Chapter 192: White sorcerer

The reason why it is said to be "juvenile" is judged from the sound and the figure.
He was dressed as a neat martial artist, and his body was long, but it was like a new piece of bamboo, without losing the sense of youth. The black clothes are like ink, and the hair is like ink. Waist hanging a knife, slender. He slowly raised his head, and his face was covered with a white mask. On the mask, it was a curved smile.
A group of black gas was formed in the humming sound, and the white man was carefully put into the sleeves, as if the river was included in the jade bottle. And the boy did not move in the dark wind of the sky, and the white man said: "Who are you calling?"
The black boy still squats on his knees, as if surrendering, and as if he took the oath, he replied: "I am calling you, Your Royal Highness."
The white man was cold and cold: "I am not your Royal Highness."
The black boy said: "You are. Your voice and figure, I will not forget."
The white man’s voice was a little angry:
I said, I am not.

This white man is naturally wearing a mourning dress and wearing a sad and happy face.
His face is hidden behind the mask, no one can recognize who he is, and he does not want to be recognized. However, the black warrior who swayed on the battlefield directly called out his identity.
Suddenly, the white cockroach, which was held on the big sleeves, was thrown out like a poisonous snake, and rushed to the black boy. Although it was a soft, soft white, it was fierce and violent, and the black boy was about to be caught in it. He raised his hand and firmly grasped the white. damask.
The white scorpion was wrapped around the wrist of the pity, and one end was wrapped around the wrist of the black boy, slowly tightening. It didn't want to break free, but the black boy always clung to it, as if he had pinched a seven-inch snake, and his hands were constantly chilling.
There is no doubt that this is a dead soul.
Moreover, it is a powerful soul!
After perceiving the power that could not be passed from the other end of the day, thank you: "What is your name?"
For a moment, the black boy said: "I don't have a name."
Xie pity did not ask too much, said: "There is no name, that is, no name."
The black boy said: "You can call me in any way you want."
Thanks and pity: "Are you a soldier who died on this battlefield?"
No name: "Yes."
Thanks for this, he only took over his hand, and the white scorpion slammed back on him, far from the black-haired boy, swaying his head and swaying his head, as if spitting a poisonous letter.
It is not only the soul of death, but it is no wonder that he can respond to him. The black warrior is also full of resentment against the "Yong'an people". On the other hand, it can be used for him. Because their purpose is the same.
So, thank you: "So, follow me."
He extended his hand to the black warrior: "I will let you get what you want."
The face of the black boy was hidden behind the mask, and he could not see what he was looking at at the moment. Both are the same.
But after a moment of silence, he did not hesitate to hold the hand that Xie pity handed to him, and bowed down deeply, sticking the cold forehead on the back of the pity.
For a long while, he sighed: "Swear to follow your Highness."
Xie pity took back his hand, his hands were caged in his sleeves, and turned and said coldly: "You are already dead. Let's go."
The black warrior stood up and thanked him for looking back. Only then did he discover that this boy was bigger than he thought. He was about sixteen or seven years old. He was a very tall man at this age. A little higher. However, this is nothing to say, he looked back and went on.
Xie Pity walked in front, the nameless black warrior really followed him, saying: "His Royal Highness, where do you want to go?"
Thanks to the distant eyes, said: "Yong'an Palace."
Yong'an Palace is located in another big city in the West. This city was originally a quite prosperous town, but it was always pressed by the East Emperor City. After the Xianle Emperor City became an epidemic city, the new monarch chose the new king to be here. It will take a long time for it to overwhelm the old imperial city.
Thanks for the late night. In the moonlight, he was silently flying like a white cat on the dense roof of the New Emperor City. The black warrior was like a black fox, and he was always behind him. Not long after, the two figures fell in front of a gate.
Xie Pity is not right, this door is actually able to feel the bad atmosphere, and stop. Just about to reach out and explore, the black warrior stepped forward, stopped in front of him, stretched out a palm, whispered: "broken!"
There was a fire leaking from the crack in the door, and it seemed that something had been burned. Then, the black warrior reached out and opened the door and said, "His Royal Highness."
Xie Pity is getting started, looking down the ground. As expected, there was some black residue on the ground. Thanks for taking a bit, smelling the smell of vanilla and fuji, and glanced at the black warrior.
This ghost is really powerful.
These burnt marks are obvious that some people have set up a protective method in the door, and the protective force is not weak. If the ordinary little devils want to open the door or wear the door, they must not be burned. This black warrior destroyed the battle only in a flash.
I don't know if it is a new completion. This Yong'an Palace is not so gorgeous. On the contrary, it is a bit chilly. It is far worse than the Xianle Palace. This is not surprising. The strange thing is that along the way, almost obstacles continue, and the arrays and traps of various evil spirits are constantly set. However, whenever she feels that there is something blocking the road ahead, the black warrior will take the first step to get rid of the obstacles and clean the road, so it is still unimpeded.
Half an hour later, above the high hall of the Yong’an Palace, two slender figures stood on the ridge and overlooked the bottom.
Both wear a mask. The white man fluttered in a big sleeve, holding a white scorpion and dancing with the wind. The black man was skillful and neat, with a long knife hanging from his waist and holding it on the side of the white man, staring in the same direction as him. This picture under the moonlight is unremarkable and unreasonable.
The new Yongan Guoguo is in this hall. Xie pity sneered: "There are so many levels in the palace that block evil spirits. It seems that he is really afraid of being found by something?"