Luo Jie'an stretched her body lazily and expressed her beauty wantonly. She believed that her flawless body was one of the most perfect works of art in the world, and she was not stingy about showing it off.
"Today's tea party was really fun. I actually met a new member."
Her white arms were put on Mikael's shoulders, her flawless face came closer, she gently bit Mikael's earlobe, and exhaled like a blue breath.
"Moreover, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and Xiaomi Kyle has become so much stronger. It really makes me feel gratified, sister. I heard that Xiaomi Kyle has a fiancée. Isn't it because he dislikes me, my sister?"
Mei Lian and Dao En picked up the black tea in unison and looked in other directions.
"How could it be? Luo Jie'an, you will always be my best friend."
Mikael coughed slightly and said seriously.
"Just close friends?"
Luo Jie Anmei's red eyes narrowed slightly, the smile on her face was meaningful, and then she let out a helpless lament.
"You are really a heartless man. That's not what you said to me before the flowers and the moon. Does this mean you have a new love and abandon the old one?"
Mei Lian's ears twitched slightly, and he suddenly became interested in this gossip that sounded very interesting.
"Spare me, Miss Luo Jie'an."
This time it was Mikael's turn to practice French etiquette. He had no way of dealing with a witch-like character like Roseanne, no matter in the past or now.
When he was still weak, he hugged Luo Jie'an's lap, so that he could have time and space to develop. However, this "hug" later became a physical meaning, and the discussion of art also developed into a sexual relationship.
The ancient topic of communication and the birth of life.
It's just that the relationship between the two ends there. As a man with dreams, Mikael did not completely surrender to Luo Jie'an's ideas.
As the ancestor of the Dead Apostles, Luo Jie'an would naturally not succumb to a man who was weaker than herself, although he was indeed very interesting and had his own unique attainments in art.
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"Okay, but after Xiao Mikael kills Fu Hailin, don't forget to help me catch that mouse."
Luo Jie'an wrinkled her small nose and showed a vicious expression on her face.
"You actually dare to run onto my magic eye collection train to grab the magic eyes. I must make that mouse look good!"
"Oh~~?"
Mei Lian became somewhat interested in this topic.
"There shouldn't be many people in this world who dare to go to the Magic Eye Collection Train to rob things, right?"
"That guy was also a Death Apostle, but he was just a stranger. He seemed to have some special means of escaping. Even the inherent barrier couldn't trap him. He ran away after being seriously injured by me."
Having said this, Luo Jie'an clenched her pink fist angrily and slammed it on the stone table. The last person to cause a scene on the Magic Eye Collection Train was the top puppet master Aozaki Yuko.
I didn't expect that after a few years, another one would show up. The majesty of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles cannot be easily challenged. If she doesn't show her power this time, I'm afraid no one will take her seriously in the future. That guy Smiley
He would also laugh at her.
Click——
Fine cracks started from Luo Jie'an's fist and spread rapidly in all directions, then spread all over the table and collapsed.
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"Miss, please forgive my arrogance. If it is just an adult trial, the successor of the ancestor will suffice. You will definitely become the queen of the clock tower. However, you are still immature and aim at Fu Hailin. It is still a bit unsatisfactory.
wisdom."
The old man with white beard and hair looked at the girl in front of him and said seriously.
"There is no need. It is Barthemero's shame to escape in the face of the Dead Apostles. All I want to achieve is a perfect victory."
The girl rejected the old man's words without hesitation. She looked at the black forest in front of her, and faced this demonic realm that had swallowed up countless lives without any fear.
His brown hair is neatly combed behind his head, and his eyes, which are the same color as his hair, are very sharp, like sharp sword blades, and he does not hide the pride in his behavior.
The slim-fitting white uniform outlines the girl's green curves, and she wears a shiny silver metal glove on her right hand, with subtle and exquisite patterns etched on it, and obscure magic flowing in it.
The girl's name is Lorelei, and she is the future head of the family of Bartholomew, one of the three nobles in the Clock Tower. Hunting the Death Apostles is a coming-of-age rite for every Bartholomew member, and she is no exception.
Although in terms of height, she is more than a head taller than the old man, in terms of aura, it seems that everyone present is a head shorter than her.
The rest of the magicians avoided this direction one after another, fearful, angry, greedy... all kinds of eyes looked here. At present, no one who has entered Fu Hailin has come out alive. Naturally, they are also looking forward to Lorelei.
Will die in here.
However, compared to Barthemero's reputation, they are more concerned about the well-trained magicians who follow the girl, that is, the famous Chorus. Their methods are more like an army than magicians.
.
This personalityless group that excludes themselves is the sharp knife in Barthelmero's hands, and countless rebels and Dead Apostles were killed in their hands.
These twenty people are from the clone brigade in the choir. The original number was only fifty, but calling themselves a brigade with only fifty people is actually not bragging, but should be said to be modest.
statement.
"Since you already have an idea, I shouldn't say any more."
The old man heard Lorelai's answer and nodded slightly. He was also a member of Barthemeros and Lorelai's teacher, but whether as a teacher or a member of the family, when the girl made up her mind, he would
Just follow behind him.
"Then the action is ready to begin."
The old man, who was the adjutant, gave the order, and the other members started preparations in an orderly manner.
The magical threads connected everyone together like a spider web, and finally these threads converged on the girl's body, forming a complete defensive spell.
Barthemero also collected a lot of information about Fu Hailin, and he also had a rough idea of how to defeat it. Lorelei was the one who put this idea into practice.
Facing the Fu Hailin, it is unwise to fight with it. Even Barthemero cannot destroy the Fu Hailin together with the land where it is located. The magic power accumulated over the past eight hundred years is no match for any enemy in a war of attrition.
nightmare.
Barthemero's idea was to form an elite team, rush into the core of Fu Hailin, and execute beheading tactics. Lorelai was the well-deserved spearhead of this team.
Although she is not yet an adult, the magicians in the team have absolute trust in Lorelai. The immature girl needs their assistance now, but given time, she will single-handedly defeat enemies at the level of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles.
"It is also our duty to play occasionally. When hunting, we must carry out it with an elegant and happy mood. Fu Hailin is just a larger prey."
Her thin eyebrows did not twitch at all, and there was cold hatred in her pupils. Lorelei gave the order to attack.