Chapter 46 God Bow Meteor 1

In the setting sun, half of the sky is red. The magnificent Allen Manor is bathed in the great momentum in the western slanting sunshine. A row of sergeants stand straight, and there is a cold light on the sword, which can't help but be daunting.

In the small attic under the afterglow, the western sun shines into the room, the ribbon swayed, graceful and colorful, fragrant, pink blurred, diffused the infinite beauty of the sunset.

Mesomea sat gently by the bed and looked at the Kowloon sitting on her side with a blurred look. Her angular face was shining in the sunset, which was a little more mysterious. A trace of black hair fell down, hazy like a dream.

Looking at Kowloon's face, Mesomea's beautiful face is rippled with a little pink aftertaste, elegant and refined, full of fairy body, elegant clothes are neat and clean, and watery blue eyes are like autumn water, sparkling and confusing.

Feeling Jiulong's body temperature, he was fascinated by his eyes, and his heartbeat was pounding, indicating that his heart and her heart were closely connected.

Looking at the person in his arms, Jiulong hugged happily and felt his delicate and boneless body. Jiulong couldn't help but be infatuated. He slowly raised his head, and the slowly beating sun fell inch by inch. Jiulong's heart was reluctant to give up. After this night, he will meet his beloved one from each other. When will be far away. Period.

Kowloon slowly took out a beautiful token made of white iron with a beautiful white iron chain attached to the token. This token was given to him by the old gladiator Erke in the West Asia Manor at that time, with a line of fonts, "Moldo Tribal Chief", which was also the last pair in the four major manor fight competition. When Ficles was dying, he was entrusted with it.

Kowloon hung the token on Mesomea's white neck, looked at Mesomea's delicate face, and said softly, "Honey, I can see that your brother Count Feili is not a qualified brother. From the moment you met with me, he has become the mastermind of persecuting your happiness!"

"Kowloon." Mesormia raised his tender fingers, blocked Jiulong's lips, and said nostalgicly, "I know, stop talking about my brother. In fact, my brother used to be very good to me!"

"Mesomea, I'm sorry, God has made fun of you and me. Since you and I met, you are doomed to suffer the consequences of betrayal, including your brother and all the upper-class figures of the Leren tribe." Jiulong said slowly, and sadness and desolation were rejected in his heart.

"Kowloon, I know that you are full of blood and ambitious. The Lailun tribe is not a place to stay for a long time. I'm afraid you will be gone on this expedition..." Saying here, Mesomea was silent. She just quietly hugged Jiulong's broad body, and her beautiful eyes rippled with reluctance.

"No, I don't have lofty ambitions. Everything is involuntary and has a long road to life. You are my starting point and my only end. Everything is for freedom, for us to live a beautiful and happy life..."

Mesomea was still silent. Slowly, she lifted the white iron token hanging on her neck, looked at the font of "Mordo Chief Order" and said softly, "Kowloon, don't say any more. I know your difficulties. Tell me what to do..."

Jiulong looked at the person in his arms and twitched fiercely. Jiulong gave the chief of Moldova to Mesonia. He was as smart as her. How could he not know Jiulong's intention?! After a long time, he said slowly, "Take this token and go to Dabeiyang Dobby Island, where the Moldovan tribe is waiting for my glorious return!"

"Kowloon, won't you go back to the Omael tribe? That is your homeland, your glory and power, and your relatives!"

"Mesomea, when I, Kowloon changed from the noble son of the noble prince of the Omael tribe to the lowest slave, I was not an Omael. From that moment on, I did not belong to any tribe. I was me, and my name was no longer Omael Roxas, but Kowloon."

"Hmm!" Mesomea nodded obediently, and his sad appearance was pitiful. Looking at Jiulong's melancholy face mixed with a firm look, Mesomea also slowly came out of the sadness.

"Kowloon, wait for me for a moment, I'll be there!" Mesmia suddenly broke away from Jiulong's arms, smiled charmingly, and turned around and left.

After a while, Mesomea came over with a smile, turned her hands behind her back, intimately integrated into Kowloon's arms, and said with a smile, "Kowloon, what do you think this is?"

As he spoke, Mesomea gently stretched out his white little hands, and a pair of mandarin ducks collided with each other, making a pleasant soft sound. The beautiful jade carved mandarin ducks clung to each other, and the jade pendants were inlaid with gold and silver salamander snakes, intertwining each other, like glue.

"Come on!" Mesomea took the jade pendant embedded with a silver snake, carefully hung it on Jiulong's neck, looked at Meiyu carefully, smiled gently, kissed her red lips, and slowly said, "Kowloon, this is the only relic my mother left me before she died. Now I will give you the female jade pendant. Remember to look at it when you think of me. Eyes."

After saying that, Mesmia took Jiulong's hand and asked Jiulong to bring a jade pendant embedded with a golden snake for her.

The beautiful jade is earthy yellow, shining with a beautiful light. The inlaid golden snake is lifelike. The jade pendant is as cool as water. Jiulong looked at it carefully for a long time before hanging the jade pendant solemnly on his neck for Mesomea and looked at the jade pendant. Jiulong couldn't help but be complacent.

Mesomea snuggling in the arms of Kowloon again, and the room fell into peace. Only the sound of two people's slight breathing and banging heartbeats, the sunset fell, darkness came, and the earth was hazy.

The night wind hits, refreshing and pleasant, a round of moon hanging upside down in the sky, brilliant stars competing with each other, hundreds of flowers competing in the garden, insects and cicadas chirping, and tree shadows.

In the attic, the candlelight swayed and was confusing. Mesomea stroked Kowloon's chest and reflected the whole face in the candlelight.

"Mesomea, what are you thinking?" Jiulong stroked Mesomea's soft body and couldn't help saying, because he could see that Mesomea was meditating.

"Kowloon, I'll take you everywhere!" Mesormia said slowly, with infinite melancholy and depression.

"It's late at night, where are you taking me?"

"Let's go, you will know!" Mesomia slowly got up, took off her nightgown, changed into a tights, and took out a small magic wand from the drawer. At the top of the magic wand was an amber oval body, in which there seemed to be tens of millions of stars rotating.

After Jiulong put on his clothes and took over the magic wand handed over by Mesomea, he looked suspiciously at the mysterious Mesomea and asked strangely, "Mesomea, are you a magician?"

"No!" Mesomea shook her head gently. The magician is the only one among them. Mesomea has a noble and good status, but she is not a magician.

Jiulong carefully looked at the magic array in his hand. The circle of light points like electrons in the amber ellipsoid slowly rotated and made various rules according to a certain trajectory. It seemed that the celestial bodies were running, which was extremely mysterious. Jiulong made a trace of spiritual detection, but when the spiritual power entered the lake ball, it disappeared. There is no trace.

Kowloon quickly withdrew his spiritual power, looked at the inconspicuous magic array in his hand, and said in horror, "Mesomea, what the hell is this? How can it devour my spiritual power!"

Mesomea said mysteriously, "This is a key, a key to a heavy treasure. Although it is made of a magic wand, it is not actually a magic wand."

Mesomea took the magic wand, stroked the handle of the magic wand, and pulled it out at will. With a bang, the amber sphere was easily pulled out. Mesomea took the amber ball in her hand and said slowly, "Let's go, where will I take you to!"

"heavy treasure?" When Jiulong saw the mysterious appearance of Mesomea, he was also puzzled. He solemnly followed Mesomea out of the door. In the black night sky, the two held hands and their figures flashed through the winding road. Finally, they came to an underground library.

The underground library is extremely secretive. When Jiulong led down to the underground library in Mesomea, he happened to see a warrior holding a torch and guarding the patrol. Kowloon was in a hurry. He hugged Mesomea's waist and shot out. The shadow flashed away and escaped the patrol warrior from afar.

Mesomea saw that Jiulong was clever and avoided the samurai's patrol, then took a long breath, gently patted his chest, and stared at the dark night sky with surprise.

Kowloon gently closed his eyes, his spiritual power was enlarged to the limit, and his powerful perception extended infinitely. He swept around the basement and found that there were many samurai patrols here. It seemed that there were heavy treasures here, otherwise he would not have been able to take care of such many people for no reason.