Chapter 43: Wrathful witch

Undead?
At night, I was more worried about it. I was about to start rolling forward with the wind, but a cold sword that reached his neck instantly dispelled his thoughts.
"There is something to say! I am not a dead soul!" Shouted his hands in the night.
"No? Hey..."
A scorn came from behind, and then I heard a faint scent on the night, but the scent was so light that it was too light to be ignored.
Then a woman turned to him.
This is a graceful woman wrapped in a black tight-fitting leather jacket, stepping on a pair of high-heeled boots, covered with a white trench coat, about twenty-five years old, with a pair of smart purple, small The nose and golden smooth hair.
But what makes the night three even more strange is that such a wonderful girl wrapped herself so tightly that the whole body except the head was not exposed to half an inch of skin until he found the pair of slightly rolled goat horns on the other's head. .
"Devil?!"
Coupled with the pointed small ears exposed by the other party's long hair, the night three immediately understood what kind of opponent they had encountered.
It turned out to be the "famous" on the sacred stone continent, second only to the undead!
Speaking of the leader of the Mozu, the demon is also a personal thing. Immediately after the natural disaster of the undead, he took the opportunity to launch the power of the whole family and wanted to unify the holy stone continent. He almost succeeded him. Fortunately, the leaders of all ethnic groups were also blossoming. Regained the abyss of the magic eye.
However, the Mozu is different from the undead. They only need to keep the abyss of the demon eye. They don't have to worry about their heads on the sacred stone continent. In order to reduce the loss, the tribes will not kill them.
At night, I really didn't expect to encounter a demon in the foggy forest. The color of the purple cicada is still a high demon!
and many more!
On the night of the night, I suddenly remembered the open birdcage. Wouldn't this woman be the black cat turned into a shape?
Yes, it must be like this! Otherwise how can she be black?
As for the white windbreaker, the ghost knows where she came from...
I ignored the psychological activities of the night and the seventh, and the witches wore long swords, but the nose was close to the night, and sniffed carefully.
"Strange, you really don't have the rancid smell of the undead, but the Templars clearly said that they came to the undead..."
When I heard the woman’s words, I was more relaxed in the night, not the black cat.

Is there a dead soul here?!

At night, she was trembling and crying.
"Big, I am a lost lumberjack, I don't know, I beg you to let me go home!"
"Lumberjack?"
The witch looked at the poor and sour dress of the night, and the axe that he had fallen aside. The axe was covered with rust, and it looked like a normal slasher.
apart from……
That handsome face.
"Hey! You want to lie to me?!"
The witch raised the sword and lifted the chin of the night, but the kick kicked his waist.

A lumberjack can use such a good sword?

"Oh!"
At night, I explained it to me. By the way, I also pointed to the gold plaque on the side.
"I just smashed two sets of armor!"
"Then you are a thief!" The witch raised her eyebrows.
At night, it was only in the eyes of her. It seemed that her acting skills were still not passed. I couldn’t deceive it, so I simply stopped shaking, and my dark eyes looked straight at the witch. .
"What do you want?"
"How are you? I think about it..."
The witch sat down on the dead wood next to it, holding a sword and dragging her chin with one hand, but her eyes were constantly detached on the night, and she didn't know what to do.
"With! The woman I used to breed with Goblin died, is it better to change it to you?"
Seeing that the witch had a pleasantly patted the thigh, the night hair was even more violent.
Breeding with Goblin?
He?
Eggs! The undead can kill and not be humiliated!
"Dong Dian West is old, hands-on!"
As the night screamed louder, I don’t know when the two disabled stalkers came up and raised the axe high on the back of the witch, and the night three took the opportunity to play back, then both hands shot, right The witch had sent five dead rays.
The face of the witch was cold and slammed into a pink smog. The two old axes of Dong Dianxi went down and cut a loneliness.
But when the five dead rays came into the fog, they heard a sigh in the inside, and then the voice of the witch was heard:
"Dead light! You really are the undead!"
At night, I touched my neck, where a long blood mark was drawn by the witch's long sword, but the scar was actually not deep.
Of course, this is relative to the undead.
If you change to an ordinary person, it is estimated that you have fallen to the ground with your neck down.
"You are a witch, who is the one who is with you? It is better to let each one step, you take yours, I take my?!" The night three pointed to the two sets of armor on the ground.
This stuff can be sold at a good price even if it is melted.
"Go? What if you left my experiment? I don't think about it!"
The woman’s voice came again in the mist, but his request made the night three bigger.
This witch looks so slick, how can her head follow the water, how persistent is her cross-species match? This time, I also mentioned this matter!
However, the third night is better to understand her appeal.
"I can't stay, but why don't you go find the Knights Templar who ran away! Didn't he just be played by the group you played with? And he is much better than me!"
At night, I pinched my little arm of fine skin and tender meat~EbookFREE.me~ I couldn't even pinch a meat ball.
"Hey! Are you really a sacred knight? Is it a sacred light for him to give me a break?" The witch snorted and was very dissatisfied.
The sacred shelter is just an inconspicuous transparent ball of light, but its defensive ability can definitely be said to be the crown of the stone.
Legend has it that as long as it does not have any attacks that can harm people in the light shield when it is turned on, the only way to deal with it is to wait for it to disappear automatically.
God knows how many holy sacred rituals that can send 18 triumphant spears, and if the other party has a card, it is enough for the restraint to drink a pot.
Just being able to succeed is just an opportunity to take advantage of Yang Tian's care. Unfortunately, she did not expect Yang Tian to wake up so quickly.
"This way..."
The night was more indulged, and suddenly I remembered the strange squirrel I saw before.
"You... like to breed?"
"Well! No?!" The arrogant cold voice of the witch rang.
"The kind of huge squirrel with your arms is made out of you?" asked the night.
"Failed product." The voice of the witch slowed down, obviously with a bit of pride.
"Then you are..."
The night was even more white, and he remembered a terrible legend about the Mozu.
Sure enough, the witch automatically took over his words, and the mist disappeared, his hands widened and his head proudly raised his head:
"The most outstanding species research scholar of the Mozu, the most famous ethnic expert in the Holy Stone continent, the demon person, the person who broke the taboo barrier, the new queen, the last legend of the Mozu..."
"Saki is an adult, it is me!"