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. wwW,QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO,cOm. . Well, that is the direct blood descendant of the Dark Blue Demon King!
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When Lin Qi attacked the Eucalyptus Forest Castle, a Saint Master and three Saint-level old heretics from the Black Abyss Divine Prison, along with twelve dead soldiers guarding the Palace of Gods, cooperated with more than thirty people holding powerful crossbows. The tough warrior arrived in front of the manor prepared by Mr. Mo for his daughter Yitris 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, If Mr. Mo didn't notice anything strange, he would definitely rush to see him.
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 Mr. Mo's daughter, 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 from common sense, how much power could you expect from a teenage girl
Yun sent three holy realms, twelve celestial dead warriors and more than thirty warriors to attack the manor, trying to kidnap Idris without alerting anyone. Look at Mr. Mo’s care for Eatrice. He values this daughter whose origin he does not know very much. Holding her in his hands is undoubtedly a great restraint on Mr. Mo, and it is also a powerful bargaining chip.
Just when Lin Qi launched the order. Let all the teams sent out launch an attack on the nest of the Eishan Hermit Association at the same time, and the one with the strongest strength is the one who raped a priestess of the Youth Goddess Temple many years ago. The old heretic who was thrown into the Black Abyss Divine Prison excitedly and impatiently raised his sword.
"Come in, kill all the men, and all the women... Well, except for the little girl, the other women, everyone has a quarter of an hour to do something they like to do 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 had a sullen face and closed their mouths. They were now extremely surprised at how this old guy had a sudden idea. To provoke the Priestess of the Temple of Youth. Can he be happy seven or eight times in a quarter of an hour? Is this guy still a powerful Saint Master-level warrior? Is his body made of tofu
The three Holy Realm masters just kicked open the door of the manor in 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 guarding the Palace of Gods hid in the shadows and followed them step by step. The warriors holding crossbows walked in the vineyards with withered leaves. He looked around vigilantly at the movements around him.
A coachman drove his carriage along the road towards the gate of the manor. He saw the three intruders coming in boldly, and he opened his mouth to shout to the police. At the same time, he quickly pulled out a sharp sword from under the seat, and the blade of the sword actually flashed a halo of high-level fighting spirit.
"What a poor boy!"
The old heretic, whose eyes were filled with sexual fire, swung his sword lightly, and 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 sword intent was so sharp 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 long as you don't let the little girl go, and the rest... whatever you like, just do it. Just do something!"
Without allowing his companions to stop him, the old heretic jumped up and turned into a hazy sword shadow and flew towards the main building of the manor impatiently. From time to time, low muffled sounds were heard along the way. Several secret sentries hiding in the vineyard were killed by the old heretic with a sword. 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. When they were dilated, she could see countless groups of flickering fires of life in the city of Berelli. There are dozens of flames that are particularly hot and vigorous. They are the leading figures of the major forces in the mainland who are sitting in the Victory Palace. They all rushed to Bo Laili 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 fire of life is so weak. The fire of life of any demigod in the Palace of Victory is more powerful than the fire of life of hundreds of thousands of civilians combined.
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 A guard on the bed was yawning, and between his teeth, there was a very fine trace of minced meat attached to the fiber of a piece of celery.
Just when Idris was enjoying the splendid and magnificent world from all kinds of strange perspectives, the old heretic landed on the terrace out of thin air.
Several maids standing next to Yitris immediately surrounded Yitris silently. 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 surprise: "Praise the great God of Lust, what beautiful girls, and they are all status warriors! I can imagine how beautiful 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 Eitris seriously, and then a strand of saliva hung from the corner of his mouth. He was so excited that he trembled all over and screamed almost madly: "Why is this? Such a cute little girl, no, I would rather go against the will of that little devil, I also want to get your body! How pure, how weak **Ah, 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 she whispered: "Miss Yitris, please leave as soon as possible. The enemy is very powerful, he..."
Eitris's 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 sharp knife cutting tofu, with smooth edges and no burrs.
Eatrix, who had just been standing in front of him, appeared behind his body. Look at the hole in the human shape, it’s just enough for Idris to fit in!
Just now, at a moment when a powerful warrior with a high level of Holy Master could not see any movement clearly, Idris penetrated this burly old heretic who was several times the size of her slender body. She passed through his body smoothly, 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!" Yitris shook her head gently: "It's so boring!"
With a wave of his hand, a black fire erupted from Idris's fingertips. Thin flames wrapped around the old heretic's body, burning him into a ball of black smoke in the blink of an eye. In the thick black smoke, a small translucent shadow that looked exactly like the old heretic was struggling and howling. This was the soul of the old heretic. He was screaming in terror, struggling hysterically to get out of this mass. Rushing out of the black smoke.
"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.
Eatrice's long hair that was spread around her ankles suddenly started flying. 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 should be killed!"
Under the horrified gazes of the maids, Idris waved her hands around, and countless thin, non-reflective black rays of light shot out from her fingertips. Countless black rays of light formed a huge net in the void. Then the net quickly spun around the entire manor.
The sound of "puff" was heard endlessly, and 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 next to 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 lovely The chicks, they will definitely like the new body, right?”
Several maids shivered with fear, then their legs weakened and they knelt on the ground in embarrassment.