Today’s post is closed, I’ll try my best to write one more chapter and publish it!
During the Chinese New Year, there really is nothing to write down, and the joints between the bones smell like laziness!
Have fun, eat and drink, everyone, and everything is going well!
As for that girl Esther... Well, she is a direct descendant of the Deep Blue Demon... When Lin Qi attacked Eucalyptus Forest Castle, a Saint Master from the Black Abyss Prison and three Saint-level old heretics
, with twelve dead warriors guarding the Holy Palace, and more than thirty sturdy warriors armed with crossbows, they arrived in front of the manor prepared by Mr. Mo for his daughter Itris without alerting anyone.
According to Yingang's confession, there are not many strong combat forces in this manor, but it is just a residence prepared by Mr. Mo to house his daughter.
And the bribed informants in the Victory Palace also spread the information - Holy Light I secretly summoned Mr. Mo!
Although this informant did not know where Holy Light I summoned Mr. Mo, this did not prevent Yun, who was sitting at No. 1 Glory Street, from making the most appropriate judgment - Holy Light I urgently summoned Mr. Mo as the think tank of Holy Light I.
, Mr. Mo will definitely rush to see him if he finds nothing strange.
In other words, this small manor has now become extremely empty.
Yingang didn't know the origin of Yitris. He only knew that she was the daughter of Mr. Mo, a little girl who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old. He didn't know how powerful this slender, petite and pretty girl was.
Judging by common sense, how powerful can you expect a teenage girl to be?
Yun sent three holy realms, twelve celestial dead warriors and more than thirty warriors to attack this manor, in order to kidnap Itris without alerting anyone. Watch Mr. Mo's response to Itris
He cares about this daughter whose origin he does not know very much. Holding her in his hands is undoubtedly a great restraint on Mr. Mo. It is also a powerful bargaining chip.
Just when Lin Qi issued an order to have all the teams sent out to attack the nest of the Hermit Association at the same time, the one with the strongest strength was thrown into the black abyss because he raped a priestess of the Youth Goddess Temple many years ago.
The old heretic in the Divine Prison was excited and couldn't wait to raise his sword.
"Come in and kill all the men. All women can...well, except for that little girl, other women, everyone has a quarter of an hour to do something loving to them. Jie Jie, how is this?
What a happy thing!”
A heretic saint looked at the old pervert in surprise: "A quarter of an hour?"
The old pervert looked back in even more surprise: "Isn't a quarter of an hour enough? A quarter of an hour is enough for me to be happy seven to eight times!"
The two heretic saints sullenly closed their mouths. They were extremely surprised now. How did this old guy suddenly get the idea to provoke the Priestess of the Temple of Youth? Can this make him happy seven or eight times in a quarter of an hour?
Is this guy still a powerful holy master level warrior? Is his body made of tofu?
The three Holy Realm magnates kicked open the door of the manor in such a majestic manner, and walked towards the main building of the manor along the avenue between the shade of the trees and the grape trellis. The dead soldiers of the Guardian Palace were hiding in the shadows, following suit.
The soldiers followed behind them. The warriors holding crossbows were walking in the vineyards with withered leaves, watching the movements around them vigilantly.
A coachman drove his carriage along the road towards the entrance of the manor. He saw three intruders coming in boldly. He opened his mouth and was about to shout to the police. At the same time, he quickly pulled out a sharp knife from under the seat.
The sword's edge actually flashed with a halo of fighting spirit from a high-ranking person.
"What a poor boy!"
The old heretic, whose eyes were filled with the fire of lust, swung his sword lightly. The carriage, the two horses driving it, and the driver driving the carriage collapsed at the same time. The old heretic only used the fighting spirit of the lower level of heaven, but his
The sword intent was so fierce that the huge carriage exploded into pieces in the air, and the blood turned into a blood mist and spread far around.
"Sure enough, there is no powerful being sitting in this manor." The old heretic licked his tongue excitedly: "Then, everyone can take action as you like. As long as you don't let the little girl go, and the rest...you can do whatever you like.
Just do something!"
Without allowing his companions to stop him, the old heretic jumped up and turned into a hazy sword shadow and flew impatiently towards the main building of the manor. Along the way, low muffled sounds were heard from time to time, and several secret whistles hidden in the vineyard were picked up by the old heretic.
The heretic was killed with one sword, and a thick smell of blood gradually filled the air.
Idris was standing on the terrace of the top floor, quietly looking at Berelli in the distance.
Her pupils were strangely shrinking and dilating for a while. When they were dilated, she could see countless flickering flames of life in the city of Beleli. There were dozens of flames that were particularly hot and vigorous, and they were the ones sitting in the Victory Palace.
The leading figures of the major forces in the mainland all rushed to Borelli in order to trace the ins and outs of the purple-striped dragon bone bismuth.
Those who are slightly weaker are the backbone of the major forces, including the Holy Realm and the Celestial Realm. The fire of life of each person is hundreds of times stronger than that of ordinary people.
And those weak flames of life, like candlelight and fireflies, belong to the ordinary people of Borelli. Their flame of life is so weak that the flame of life of any demigod in the Victory Palace is stronger than that of hundreds of thousands.
The fire of life of civilians is even more intense.
When Iris's pupils narrowed, she could clearly see many details of Berelli, such as a fly clinging to the wall of Berelli rubbing its two slender forelegs in annoyance; standing on the wall
One of the guards above was yawning, and between his teeth, there was a very fine bit of minced meat attached to the fiber of a stick of celery.
Just when Idris was enjoying the splendid and magnificent world from all kinds of strange and strange perspectives, the old heretic landed on the terrace out of thin air.
Several maids standing next to Yitris immediately silently surrounded Yitris. They uniformly pulled out the snake-shaped daggers from under their long skirts, and there was a faint fighting spirit as clear as water waves wrapped around the blades.
The old heretic shouted in surprise and joy: "Praise the great God of Lust, what beautiful girls, and they are all status warriors! I can imagine how tall their thighs and waists are.
So powerful!"
Yitris narrowed her eyes and looked at the old heretic. She asked gently and without any emotion: "Are you my father's subordinate?"
The old heretic looked at Yitris seriously, and then a strand of saliva dropped from the corner of his mouth. He was so excited that he shivered all over, and screamed almost crazy: "Why is this? Such a cute little girl, no,
I would rather go against that little devil's will, and I want to get your body! How pure, what a weak woman, I really want to, really want to..."
Yitris frowned and said calmly: "If you are not my father's subordinate, then you are your enemy?"
A maid leaned down nervously and whispered: "Miss Yitris, please leave as soon as possible. The enemy is very powerful. He..."
Yitris' body suddenly disappeared, and a strange cracking sound sounded in the air.
The old heretic's body suddenly trembled, and a large amount of blood came out of the corner of his mouth, and then the blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain. He lowered his head in horror, and a human-shaped transparent hole appeared in the middle of his body, like a
It is like cutting tofu with a sharp knife, the edges are smooth and smooth, and there are no human-shaped holes with any burrs.
Yitris, who was standing in front of him just now, appeared behind his body. Looking at the human-shaped hole, it was just enough for Yitris to fit in!
Just now, at a moment when a powerful warrior with a high level of Saint Master could not see any movement clearly, Idris penetrated this burly old heretic who was several times the size of her own slender body. She got out of him
It passed through his body flatly, leaving a clear human-shaped hole in his body, and the edge of the wound was extremely smooth, not even a drop of blood flowed out.
"So weak!" Yitrisi shook her head gently: "It's so boring!"
With a wave of her hand, a black fire light erupted from the fingertips of Idris, and the thin flames wrapped around the old heretic's body, burning him into a ball of black smoke in the blink of an eye. It was as thick as ink.
In the black smoke, a small translucent shadow that was exactly the same as the old heretic was struggling and howling. This was the soul of the old heretic. He screamed in horror and struggled hysterically to rush out of the black smoke.
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"You must be obedient!" The corners of Yitris' lips raised, revealing a smile without enthusiasm. Then she casually grabbed a small potted plant next to her and forced the black smoke into the plant.
Among the strange-shaped fern flowers that are more than a foot tall.
The old heretic's painful face appeared on the petals of the fern flower. This face was slowly squirming and changing. If there were powerful soul mages present, they would definitely be able to hear the pain coming from this beautiful fern flower.
The curses and miserable howls of human collapse are cries from the soul level that only the soul can hear.
Eitris' long hair that was spread around her ankles suddenly started to fly. She said softly: "When father is not at home, someone breaks into the house... Mom said that people who break into the house when father is not at home,
They are all bad people... bad people, they all deserve to be killed!"
In the horrified eyes of the maids, Idris waved her hands around, and countless thin, non-reflective black rays shot out from her fingertips. Countless black rays formed a huge net in the void.
Then this net quickly rotated around the entire manor.
The sound of "puff" was heard endlessly. The two saints, twelve dead assassins, and more than thirty tough warriors who broke into the manor were cut into countless pieces of meat the size of soybeans and scattered all over the sky.
Dozens of twisted souls were tightly wrapped in black threads. They were crying and screaming and were forcibly pulled in front of Idris by the black light.
"How interesting!" Yitris looked at the maid beside her with the innocent eyes of the purest girl: "Can you help me find a cage of chicks? They will be in pain without their bodies, those cute ones
The chicks, they will definitely like the new body, right?"
Several maids were so frightened that they trembled all over, then their legs weakened and they knelt on the ground in embarrassment.rs!~!
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