Vol 2 Chapter 216: drag

Chapter 216 Drag
Really bad.
Tyres sighed in the bottom of his heart: even JC couldn't pull it out.
The little slicker sat on the ground in a silly manner, watching Taylors being hit by the blade against the neck.
Everyone in the field is ugly:
From the beginning of the invasion of the ceiling in Tulleha, to the continuous repelling of five people to take down the Teres, just a moment of electric light and flint.
Miranda stopped Cohen, who had a feverish mind and wanted to bite his teeth.
The vigilant officer came back. He wiped the blood under his nose, looked around in a mess, and looked at the sudden enemies. He remembered the words of teacher Jeddy: "When one day, you find yourself... but Can solve the battle in a very short moment... You are probably close to the extremes..."
Damn it.
So this new guy...
Cohen squeezed his fist and looked at the prince who was held by him. He felt depressed.
Rafael looked at the red witch at the door and looked at the other side of the Fire Knight and Tyres. His face was cloudy.
"Actually from above..." Wye looked at the broken ceiling with amazement and looked at the gravel around.
Cohen bit his teeth, his eyes are full of blood: "It’s so bad..."
"What should I do now?" Miranda assessed the situation and sighed.
There was a round of applause in the direction of the thick door.
"The Fire Knight, it deserves your reputation," the Red Witch reappeared in front of the thick door, smiling, and friendly: "It's a pretty skill."
Tullehanu licked his mouth and turned his eyes to Tyres, watching his blade in front of his throat.
It seems to be very dissatisfied with the current situation.
Taylors smiled at him, thinking about the way to get out of his life - although it seems that this hope is very small: the extreme Dule Haha, the mysterious red witch, plus the soldiers in the gate.
"It's nothing... they are not at their best," Tulleha shook his head. "There is a wound in the body, and the heart is shaken by your words, and even a decent match can't be played."
Rafael and Miranda looked at each other and their breathing accelerated.
"Only the acrobatic kid of the power," the fire knight looked at Rolf, who looked at the sword, and looked at Wye, who was holding the sword: "There are also impulsive guys."
Tulleha turned to the other three: "These... are also limited."
"You, kid, close to the extreme? Hey," said Tulleha, dismissive to Raphael: "Don't be kidding, just rely on the power that doesn't belong to you?"
Raphael's face remained the same, but Miranda around him was amazed.
Tulleha turned his eyes again and stared at Miranda deeply: "Little girl, you have a few swords in one-on-one, and you can kill it..."
Tulleha turned to Cohen.
The police officer also stared at him.
But Tulleha suddenly smiled.
"You can still, taller," the fire knight slowly nodded, and his eyes showed approval: "In these people, only you know people efficiently."
Cohen glimpsed.
"Maybe, you will be the highest among them." Tulleha said lightly.
Cohen looked at the tales he was holding in his hand, and his heart was annoyed.
Tyres looked at each other in a hurry, but he could only see fatigue and powerlessness from their scarred bodies.
Kashan came forward.
"The red witch is good at lying. Right?" Kashan raised an eyebrow and her eyes were deep.
"However, the lie does not need to be open (Aliarneedsnotongue.)," Red Witch looked at Rafael, who did not recognize his expression, and smiled slightly: "You are not the only one who delays time, the children of the Secret."
Tulleha glanced at the five people around and frowned.
"But... is it really necessary for these few people?"
The fire knight shook his head and his face was disdainful: "The soldiers can do all of them."
Kashan smiled and was not impatient.
"First," the Red Witch and the singer said: "We want to live - it is easy to be surprised in the melee."
"Second, everyone else is fine," Kashan turned to Raphael, his eyes subtly: "But this person..."
"He is close to the extremes after all, you are likely to stop the hand and kill him," greeted Rafael's poor eyes, the red witch faintly said: "He is a secret person, there may be other means - For example, alchemy balls, such as suicide before suffering."
"After all, it was hard to force him to show up."
Raphael did not speak.
"So," Kashan re-released a smile: "Can you hand over the Star of the Staff now, Dear Rafael?"
Rafael seemed to be a bit tired and awkward at the foot.
Cohen wants to hold him, but Raphael has already stepped on Rolf's shoulder.
Raphael gasped for two breaths on Rolf's shoulder, then stood firm and looked at her.
His expression has some subtle changes.
"The stick of the stars is not on me." The young man of the Secret Society slowly said.
"There is no star of the stars?" The red witch opened his mouth and the wrinkles in his eyes swayed: "Without the arm, how could Morat let you take responsibility for the blood?"
"We don't have to rely on the legendary anti-magic arm to mobilize the disaster." Raphael was cold and cold.
Ms. Kashan did not speak, she just looked at Raphael quietly.
"Your prince is in front of you," the red witch whispered. "Do you know that your choice will affect his safety?"
Everyone turned to Tyres.
Taylors a glimpse.
what?
My safety?
But at this time, Tyres frowned: in the place facing the red witch, Rolf moved his shoulders and broke Rafael's hand.
The ghost of the wind is quietly facing him with a hidden gesture.
【drag. 】
Taylor's heart moved.
drag?
Tyres frowned: Rafael, he... What are you waiting for?
Raphael looked up.
"I don't have that thing." Raphael's pupils got together and still didn't loosen it: "If there is, I won't give it to you."
"Oh? This way." The red witch has a calm tone and a natural tone, as if it doesn't care.
But the next moment, her words made everyone frown.
"Well, Lord Tulha," the old woman who only listened to the red robe whispered: "Please take a finger of the prince for me..."
Tyres took a deep breath and widened his eyes.
what?
Raphael closed his eyes.
"Hey!" Cohen couldn't help it anymore. He said dissatisfiedly: "He is just a child!"
Kashan bent his mouth and lifted his arm to his abdomen, revealing his wrinkled hands: "He is a comet, a descendant of the royal family."
"This is enough."
Tulleha also raised his brow, his eyes patrolling in the hands of Taylors, then turned to look at the red witch, seemingly dissatisfied: "Really? A little boy? Finger?"
Kashan looked at the fire knight and suddenly smiled:
"Of course it's a joke."
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can suppress the star of the vast majority of magicians," Kashan shook her head helplessly, and then smiled from her eyes: "How could it be worth only one finger?"
"How about an eyeball?"
Tyres was another spurt and was almost cut by the blade.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Tyres quickly raised his hands, but Tulleha immediately turned the blade, his face sticking to his skin, a cold.
"Star... The star of the stars is right!"
This time, he successfully attracted the attention of the audience.
Kashan turned his eyes to Tyres.
"It is said that you are known for your early wisdom, Your Highness." The red witch once again showed her kind smile.
But at this moment, Tyres only thinks that the farther away from this smile, the better.
Just listen to Kashan and the authentic: "Maybe you can convince him, for your physical integrity, you work with us?"
Tyres swallowed a slobber, his eyes turned to look at his Tulleha, and smiled.
The second prince looked at Raphael, but the other party just looked at his feet.
Cohen ran into Rafael and he still didn't respond.
Tyres took a deep breath and looked at the red witch, posing "I am very cooperative."
Drag time.
Right.
"The stick of the stars," the second prince looked at the knife in front of him with a sweaty head. "That... In fact, Rafael did not really... didn't bring it."
Kashan looked at him motionless and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Taylors was seen in his heart, but his face was laughing.
"Yes," finally, the red witch sighed: "There is no one for your eyes."
Tyres was shocked.
Kashan looked at Tulha and nodded gently.

Really?
Miranda spoke dissatisfied.
Cohen squeezed his fists and gathered the power of the end.
Kashan smiled and shook his head at them.
"Hey, Ms. Kashan," however, Tulleha, who controlled the life and death of Tyres, sighed. He looked at Kashan: "He is just a child."
Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and gratefully watched the Fire Knight.
"Yes," Kashan raised her eyebrows and smiled. "That's it..."
Tyres did not dare to move, watching the interaction between the Red Witch and the Fire Knight.
"But I heard that Lord Tulleha's knife is delicate and delicate, can you cut the fly?" The old woman smiled.
Tulleha narrowed his eyes.
Just listen to the red witch gently said: "That might as well show us..."
"How about slashing his right eyelashes?"
Tyres’s heart is tight again!
Right... right eyelashes?
Tulleha snorted and looked at Tyres. The knife in his hand slowly moved: "This is not impossible..."
The face of the yellow-gold screen rubbed the eyelashes of Tyres and finally stopped on the forehead.
The blade is slightly in front of his right eye and seems to be in range.
Just listening to Tulha scorned, the saber trembled: "Kid, don't blink - otherwise you will regret it."
Feeling the coldness of the blade slowly passing over his face, Tyres’s heart snorted.
This……
Nima...
"Wait--I know!"
He couldn't stand it anymore, rushing to the front of Tuleha's blade and shouting: "I know... I know where the star of the stars is!"
This time, not only Kashan and Tulleha, even the stars of the crowd are all pointing to him.
Tulleha stopped the blade in front of his neck.
"The people in the secret department don't know, but you know?" The red witch asked faintly, and there was deep doubt in his tone.
Tyres spit out a sigh of relief and slammed his right eye.
"It is, after all, the possession of the comet's royal family," Taylors smirked and smiled. "And, the secrets did bring it - just for the scourge of blood."
Kasan narrowed his eyes: "Oh?"
Tyres’ eyes turned and struggled to think about the current situation.
To have an excuse to let her believe in the past, can we drag...
"Last night, the scourge of blood was sealed," Taylor said with a slight gasp, and smiled helplessly: "But I am sure that this is neither a gun of the soul nor a knife made by the comet."
The red witch frowned.
That's right.
When the soul gun and the broken soul blade and their master were found, the blood disaster has been sealed for a long time.
and so……
"How do you know?" Kashan slowly sighed.
Raphael’s eyes changed and his expression was subtle.
"Because I know," Thales licked his lips and turned his head crazy: "There is... another person, got the star of the stars!"
"It was he who sealed the disaster."
Kassan’s expression finally condensed slightly.
Cohen and Miranda also looked at each other and were amazed.
"Who?" she whispered: " Sealing the disaster?"
Tyres took a deep breath and slowly said the answer.
"A man... alone."
"It's a strange swordsman," he gnawed his teeth. "Hold the handle - a weird black sword."
"The stick of the stars... is in his hand."
(End of this chapter)