Chapter 23 A laborious conspiracy 1

He tried his best to hear the collapse of the hall, and the elite warriors he tried his best to cultivate were also torched with the collapse of the hall. He was no longer in the mood to play. Looking around, the old god of Count Enger was sitting there, drinking wine and admiring the gorgeous dancers on the dance floor, looking leisurely.

Galil looked gloomy and slowly revealed his heart accompanied by beautiful Delia and Nice. The three of them usurped together and were very happy.

It's hard to glance at the whole audience, and everyone is cheering. It's a thriving scene, but the hard heart is about to bleed. There are more than 20 level 6 warriors. What a strong team it is. It's hard to rely on strong financial and material resources to assemble such a team of people, but the sky Failure to fulfill people's wishes, a devastating disaster, and all efforts are in vain.

He looked gloomy and looked at the hall. Finally, he finally summoned up his courage and slowly stepped on the high platform. A melancholy voice came, "Dear gentlemen and ladies, you are very welcome to participate in the matching party I held..."

The people in the field suddenly heard the laborious voice and suddenly calmed down. They looked up to see what medicine was bought in the laboring gourd.

"Dear distinguished guests, my bodyguard has just told me a painful thing. Just now, a precious hall in my Allen Manor collapsed in an instant. The reason may be that a strong magician used magic to directly destroy the hall!"

"Ladies and ladies, it is a pity that Allen Manor suffered such a misfortune today. For this, I apologize to all the distinguished guests. Please continue to be happy. Laren worked hard to take a step forward, please forgive me!"

With the end of the laborious words, there was an uproar in the hall, like a huge stone suddenly thrown into a calm lake, rippled with huge waves.

"The collapse of the hall turned out to be the work of a magician. What a powerful magician is to be so powerful!"

"Young Master Feili has offended such a powerful magician. The magicians who can use magic to directly destroy a palace are at least level 7 magicians, or even level 8 magicians..."

Everyone said Yunyun, but all the nobles did not sigh for the effort to collapse a palace, but sighed at how powerful the magician of the collapsed palace and why they collapsed the laborious palace.

Out of the door of the hall, the wind is blowing under his feet, and the wind rushes straight towards the hall, followed by Captain Paris and the seven-level magician Polrich.

The huge flames shone the whole night sky red, and the blazing fire rose straight into the sky. The figures on the ground shook and came to fight the fire.

Suddenly, a huge blue light curtain poured down, followed by the waves, as if the Tianhe River had broken a huge opening and rumbled. The huge water curtain poured down desperately and suddenly poured over the collapsed palace.

Immediately after that, several huge water curtains poured down, and the huge flames were stopped under the situation of the continuous use of water magic by water magicians. The ground was in a mess, full of devastation, and a intact hall collapsed, huge stones, scattered on the ground, black as ink, and everything was set on fire.

Hundreds of warriors were busy digging people from the ruins. In a short time, dozens of bodies were placed there.

Looking at the ruined hall from afar, his face became ugly and how ugly it was. What he cared about was not a hall, but a team of six-level warriors he painstakingly built.

"Alas!" He sighed and said slowly, "Paris, make your situation clear at that time and let me think about it again!"

Paris lowered his head, talked, and told all the scenes in detail. He listened to Paris's explanation, and his heart gradually became clear. Suddenly, he shouted, "Paris, what are you talking about, say it again!"

Just as Paris talked about his war with Alpha, he was shocked and hurriedly asked Paris to repeat what he had just said.

"When Count Nage's servant suddenly heard the majestic voice of the eighth-level magician, he shouted to his master for help! ......”

"Stop!" He grabbed the key, suddenly burst into a cold light in his eyes, and said slowly, "The old fox of Count Enger is really hidden. No one knows that he is a magician and an eighth-level magician!"

"Damn old dog!" Suddenly, he was furious and cursed fiercely, "The eighth-level magician can join the cabinet Senate by relying on this identity, but what is his intention of not to settle in?"

"My elite warrior!" He tried his best to look up to the sky and grieve. At this time, he felt that he had been completely abandoned by the gods who lived on the sky. It was really not good to call the earth!

"Master! Those elite warriors..." Paris said hesitantly.

"Save, of course, you need to save. Go and invite the great eight-level light magician Master Ntes. As long as the elite warrior has a breath, no matter how heavy the price is, he must be saved!" He is furious, shouting loudly, and his voice is loud. These warriors are the foundation of his future war. Without these warriors, his achievements will be far away. If he wants to enter the Senate of the cabinet, it is even more unattainable!

"Yes!" Paris no longer hesitated and said loudly that he left in a fiery atmosphere.

Ah! The sound of depression and vicissitudes resounded throughout the night sky, but no one responded to his cry. The voice floated on the night sky for a long time.

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The morning light was shining, and the charming sun fell down, filling the whole room. The bedside was quietly looking at the white face of Kowloon, and the whole body was bandages wrapped like a big zongzi.

Youlan looked at Jiulong, and gradually a little crimson appeared on her face. "Brother Jiulong is so handsome! Moreover, he is a good-hearted and a real hero. No wonder Miss Mesomea fell in love with each other as soon as they met.

Miss Mesomeia is usually kind to her subordinates and acts uniquely, lively and lovely, but gentle and virtuous! The two of them are really born talented women, golden boys and girls!"

Youlan looked at Jiulong's face and couldn't help but remember the appearance of him when he saw Jiulong for the first time. At that time, she was naked. She was given as a reward by her mother, Ponisia to the fighting god of war, Lockusus, but Jiulong did not have the wilderness she imagined.

Looking at Jiulong's face, Youlan's face became more and more red. She couldn't help touching the root of her thighs, and her face was even more shy and hot. She muttered to herself, "If Brother Jiulong was at that time... Maybe I would become the happiest woman in the world, but unfortunately..."< /P>

Suddenly, Jiulong's eyes moved and slowly opened. What he saw was a delicate face, with a face full of spring, a vein of friendship, and a charming appearance. It was really beautiful and delicious.

"Youlan!" Jiulong called softly.

"Brother Jiulong, you are awake!" Youlan's delicate posture was seen by Jiulong, and suddenly felt ashamed and angry. He hurriedly covered up his posture with spring veins. He quickly stood up and looked at Jiulong in surprise, "Are you hungry? I'll make porridge for you right away!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong nodded gently and looked at Youlan's appearance. He was infinitely relieved. Fortunately, he had Youlan to take care of him. If he didn't have Youlan, he didn't know what he would do when he didn't even have the ability to move.

Youlan blushed and no longer dared to look at Jiulong's face. She quickly turned around, as if the child had done something wrong and wanted to run away, but when he turned around, he was caught by Jiulong.

Youlan was scratched by Jiulong and suddenly felt itchy in her heart, but she was so shy that she never had the courage to turn her head. She could only let Jiulong grab Rouyi and wait motionless...

"Thank you, Youlan!" Jiulong said quietly.

"Brother Jiulong, this is Youlan's duty!" Youlan said silently.

Jiulong looked at Youlan and slowly went out, and his eyes gently turned and swept around. Everything was such a familiar scene. Last night's good memories lingered in his heart for a long time. Mesomea's pure face, affectionate big eyes, long black hair, happy smile, everything was still so fresh in memory, everything It's so seductive.

After a while, Youlan's figure came back. She carefully presented a bowl of steaming porridge, which was full of fresh and elegant aroma. Youlan gently scooped up a small spoon, put it on her mouth and blew it before handing it to Jiulong.

Looking at Youlan's gentle movements, Jiulong suddenly felt how happy it was to have Youlan. Jiulong gently opened his mouth and drank a spoonful of porridge completely.

"Brother Jiulong, do you know who cooked this bowl of porridge?" While feeding porridge for Jiulong, Youlan gently opened her red lips and said slowly.

"Didn't you cook it?" Jiulong asked softly while drinking porridge.

Youlan handed another spoonful of porridge to Jiulong's mouth and sighed faintly, "No, this is cooked by Miss Mesomea!"