Chapter 53 Dragon Battle in the Wild 3

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A gentle knock on the door sounded, and Rogers, who had been drinking himself, was suddenly stunned. With a bang, the emerald wine glass fell to the ground together with the wine, and the splashing wine scattered on the ground, emitting an intoxicating mellow fragrance.

The well-dressed Rogers hurriedly sorted out his messy clothes, sat upright, coughed gently, and said slowly, "Come in!"

Squeak——

The door was opened, and a figure rushed in, carrying a black cloth bag on his shoulder. The black cloth bag squirmed gently, as if someone was struggling...

full of face**. Rogers restrained his look slightly, pointed to the bed and motioned to put it down. The man nodded respectfully to Rogers, then put it on the wide ** with the black bag, bowed to Rogers again and walked out of the door.

Rogers looked at the black bag that kept squirming, and his heart was happy. He could imagine the infinite spring scene in the black bag. He calmly picked up the emerald wine glass that fell on the ground, poured a glass of wine, drank it all, and narrowed his eyes happily.

Rogers came to the big bed, his fingers moved slightly, and the blue fighting spirit wrapped around it. The sapphire was as bright as sapphire, and his fingers stroked gently and sneered - the black cloth bag was broken, and Mesonia in plain clothes suddenly came into view.

Rogers stretched out his hand and slowly took down the cloth stuffed into Mesomea's mouth. He seemed to smile and looked at Mesomea unscrupulously, but his heart was happy.

Originally, Mesomea was immersed in the sad feelings of the broken man. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed and there was no movement. The black shadow directly put himself in his pocket with lightning in public.

Mesomea was picked up and ignorant, but she was sure that she had been kidnapped. From the lightning speed of the man, the pure capture technology, and the ability to quietly kidnap a person in public, it could be infer that this person was definitely not an idle person. And he is a master among masters.

The moment Mesomea opened her eyes, she saw the well-dressed Rogers. Suddenly, her heart was furious, and a cold light like ice burst out in her beautiful eyes. It was this beast that almost insulted herself. Mesomea's hatred for Rogers can be said to be difficult to vent all over the world. Hate.

"Beast!" Mesormia's cold voice suddenly sounded, "Let me go, the son of the grand duke of Talmud, in broad daylight, he has done the business of robbing the house. If it spreads, won't you laugh!" Sooner or later, the face of the Talmud of the Cabinet Senate will be lost!"

"Hey! Hey!" Rogers smiled, his face was full of jokes, and said jokingly, "It seems that you are in trouble but you don't know it. It's really bold, but my dear Mesomea, the more you are like this, the more I like it!"

Rogers looked up at the ceiling and talked, "Noble saint, shout loudly. Everything here is surrounded by my people. Let's see if anyone comes to save you and pray for God's mercy. From then on, the holy lotus will also become my ** thing!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Rogers laughed unscrupulously, and then he dropped the folding fan, put down his wine glass, removed his gown, and walked towards Mesomea step by step. When he saw Methomea's look stubborn and fearless, Rogers was also a little surprised, but he was fearless. "Why, my dear saint, aren't you worried about your situation? Pray for me. Maybe I will pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!"

"Hmm!" Mesormia was not afraid and shouted in a cold voice, "Animal, I'm a woman. Come here if you have the courage. The high god will kill you alive!"

"Oh?" Rogers was slightly stunned, and then muttered to himself, "Have you become a woman? Isn't my father... No, it's impossible..."

"The cunning Mesomea, you are as cunning as your brother, and you almost called me. No matter what, 3721, I'll take you first!" Suddenly, Rogers made up his mind and sneered. The black cloth bag was torn to pieces by Rogers, and Mesomea' clothes were torn apart.

buzz——

At this moment, the sky turned around, time stopped, and the tense room suddenly fell silent. The silence was terrible, and the air seemed to solidify. Rogers's outstretched claws stopped in the air, and Rogers' whole body was as motionless as a sculpture.

Touch!

With a soft sound, a footprint suddenly enlarged in front of Rogers. With a bang, Rogers, who was caught off guard, was kicked directly to the ground. Everything happened too fast and incredibly fast. The time taken before and after was not even a second.

A white shadow from virtual to real, white clothes are better than snow, like a fairy walking down to the earth, walking in the void, light wind and clouds, and does not eat the world's fireworks. The person who comes from the void is a cold and handsome young man. The look down on everything, the eyes with no eyes, indifferently remove dust, drifting to the extreme, but natural.

Rogers, who was extremely embarrassed, was trembling and trembling. He knew that he was afraid that he would win the prize today. The person in front of him could walk in the void, ethereal like a fairy, but he did not feel any wind magic fluctuations. Only the legendary ten-level strongman (the strong man of the Holy Land) had such power.

"Lord, spare your life, Lord, spare your life!" Rogers quickly nodded and bowed, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and the ground banged.

Zanglang——

A cold and shining sword slowly came out of its sheath. The cold young man turned a blind eye to Rogers's attitude like a dog's wagging tail. His indifferent eyes despised all life. The young man slowly pulled out his sword, and the sword was also ordinary, even with a little glory.

Rogers wanted to retreat in horror, but what was strange was that he couldn't move. The young man held the sword in his hand, stepped out step by step, raised the sword just like that, and gently inserted it into Rogers' back. It seemed that he didn't know the pain. Rogers' body fell straight on the ground, and there was still a long sword inch by inch. The inch pierced, and the strange thing was that there was no expected blood poured into the ground. Until the sword was pulled out, there was not a drop of blood.

Rogers opened his eyes in horror, ploped, and fell to the ground. He didn't know who it was until he died. Why did he stab himself to death without saying a word? Rogers' death can be said to be extremely wronged and he didn't close his eyes!

Everything happened in an instant. Mesomea, who was panicked, pretended to be calm and threatened the beast-like Rogers with the etiquette of an aristocratic gentleman, but in an instant, Mesomea grew up in shock and held the clothes torn by Rogers in his hands. , in a daze, he looked at the ethereal fairy in white clothes and snow at a loss.

After finishing all this, the young man didn't even blink his eyelids. His movements flowed, his sword returned to its sheath, and stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at Methomea, who was shocked, bowed slightly, and his illusory voice came: "Master, you are safe. No one outside has been left behind, and all of them are all executed by me. I hope the master Zhen Heavy!"

Before the voice fell, the figure disappeared. Until this time, Mesomea didn't know what was going on!

Mesomea couldn't bear to look at Rogers, who had already fallen to the ground and died. Seeing that his face was pale and bloodless, he fell to the ground like a zombie. Methomea quickly closed his eyes, changed his clothes, and hurried out. Sure enough, there were two slaves standing at the door, and they died in the same way as Rogers.

Mesomea walked out of the door of the restaurant unconsciously like a dead body. The whole restaurant was directly wrapped by Rogers, without even a single figure, only a few slaves who fell to the ground...

Mesomea stepped up and seemed to have to walk out of the restaurant. All this happened was too ridiculous. The illusory words floated in Mesomea's mind for a long time: "Master, you are safe. None of the people outside have been executed by me. I hope you will cherish it!"

"Who is? Why do you respect me as the master, but there has been no influence on this person before..." Mesomea can think of his great and omnipotent father, Chief Leren, but then she shook her head again. Is it the person sent by her father to protect herself, as if It's impossible. If my father sent someone to protect himself, maybe he should show up last time...

After thinking for a long time, Methomea only felt a little confused. What happened today was too strange. I couldn't figure it out. I caught it through, but it wrapped me like a maggot of my tarsi!

Who is he and why he wants to protect herself? The big mystery haunts Mesomea's heart. Unfortunately, she can't imagine who protects herself!