"The City of Waiting".

The carriage slowly arrived outside the city. The three of them got off the car and transferred to the "Fermat Airship". They crossed a hundred miles of ocean and landed directly on the "Broken Ring" shoal, ready to ride the carriage again. At the other end of the shoal was Big Bow.

At the temporary camp of Wo's group, several clones of Pythagoras with long weapons in their hands looked at them maliciously. The atmosphere was very uncomfortable, but until the three of them got on the carriage, both sides still maintained strong restraint.

In the carriage, Wuyou groaned and raised his cane triumphantly: "It's all because of me that they don't dare to do anything to you."

"Yes, yes..." Qingyi and Xue Duo said perfunctorily.

Speaking of which, Thaumaturge is the most maverick god Qingyi has ever seen. When all the great gods are committed to fighting evil (here evil is equivalent to June sunshine), he moans for no reason but still goes with evil in a high-profile way.

.Of course, judging from past history, not only are they moaning for no reason, but every great god is unique. Maybe the great gods don't mind siding with the Twilight Empire, right? If all eleven great gods support themselves, then what will happen?

Yi is so respectable!

The cane has drawn out the space door. Wuyi groaned and entered the [Space Refuge] first. Qingyi held Anigir's hand and followed him without missing a second. Under the arrangement of Manager Jonte, the Bone Tyrant made a high-profile trip

It was just a cover. The car with Big Bow and Canker Island as witnesses would also pass through Salamonro and arrive at Astante, but the car that the distinguished person was actually riding in would follow a different route to reach its destination first.

Let's get rid of all the nasty little bugs. After all, this trip is of great importance. Although we have the backing of a great god, we should be more careful.

"The air is finally so fresh!" Wuyi groaned and took a deep breath. The carriage they were in was slowly driving on a forest path, and the unique smell of budding branches and leaves passed through the thick curtains, making the carriage become...

Extremely pleasant.

Qingyi let out a sigh of relief. Until just now, in his perception, Suo'er had not followed secretly, which was really a big help. This trip is full of dangers, but she must not be involved. I hope Manager Jonte

Can you restrain her properly?

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Snow City, the backyard of a gold-selling cave.

This backyard was designed as a small garden. Of course, the flowers planted in it are not flowers in the conventional sense, but magical plants with aphrodisiac and aphrodisiac effects. Any man in such a quiet place will not be able to help but feel the innate feeling.

The urge to fight in the field comes from here, so we can see that in the backyard there is a man whose body is full of fat and only has the "Undead Mask". He is panting and sweating while charging on a blood elf woman, and

The blood elf woman moaned forgetfully. You must know that the tavern's warehouse is separated by a wall, and the wall is not high enough to block the eyes of the busybody. The two of them are like two pieces of butter that are constantly rubbing and melting.

"Ah!" The blood elf suddenly screamed and struggled violently: "Someone is peeping!"

Her thighs were already wrapped around the fat man's waist, but with this force, the man shuddered: "Holy shit, baby, you almost broke me off this time! Whoa, whoa, who's peeping?"

"A little girl, right? I didn't see clearly...ah!~I hit it, yes, yes, right here!~"

"Hehe, I, I don't care who she is! Phew, don't think I don't know, you will feel even more excited if someone spies on you! You bitch!"

"I hate it... I can't do it anymore..."

The voyeur who had just been glimpsed turned around disdainfully, silently opened the old wooden door, and returned to the back kitchen of the tavern. She walked indifferently through the dim corridor, passed the box doors, and finally walked to the bar. She stood on tiptoe,

Sitting on a chair that was a bit high for her, she placed her hands on the table, each finger being as white as marble.

The young magician on the left closed the book and said with a smile: "Hey, where is the little girl from? Boss, give her a glass of orange juice, please."

The voyeur gritted his teeth: "I don't want juice! I came to the bar to drink!"

"Okay, Wu Jiu, please stop teasing her." The assassin sitting on the left side of the magician interrupted: "We don't mind buying you a drink, but you are still a minor, aren't you? Your Highness Suo'er?"

The voyeur was So'er. Her dress was very different from before. Her black tube top and tutu skirt had been altered by her with scissors. She almost only had a tube top instead of a tutu skirt, and her thighs were almost exposed.

The chest part was also deliberately pulled down, revealing a faint dent; she wore heavy makeup, black lipstick and black eye shadow, making it impossible to tell her true age. Her small face seemed to be so pale from birth, she

Her body was filled with the smell of cold perfume. She was like a poppy bud. She imitated an adult, crossed her legs, and said in a bored and angry tone:

"You promised to provide food and accommodation, but now you have to pay for even a glass of wine? The adults really don't keep their promises."

"Hey, little girl! I can't pretend I didn't hear this." The pretty black-haired girl sitting on the right side of So'er had a cold face and pushed her glass of blue wine, which was burning on the surface, in front of So'er.

The assassin was surprised: "The 'soul fire' made by mixing potion with strong rum? Coffee, are you crazy?"

"Shut up!" The pretty girl moved her neck, looked down at Suo'er, and grinned: "The standard way of drinking is to drink it all in one gulp. Do you dare to drink?"

"Why don't you dare!" So'er took the heavy cup. Although she was a little hesitant, she raised her neck and quickly put it down before she drank half of it. Her neck and chest were stained with a light

of rosy red.

The pretty girl slapped the table and laughed without any manners: "Hahaha, you are still a baby! Oh? Oh, oh, you are so talented!" Under her gaze, the red-faced Suo'er stubbornly continued to drink, and even drank

All the wine left in the glass was gone.

The assassin shook his head: "Another pure girl has been contaminated by coffee! Huh? It seems you once had a pendant?"

Suo'er knew that the other person was talking about the necklace around her neck and said, "I took off the gem."

"Yes, it looks like a black collar now, which suits my taste very well. I think I like you a little bit, little sister. Where were you just now?" The beautiful girl turned sideways and rested her elbows on the bar, although this posture was for a one-night stand.

It was only for men, but she was also very suitable for it. Her breasts squeezed out an imaginative curve on the edge of the bar, making the men in the whole tavern breathe heavily. Of course, the teammates still stared at her.

"I saw a man and a woman doing that."

As soon as these words came out, both the young magician and the assassin squirted the wine from their mouths, causing the bartender to quickly clean the table. Qian Shang innocently and innocently poked his head out from behind the beautiful girl: "'That kind of thing' is

What's going on?"

The pretty girl gave Qian Shang a backhand elbow and hit Qian Shang hard on the bridge of the nose. When Qian Shang fell down in pain, the violent maniac asked with interest: "Keep talking, keep going, my sister. Were you excited at that time?"

Perhaps because of the drunkenness, So'er said softly: "Excited? I think it's very boring, not worth getting excited about at all. My father would never waste time on that kind of thing. Killing people is much more interesting. Hiccup."

"

"Kill someone? Hahaha, have you ever killed someone too?"

Suo'er's eyes widened and she shouted unwilling to admit defeat: "Of course I have killed! Don't confuse me with humans! The opponent I defeated was very powerful, and that was Plato, the Priest of Death!"

("Never heard of it." The young magician whispered)

("Why don't you read?" the assassin asked)

("Because it's quite fun now. I never knew it was so fun to tease a lolita." The magician replied)

The pretty girl smiled, holding the side of her face with her right hand, and her waist formed a perfect curve: "Let me tell you, sister, you are really hot. At your age, I have only slept with men, and I have never even touched drugs."

("Coffee, it's not good to lie to people..." Qian Shang reluctantly got up, was kicked in the crotch, and fell to his knees weakly)

The pretty girl snapped her fingers, and another glass of wine was served. This time it was "Screwhead", which was said to be inspired by the necromantic alchemist from the Joint Scientific Research Center. Drinkers, regardless of gender, felt a sensation in their foreheads as soon as they drank it.

Having a few big screws knocked in is a favorite of werewolves - those guys like to be poisoned by alcohol. The pretty girl winked at Suo'er and said, "How are you? Are you coming yet?"

"Next time..." The rebellious little girl who had killed people couldn't help but give in when she saw the wine glass with a lot of bubbles. She asked with a big tongue: "Hiccup, when can we set off?"

No one answered her.

June Sunshine's [Soul Force Field] is extremely terrifying. As long as there are undead creatures around him, it can expand the sensing range and improve the sensing accuracy. In the Twilight Empire, he is simply omniscient and more powerful than the Soul Fire familiar.

If you want to take Suo'er away without anyone noticing, His Majesty must first leave the country.

"Oh... the captain has left." The young magician suddenly said. The assassin on the side immediately took out the gold coins and pushed them to the bartender, but the tip was based on the minimum level.

Qian Shang got up and rushed out: "Then what are you waiting for! I'll buy a bandage first!"

The pretty girl reached out and grabbed the guy's collar and pulled him back effortlessly (Qian Shang hit the back of his head hard on the bar, and this time he squatted down with tears streaming down his face): "Don't worry. We still have to think about how to take this child away now.

"

"I'm not a child..." Suo'er retorted habitually, and her vision began to blur. She took Qian Shang's glass of water and poured it on her face. Although her makeup was black and tears flowed down her face, she felt sober at least.

.She asked the young magician: "How did you know that daddy left?"

The other party stood up and said: "I am a space magician, and 'distance' is meaningless to me."
Chapter completed!