Just listen to the sound of swish!
There are many nightingales flying around.
Large pieces of black feathers fell lightly.
Below 3,000 feet, there is prosperity.
It is said that it is the beginning of all evil.
Every time the man takes a step, black feathers will fall down.
A neat handmade suit outlines his appearance, so extravagant that it's almost bewitching.
It was foggy all around, and there was no trace on the man's body, but his face looked hazy and clean.
His hands were wrapped in pure black gloves along the lines, but his hair was silver in color, scattered behind him and reaching his waist.
He is like someone who came out of a cartoon, noble, ascetic, and handsome.
There seemed to be countless clouds churning behind him, and no one could see clearly what was hidden in the clouds.
But the fact that the problem legions don't know doesn't mean that the demon doesn't know.
The devil had already started to retreat, but found that his body didn't listen to any of his commands.
It was surrender and fear bursting from the depths of the blood.
He didn't even dare to look up at the man's eyes, and even less dared to look at the cloud like abyss and hell behind him.
No one knows better than a demon, what that is.
The demon opened his mouth, and under the influence of the man's demonic nature, his figure was revealed in every detail.
His entire face was bright white, and he looked at the man with trembling lips, and even his tone became unstable: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
Your Highness
Question: After hearing this address, the legions looked at each other. This is not in ancient times. Why are they called His Highness
Definitely not a code name like them.
Because obviously, they watched a demon transform into a human form from a plume of black smoke.
But now, that demon begged for mercy and called a man His Highness.
The man was clearly wearing modern clothes, and the rolled fur windbreaker on the outside was a brand they knew. He was simply a business elite who had just attended the evening dance...
They've almost decided he's human.
But think about it carefully, how did this man come here in such a wilderness
He couldn't walk through the whole jungle without his suit being spotless.
Moreover, those nightingales came even more strangely.
In the past, the problem corps had always been materialists and did not believe in any gods and ghosts.
But after carrying out these missions, the Trouble Corps discovered that if they don't dress like humans, they must be humans, just like the one with a soul they just met.
People who don't know will think that they are from the sales department, and the white shirt and suit pants are really no different from human beings.
And... that demon still respects him so much... Could it be a group
Problems The legions were not without worry, and then they raised their guns. One demon is already difficult to deal with, and if they add another one, they can only fight to the death!
However, what they didn't expect was that as soon as they raised their hands, Master Bai pressed their wrists sideways, his palms were still dripping with blood, and that handsome face that had lost a lot of blood turned out to be colder than usual After a few minutes, the voice is also deep, and the eyes are dark and deep: "Don't shoot, it's your own."
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