The bishop stretched out his hand to hold the magic bracelet, and the cold eyes under the hood also had a hint of awe.
"Although I don't know why that lord appeared in a room with a dark magic atmosphere, this is not something we can ask."
The attendant immediately said, "Yes, I see."
Bishop: "When you go back, report the situation to the Pope, and no one can disturb there without further instructions."
Take a few steps.
The bishop frowned, feeling unsafe, "No, don't disturb the area around the house."
That lord doesn't just practice light magic.
If the black magic is touched by others, it may touch the taboo of the Church of Light.
But if it is that adult, then everything has to make way for him.
After all, even the Church of Light was built by his family.
Even the current Pope is a subordinate of the Rose family.
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Bai Weiwei huddled in the closet, because the time was a little long and she couldn't bear the boredom.
Start yawning.
Then she leaned against Xia Ya's body and rubbed his chest, like a well-behaved kitten.
She was extremely obedient and shrank in his warm arms, squinting her eyes as if she was sleeping.
A beautiful and delicate boy, as motionless as a puppet.
But the gray-purple eyes were half-drooping calmly, staring deeply at the daring Bai Weiwei.
Although he did not reject her breath.
It doesn't mean that he likes being touched like this.
Thinking that there was a fanatical madman in the past, to meet him, he would even die.
Although he only touched the corner of his clothes, he was knocked out by his magic.
But it still disgusted him enough.
He didn't wear any of his clothes after that.
If it was his normal state, this little witch would dare to touch him.
Dreaming is faster.
There was a cold sneer in Duke Rose's cold eyes.
Wait until the people from the Church of Light break open this house.
Catch the little witch.
Taking him back to the Church of Light and drinking the Pope's holy water is estimated to speed up the refining of the dragon's power.
At that time, he would personally go to the cell and beat this dissolute little witch to death.
In the end, he waited and waited, he had already smelled the familiar breath of light magic.
At least the breath of a bishop in a district.
That's right, you must know him.
The dark magic atmosphere in this room is so obvious, the bishop can definitely see it.
And then... gone
Xia Ya was silent, but she just left.
As a bishop, you can't even see the house of black magic. Is it because the assessment is too lax, or is it too rampant to go through the back door
The little witch doesn't seem to know yet that the people outside are gone.
She still shrank tremblingly in his arms, trying to get a little protection like that.
If she didn't fall asleep, that's how he convinced himself.
At such a dangerous time, she actually fell asleep
Xia Ya's eyes were even colder, cold like a purple gem, flowing this amazing brilliance.
He was huddled in a shabby, cheap closet.
Like lying dead, holding a witch in his arms, unable to move.
This is definitely the most embarrassing time in his life.
Just when Xiaya's perception of this place further declined, and the favorability was about to drop again.
A small cry, like a little milk cat murmured, sounded softly on his chest.
Xia Ya couldn't move his sight.
He just felt the weak cry tickled his ears.
What are you crying for
Are you that scared
I have never seen such a weak, cowardly, and incompetent witch.