense. The faint black mist sucked out the claws of the dead bones, and the strong body of the black robe gradually became dry. Eventually it became a person who went straight down.

At this time, the dragon and the catkins appeared in the face of the youth and the bones.

"The bones have seen the uncle of the teacher." The bones of the dead bones appeared, and suddenly they were excited.

Long smiled and patted the shoulders of the bones and said: "Yes, this undead magic is really fast."

"It’s all the teacher’s uncle’s point, my body is slowly returning to normal. Master Shuzu, thank you.” The bones are wide and the sleeves are wide. The top of his skinny arm has begun to bloom, I believe that as long as I continue to follow Peter. The cultivation of the magical spells continues. His body will return to normal sooner or later.

Long Yi smiled gratifiedly and encouraged two sentences. Then he looked up and stared at his youth and asked, "What is going on?"

"Back to the uncle, this is the young master of our dark church, the Pope ordered us to take him back." The bones respectfully replied, then looked up at the young man. A fierce slap in the middle of a murder. Now that he killed his companion, he was completely seen by the young master, in case he returned to the Pope. The fate of his bones is hard to protect, but if Long Yi is rescued, maybe they are old knowledge. Therefore, he did not act rashly.

"Less Lord?" The dragon twitched a smile and turned to smile at the young man.

"Look at what, haven't you seen a beautiful woman?" The youth is a lame, the voice becomes charming and charming, and the face is distorted like a mirror, but the next second turns from a handsome young man to a blue-haired blue-haired beauty. Who is it not the wind chimes?

The wind chimes became foggy, and the beriberi bite the lower lip, bringing a fragrant wind into the arms of the dragon.

"French, I miss you so much." The wind chime clung to the waist of the dragon, smelling the familiar taste, and the tears finally slipped unscrupulously.

In the downpour, this pair of lovers who have reunited for a long time embraced each other and vented their thoughts of erosion for many days.

For a long time, the wind chimes that passed back to God began to explain the cause and effect. The original Pope wanted to use the wind chimes to intimidate the dragon to the dark church. Of course, it was from the same reason as Charles. He wanted to get the secret of the **** card. However, she was inadvertently heard by the wind chimes. She hurriedly escaped from the dark church to find the dragon, and was chased by the people sent by the Dark Pope.

The dragon frowned and raised his head and rushed to the side of the dead bones: "Let's go back to the cross, pay attention to the action of the dark church, as for your companion... You don't need me to teach you how to say it?"

"The bones are clear, the teacher's uncles please rest assured." The bones of the dead bones and a row of rituals turned into a smoky black smoke disappearing into the rainy night.

Long Yi looked at the dead bones and disappeared. He took a scent of the wind chime and let her go. "Let's go back to the tent and say it." Just when they turned their heads, Long Yi found that the catkins had disappeared.

"This female tyrannosaurus, too no face." The dragon whispered back to the tent with a wind chime.

"Young Master...She..." As soon as she entered the tent, the glass that had been waiting was sitting up from the bed, but she couldn’t help but see the wind chime around the dragon.

The wind chime also looked at the glass with a look of gaze. The soft golden hair, the blue eyes, the delicate and perfect facial features, and the pure and mysterious atmosphere made her amazing.

"French, where did you lie back to such a little beauty?" The wind chime regained his gaze and did not smack in the waist.

"Hello, my name is Liuli. I am not the young master who swindled back. I am the maid of the young master." The glass smiled gently, and my heart was always groaning. How many wives did the young master have, are they so beautiful?

The wind chime heard the white dragon, one eye, like a fairy goddess? It’s not a lie, but a ghost. The wind chime is quite familiar with the dragon one, but it is true that the glaze that became the dragon’s maid seemed to be a bit forced.

"Well, don't look at it, jingle, can you tell me now why you are the younger master of the dark church?" Long smiled at the wind chime, and the girl could have made him miserable.

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