113, youth with nowhere to put

"This is really a mean question."

The master fell on the pulpit with one hand and said casually: "The existence of the Parthian Legion is to eliminate everything that may threaten the survival and safety of the people of the whole continent. The child of Heimlin has been confused by power and money. He is full of strength for those forces that we have destroyed. Such a person is not worthy to be a priest again.

Solandal smiled and didn't seem to agree: "The power itself is not wrong. What's wrong is the user's heart."

The master snorted and became harsh: "That's the naive idea that you young people have. As long as the power in your hand is strong enough and stronger than anyone else, even a saint will degenerate, and will become greedy, tyrannical, ugly, and eventually be swallowed up by the evil of power."

"Well, I have to admit that you are talking about most of the situation," Solandal said and spread his hands. "But before I agree with your statement, can you answer my two questions first?"

"What's the problem?" The master asked in a low voice.

Solandal looked at him for a while before saying, "How do you judge whether a person has been or will be swallowed up by the evil side of power, and why don't you have self-sanctions if you have the power to sanction anyone in the whole continent?"

The black currant, which had been hidden above the chandelier in the auditorium, also jumped down at this time and fell behind the master, forming a pinch attack with Sorandal.

The master laughed loudly again, but his words were full of threats: "Do you two want to kill me? Your Highness Solandar, you may also be described as fearless. Camus, you are a killer trained by the legion. Don't you know my strength?

Blackcurrant's five fingers were open and clenched, and the bone joints made a crisp sound: "Camiu is dead."

"His death has made you, you can't deny this, Camus," the master doesn't seem to be afraid of their joint attack. He doesn't know whether he is confident enough in his ability or has another trump card. His hand is still beating on the pulpit. "For you, and Miss Yin who domesticated you, the senior management of the legion has always been very concerned. If you are willing to come back with her, I will not care about your defection and allow her to be a priest.

Blackcurrant was silent and seemed to be considering whether to accept the suggestion. Solandal shouted exaggeratedly: "Hey, you were bought so soon? At least bargain first. It's too backbone!"

At this moment, the main door of the auditorium was kicked open, and the moonlight spread a light. The person who kicked the door put his hands on his knees and gasped, and couldn't get up for a long time: "You two, what are you doing behind my back!"

The master laughed a few times and said with regret, "It seems that we can't talk about it tonight. See you later, children." A space moves away from the encirclement.

"Hey, you two, was someone here just now?" Yin gasped enough, patted her chest and walked down the slightly slanted aisle, came to the pulpit, looked at this and that, "Is there really anyone? Is it a master? Is he gone? You two don't care who you are. Let's say something.

Blackcurrant reluctantly nodded: "He was here just now. When he saw you come, he left."

Yin "Ah" froze: "When you see me coming, you will leave. Are you scared away by me? I'm not too scary to look."

Solandal laughed and waved his hand. The fire phoenix fluttered its wings and stopped on his arm. He handed Huo Feng over and said, "I borrowed your Xiaohong for so long, and now I can return it to you." By the way, thanks to you, otherwise the monster will be taken back by the master.

Yin reached out and took over the fire phoenix. He was shocked by the weight contained in its small size. He smacked his tongue and said, "Xiao Hong, what did you eat with him? You are so fat." Suddenly I remembered that it fell on Solandal's left arm just now, and I was even more surprised: "Didn't your left hand be seriously injured? At the beginning, you couldn't even pick up the bowl, but Xiaohong squatted up and was fine?"

"Genius has no disability. You'd better ask Xiao Hong for details. He knows it better than me." Solandal said and turned around and wanted to slip away. Unexpectedly, Huofeng and Blackcurrant quickly changed their appearances and stopped him in the two directions he might leave.

Huo Feng said sincerely, "Xiao Suo, you should go back and explain it to the little girl of the map cannon. Really, I'm thousands of years old. I won't joke with you."

Solandal looked at you forgave me and raised his hand and surrendered: "What's the explanation? If I have to explain every girl who has lingering tenderness for me, isn't it too cruel? Isn't it good to let them leave some good fantasies and expectations?"

Blackcurrant also agrees with Huo Feng's words: "Unless you have the face to see her, I'm afraid she knows that you are a coward."

"...I'm afraid of you. Let's go," Solandal gave up helplessly. "However, Yin, the ugly words are ahead. If she cries, it's none of my business."

Yin laughed and said, "That's a must. Let's go, artist of love and dream. Your youth, which has nowhere to be placed, has been sentenced to death by your goddess. Go back and be punished obediently. We can also consider telling you.

When the three birds returned to the hotel, it was almost dawn. Su Ti had already fallen asleep, and the fire phoenix still ruthlessly locked him in the small dark room in the pile of Sorendaal's confession, waiting for the judgment of the goddess tomorrow.

"That big idiot deserves it. He wants to be handsome all day long, and I get a stick." Yin yawned while removing the hairpin.

Blackcurrant had already been lying on the corpse, with his hands behind his head. After a long time, he suddenly said, "Before you came, Solandal asked the master why he chased Haimerlin."

Yin's hand to remove the hairpin stopped and turned his head to look at him in surprise: "The master sent someone to chase Himmerin? Isn't it his father who chased him? Why did he become a member of the Parthian Legion again?

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was talking about Haimerlin in Berente, the Quincy brothers swore that it was not Hemerlin himself who attended the signing dinner, and Alex also said that this person "probably what he said to you is not the truth." What's going on? Yin unconsciously grabbed her hair and said to herself, "Are there two groups of people chasing him? No, if the Imperial Army and the Parthian Legion are chasing him, who arranged his stand-in at the signing dinner?

"I suspect that he was afraid that we would know some truth, so he deliberately said that the person who chased him was the imperial army," Blackcurrant quietly closed his eyes. "In fact, the person who had been chasing him was the Parth Army - that is, the master sent."

Yinchu thought it made sense. He thought about it carefully and shook his head: "But what's the benefit of doing this?"

Blackcurrant thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe it's to take advantage of you."

"Use me?" Yin was a little strange at first, and then she reacted, "Use my guilt? If the person who chased him is the Parthian Legion, it will definitely not be because he is lame, because the Parthian Legion will not kill a waste.

"And if the imperial army wants to kill him, it must be because he is no longer worth following. He can't catch up with Solandal in magic cultivation. If he is lame, he will be pushed by the wall. If he approaches me in such a capacity, it is easier to gain my sympathy. On the one hand, he can avoid the pursuit, and on the other hand, he can Avoid our contact with the Imperial Army and reveal the fact that he was abandoned by the Parthian Legion?

Blackcurrant couldn't help smiling and nodded: "You are much smarter than that idiot. He didn't figure it out until today."

How can you be praised by this guy who has always hurt others and himself? Yin really didn't know whether she should feel honored or laugh or cry. She grabbed the comb and combed her hair and took a breath: "Since it was the Part-time Legion who chased him, I don't need to feel any more guilt. I also spent a lot of money on food and accommodation all the way. I was hit by him in the afternoon."

When Blackcurrant saw her walking to the bed, he had to sit down in another **, reached out and dragged her over and kissed her under her body: "Well, don't worry about him anymore."

"Ouch! No, Xiaohei, aren't you going to accompany Elena into the palace tomorrow? I'm going to bed early," Yin was pressed by him and waved her limbs, like a small animal whose belly had been turned over, hurriedly reminding, "This bed is too small. I always feel like I'm going to be squeezed down by you. Let go!"

No matter how hard she struggled, the black currant just didn't let go. On the contrary, she was sweating all over. She was dejected and thinking that it would be better to go to bed early after him. The direction of the window behind her made a thong movement. She reflexively wanted to turn her head, but she was pulled over by the black gallon and kissed fiercely, and her lips were worn before she was released. Kai, I forgot the voice I just heard in Java and rolled my eyes out of breath.

The window that had been left for ventilation was pried open by a thin stick. A sneaky hand reached in and stuffed a two-folded letter note under the vase. The thump was exactly what happened when the vase was accidentally knocked down.

Taking advantage of Yin's empty point, Blackcuron glanced at the window with the corners of his eyes. The letterhead had been pressed, but the owner of the hand did not leave, and the two hands made a indewd gesture to him together.

"I'll let you go tonight for the time being." A pun.

Yin punched him on the chest angrily: "The big idiot is right. You are a monster. Move your feet away, so how do you want me to get out of bed?"

When Yin crawled back to her ** and fell asleep, Blackcurrant quietly went to the window and took out the station paper and opened it. There was only one sentence on it: "She asked you. I won't come again."

You don't have to guess who this "she" refers to. The black gallon snorted and tore the letterhead and threw it out of the window.

In the small dark room downstairs, the fire phoenix was handcuffed to the door handle by a magic chain, with her feet hanging upside down. There was also a small handkerchief that tied the beak tightly and could not make a sound, and could not spray fire to burn the whole house together. It was the time when she was so aggrieved that she wanted to die. Xiaoye Mei got in from the window fence above the door. Come on.

"...What are you looking at? You have no conscience." Huo Feng scolded in her heart.

Xiao Yemei jumped gently, jumped on the wooden box beside him, and then stretched out his claws at it. Huo Feng thought for a moment and still stretched out his head. Under the sharp claws of Xiao Ye Mei, the handkerchief was quickly torn into a piece of rags. The fire phoenix squeaked his mouth and untied the magic chain. Seeing that it still tilted his head to look at himself, he glanced at it angrily: "What are you looking at? Go back to your mother."

The little night charm that couldn't understand what it was saying jumped off the box and rubbed it on its belly. Huofeng couldn't stand it and retreated: "Come on, it's too late to please me. I won't pay attention to you, a conscienceless person."

Xiao Yemei continued to come up and act coquettishly. The fire phoenix had no way to retreat. Finally, she had to raise her wings and surrender: "Well, I'm afraid of you. I'm a big fire phoenix, so I'm not angry with a big little thing like you." He stretched out his beak and scratched it a few times. Xiao Ye Mei turned over happily to peck its belly. Huo Feng couldn't laugh or cry. I thought you were really not afraid that I would open your belly and eat it.

At this moment, a head suddenly appeared outside the window fence. Huofeng covered her wings without saying a word, covered Xiaoye Mei under her body, and she also coiled her head and pretended to sleep.

The people outside the door looked at it for a while and then left, but Huo Feng waited until the man's breath was completely gone before releasing the charm of the little night. She was a little puzzled and thought - why did he come to the storage room in the middle of the night to probe his head? Is there any unspeakable purpose?