Shadow was returning to the Prisoner's Gate with a worried heart, when he was blocked by a familiar figure in the middle of the night!
"It's you! So you're still alive."
The person who stopped Ying was none other than Norton, who was lucky enough not to die after being robbed of the Ten Thousand Eyes Stone.
Ying Zai received Di Kui's reminder and had been careful since he returned to the city. However, after meeting Otis for a while, he was temporarily distracted and lost his vigilance. At this time, Norton's sudden appearance made him come back to his senses.
, he was startled and secretly thought something was wrong. When he turned around, a woman wearing an eye patch and an angry look was already standing behind him.
"Oops..." At this moment, Ying's reaction was extremely fast. He took a step forward and was already about to fly. The cold air around him instantly increased to the maximum, and the ice magic was about to appear in an instant. But...
Maxin's eyes narrowed, and she moved instantly, punching the rising shadow in the stomach.
The pain of this punch made Bing Zhixie and Ying feel as if the intestines in their stomachs were being pulled together. The force was such that his confidants were completely breathless. His pupils suddenly dilated, and all the air in his cavity was squeezed out.
I squeezed it out and almost suffocated.
At the same time, several other people gathered around and beat Ying violently.
Shadow was aroused by the pain, but he regained his breath. His magic power was released wildly, and ice magic was about to sweep across the surrounding area.
"You still want to fight back?" Maxine turned her fist into a palm and slapped Ying's chest with great force.
Ying suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the magic he was releasing was immediately interrupted.
Maxin grabbed his neck and pulled him in front of her. Suddenly, a strange light flashed in her eyes: "Huh?" She casually slashed his neck with a palm knife, knocking him out on the spot.
Ying fainted, and Bingzhixie also fainted. Vidmila, who was teaching Bingzhixie dark magic, saw him in pain for no reason, and saw him faint for no reason.
"Tsar, why don't you just kill him?" Sa'an looked very excited, and the hand holding the stream staff was trembling.
"How can you kill him so cheaply? Don't you want to torture him?" Norton stomped on Ying's feet viciously: "Take him back and give him to me. I will definitely use him as a guinea pig to test the medicine."
Tortured!"
Maxin glanced at the passerby who was paying attention and said to her subordinates: "Don't talk nonsense, take him back to the hotel first and then talk."
In the hotel room, the film was thrown on the floor without any respect, like a random piece of garbage.
"Master Huangzai, why did you bring him to your room? Can't you just leave it to your subordinates to torture him? Anyway, his magic and protective space have been sealed." Frank said.
Maxin didn't answer, she just looked at the shadow on the ground in trance.
"The Emperor, the Emperor..."
Maxine came back to her senses: "What?"
"Prince Emperor, what's wrong with you? You've been paying special attention to this kid since you came back just now." Jerry's eyes were sharp and he noticed something strange about the Tsar.
"No, I'm fine." Maxin said, "Leave this person to me first. You can go down."
Norton said: "But Emperor, is it not good to leave him as a man in your room? What if he wakes up at night and disturbs you to rest?"
Maxin turned her back and waved: "No need to say more, you can leave, I will deal with him personally."
Everyone realized that the Tsar was so determined that they had no choice but to bow their heads and retreat.
After everyone left, Maxin closed the door and walked to Ying's side, looking at Ying's face solemnly: "How could it be? It's impossible."
When they were fighting outside just now, she noticed something strange about Ying's eyes by looking at him for a moment. This strangeness might not be noticeable to others, but she noticed it at a glance.
She leaned over and squatted down, opening Ying's eyes with her fingers. Those black eyes, ink-colored irises, but in her eyes could see the unique alien crystals in the irises.
"With the characteristics of black pupils and white hair, coupled with eyes like this, are there any survivors of that clan in the world?" A little surprise appeared on Maxin's face: "Am I wrong? Then
It is difficult to judge such a small difference with the naked eye. Well, you will know after you try that method."
In a quiet night, in a quiet room, the unconscious shadow can only be manipulated by others. Maxine is sitting by the window next to the street shadow. Her pink nightgown and slightly damp hair prove that she has just taken a shower. She
She crossed her legs and tasted the wine in the glass. The dim light reflected her half-naked breasts and slender legs under her nightgown. She had already experimented and confirmed her thoughts and guesses, but this made her fall into
More thoughts.
Ying's identity was an unexpected result for her. Should she kill him? Maxine seemed hesitant, wouldn't she kill him? How would she explain it to her subordinates?
Ying lay quietly on the cold ground, unaware that he had wandered back and forth in front of the gate of hell for many times.
Maxin suddenly put down her wine glass, seemed to have made up her mind, and walked towards Ying with a bit of murderous intent and an angry look...
A cold wave hit on this day, and the weather in the royal capital seemed very cold. All the students in the college put on winter clothes. Although it had not snowed yet, it was still necessary to keep out the cold. Ruola wore a light green woolen warm hat today.
The long black academic robe completely covered her figure, and she came to the college with a sleepy look. She had been working at night and taking exams during the winter vacation, which kept her up until very late.
"Good morning, Ruola. You're getting up so early on such a cold day. Doesn't the college have regulations? After winter, all senior courses will start one hour later in the morning." In the library of the History Department, a person was borrowing books.
When the book teacher saw Ruola, he smiled kindly at her and said good morning.
Ruola has always been very popular among the teachers in the college. She is hard-working, kind-hearted, and has good academic performance. Although she is still a student, she is already a teacher of history classes for the younger students in the college.
"Good morning, teacher." Ruola said, "There is a review exam in my class today. I found that I didn't remember some things very clearly, so I came over in advance to check the information."
The teacher smiled: "If every student was as serious as you, it would be much easier for us as teachers."
Ruola followed the order of the bookshelves and soon found the books she was looking for. She was excited to go back and review, but her eyes accidentally fell on the ancient history section opposite.
The library is divided into five floors, with a zigzag layout. Standing above the second and third floors, you can see the library hall on the first floor. Each floor is divided according to different times, ages, regions and categories.
Ruola thought of the information she saw at Linda's house, and she had doubts and curiosity in her heart. The mysterious Ilotra tribe, the magical Sava clan, and the most fascinating Bemut culture, especially the Bemut
Culture, why does Teacher Beiji care so much about angel and devil coins?
"Ruola, are you in a daze?"
A voice suddenly came from beside Ruola, who was a little startled: "Ah, yes...it's Teacher Wasif. Good morning."
Wasif was holding a book in his hand, wearing reading glasses and smiling: "Good morning to you too. Aren't you specializing in modern history and national history? Why are you also interested in studying ancient history?"
"Ah, no, no, I'm just curious." Ruola said shyly, lowering her head.
"Haha." Wasif smiled and said: "There is nothing to be shy about. Ancient history is inherently more charming. When you study it, you are exploring a new mysterious world and the ancient inheritance of magic culture. Or
You might as well switch to ancient history, I've wanted to accept you as my student for a long time."
"I...I don't have this idea. Teacher, I'm leaving first. I have an exam in the morning." Ruola turned around and wanted to leave.
Wasif hurriedly called her and said: "Hey, wait a minute, I remembered something. It's been a few days." He said: "The tutor still has some relics in the office. After school, he will put his things away."
Take it away and give it to the mentor’s family if you have the chance.”
The tutor is the royal tutor, and there is only one royal tutor who specializes in history and teaches in the academy.
Ruola asked strangely: "Aren't all the mentor's relics taken away by family members?"
Wasif said: "This is also an oversight of the college. When I was cleaning several offices used by the tutor a few days ago, I found that there were still some things that had not been discovered before. In fact, it was nothing. They seemed to be some things that the tutor had studied for work.
I don’t think his family would be too interested in making a special trip to get the information. Among the students, you have the best relationship with your tutor, so I will leave it to you for safekeeping and give it to the tutor’s family when the opportunity arises.”
"Well, okay, I'll get it after school."
…
The next day was another cold day. Sometimes the cold weather is more disgusting. In fact, it is when it is raining heavily. The ground is wet, but the north wind is blowing. This kind of weather is more disgusting than the snowy winter.
Cold. In the restaurant, Otis was eating freshly baked white bread with wheat sugar and sesame seeds on it. It looked greasy and smelled delicious.
Waiting is not fun, especially when you have nothing to do. Boring waiting seems even more boring. Otis played with the meat knife in his hand. He had waited from noon to evening, and the food had also changed from toast to
Ordered black pepper lamb chops. Although it was a boring wait, he was very patient.
But from dusk to night, the person he wanted to wait for still didn't come. He thought that Bing Zhixie would agree to his conditions, even though she was very reluctant. Gradually, his eyes became sharp, with a murderous intent.
He frowned: "Since you insist on making another choice, then I have no choice but to send you to another world." He threw down a handful of coins, turned around and left the restaurant.