Chapter 76: What kind of one person?

The whole turmoil came to an end. After the dull plot transition, it will enter the second volume. It will be recommended next week, and everything will be known at that time.
The reply on the 12th, I have not yet written a paper on this sad reminder. Please bear with me that my latest update is not forceful. The reply is over and everything is easy to say.
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The joke of fate is often cruel than anything-when Ashcandi slowly recovered from the suffocation and recovered the wounds on the body with an incredible speed, this queen-like character I am afraid that the breath emitted will shock the old duke.
"Hoo..." Ashcandi stood up and narrowed his eyes slightly, looking down at his slender and slender hands, a face that was not like a mortal face. There was a trace of unkind violence-obviously, the pain beyond the limit Annoyed the dark queen-style character, "I hate this kind of breath, just as I hate William's guy holding a scepter and pointing at the whole dark order, for you... my patience ends."
Ashcandi, who did not fully understand the meaning of the magic circle, straightened up slowly. She recovered from the near-death state and did not notice any changes in her body. It seemed that this sleep was too long. Her senses were dulled.
A step forward, Ashcandi, who was half a head higher than Murphy, seemed to pass through the void, and appeared in front of Murphy in an instant. He could not dodge. He desperately saw her slightly close palms have been since Up and down to the top of his head!
Great Cavaliers? In front of Ashkandi, it was not enough to look at.
But the next moment, the dark queen was completely shocked.
"Keng!"
Ten centimeters from the top of Murphy's head, a faint dark golden light condensed and showed a barrier, firmly resisting the blow that she could easily split the steel!
As if the legendary Lankinus sacred gun hit Luoshan's immortal shield, the burst of air waves nearly collapsed the closed cave! A huge piece of rock fell over the head, immediately showing a situation that seemed to collapse completely.
And Murphy, who was at the center of the furious blow, didn't even blow his hair-at this moment he understood that Ashcandi in front of him couldn't hurt himself.
contract?
Murphy raised his hand and pierced her weak abdomen, which had not been concealed, under Ashkandi's gaze. She didn't even bother to dodge, but she found that Murphy's attack also encountered a dark golden barrier. stop.
"damn it."
At this moment, Ashcandi, who was unwilling to believe the facts, with unparalleled confidence and determination, raised his palm again...
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The Duke of Windsor was not a priest, but he also received the baptism of the Holy See-this is a must experience for all nobles of the Byzantine Empire, so he is equally sensitive to the divine atmosphere as a saint.
The messenger of the Nier family in front of him fell to the ground without warning, and even the entire body withered and decayed in an instant. This is definitely not a normal event-as an imperial military aristocrat, Duke Akar did not participate in or witnessed the death of the blood clan at the referee. The cruel scene, but it was not the first time to deal with the blood, the awe-inspiring sacred breath from his feet far exceeded his feelings when facing the saint Peter robe or other holy things in the showroom in his home.
Never seen before, beyond imagination.
Glancing down at José Nielle, the countless vampire was killed by an invisible shock of light!
A complete death is not a dormancy. There is already a cloud of ashes under the gorgeous noble robe. With his pride and his own dark glory, he disappeared.
The squinting eyes of the Duke did not do anything. After a moment of contemplation, he waved the old housekeeper to clean up the mess. He had just taken a step, and there was a violent impact from his feet!
The chandelier of the Duke’s Palace shook gently.
After a stagnation, Akar turned to look out the window, and an ominous hunch suddenly appeared in his heart.
"What about Murphy?"
He asked the old Phaffa, but the housekeeper had not answered, and a deep bang broke the conversation between the two.
Outside the window, a rare relic in the territory exploded in the smog that covered the sky, and almost covered the entire castle in an instant!
There was no nonsense at all, the figure of the old prince disappeared directly from the original place, leaving a figure flying like a meteor with unmatched momentum like a meteor.
………
Murphy raised his head, and the originally dark and depressed dome exploded into the sky, and the golden sunlight approached.
In front of him, the expressionless Ashcandi stood half-naked, his blood-red eyes looking at the teenager in front of him, unsure whether he should be surprised or angry.
The violent attack was blocked by the golden shield that seemed to protect Murphys all the time. The burst of the shock wave collapsed the entire chamber, and the horror queen who once stepped to the top of the difference in strength in the dark was scattered in the next moment. After opening the golden sunlight, I closed my eyes gently. When I opened my eyes again, the whole person’s breath seemed to change suddenly. Under the sunlight, Ashcandi, who turned into a pair of black double pupils, directed at Murphy He stretched out his hand and said innocently and kindly with an attitude that almost turned 180 degrees: "Ashkandi? Misrae, child, it seems that we have reached a contract between us."
Morpheus took a step back and took a selfie, patting the floating soil on his own. He was suspicious of the other party's sudden change but did not show it. He bowed his head and found that the circle under his feet was completely cracked and damaged. He turned his head to notice the seal Ashkandi The sarcophagus was also blown off the cliff by the shock wave.
He remembered the hints left in the Izure showroom-"all the truth, at his feet".
Now it seems that the true truth of the head of the family is the friendly Ashkandi who has just looked violent and suddenly has a friendly face.
Ashcandy, with an angel-faced devil figure, didn’t see Murphy, but didn’t feel any anger. He seemed to be curious about this guy who forced him to walk around the gate of the ghost door. There was no
Clown in the Shadows
.
The momentum of the horror guy recorded in it—obviously, this horror character that seems to have suddenly changed a person has become a creature marked with
danger
on his face in Murphy’s eyes. Don't want Murphy to appreciate how friendly you are.
The two confronted each other in silence, and no one spoke for a few minutes.
"It is now 1432 in the Ross calendar, October 13th, Saturday."
Eventually, Murphy broke the silence, and it seemed that he had not answered Ashcandi’s first question to him until now.
Ashcandis, who had not stayed in the coffin for a long time, was stunned for a moment, and seemed to recall it, then Zhan Yan smiled and said: "Thank you."
Then, she looked at the sunlight above her head and stretched out an "elegant" lazy waist.
The dust has not settled yet. The beam of light projected from top to bottom covers the dark-haired stunner. The broken robe and the devil-like figure are enough for any believer to need a confession at a glance. The only exception may be Murphy in front of him. Sri Lanka.
In his eyes, Ashkandi is no different from Warcraft, who can attack at any time.
"Someone escaped the imprisonment and entered another imprisonment? Don't tell me you were sent by Prince William."
Ashkandi sighed and seemed to be talking to herself, reaching out to tear off the sleeve of his coat gracefully. The decaying clothing could not cover the spring light, but she seemed to be unaware of it. The pattern that appeared on the inside of his right arm puckered his mouth, and it was cute and full of taboo temptation.
Seeing Ashcandi's movements, Murphy looked down and found an obscure pattern on his forearm-an inverted sacred triangle, a simple line of apples embedded in it, among the characters written in ancient Hebrew: " contract".
With a sigh, Murphy looked up at Ashcandy in his ragged clothes, and said nothing.
"Is this an atonement...the trial is really not ambiguous."
Ashkandi's forearm also has this pattern. Needless to say, this should be a "signature" of the contract, which represents the successful conclusion of the contract between the two, but Ashkandi did not have much other emotions. How does this affect yourself?
But no one knows that this slender woman is a lunatic who has the same hobbies as Yizuer? Windsor-multi-professional master class ~ EbookFREE.me ~ there is no end to Ash for life expectancy It's not difficult for Kandi, but at this moment she looks like a noble girl, she has no strongman's momentum, and can even be said to have some weak and involuntary sense of luxury.
No lament, no sentiment or resentment, the result of the full attack has made Ashcandi understand that she is facing a difficult spell beyond anyone's imagination, and she has a patience beyond imagination to treat the seal, but Treating contracts is no longer a proposition on a level.
So just as Murphy faced her with nothing but scrolls, Ashcandi's full attack on the contract was fruitless, and the two's subsequent attitudes ended up surprisingly similar-confess.
The only difference is that Murphy's scroll finally worked, but Ashkandi's attack did not.
Perhaps it was a conscience discovery, or because the civilians who came and watched not far away were getting closer and closer, and Murphy, who heard the noisy sound around him, looked at the woman in front of her, thinking for a moment, he actually took off his coat. , Reached out and handed Ashcandy whose clothes were broken and the light of the spring was light-and this seemed to make the black-haired beauty in front of her, who seemed to laugh at the dark hair in front of the three sticks, who had been sleeping in the sarcophagus for more than three hundred years He tilted his head slightly under the light, revealing a simple expression.
"Would you rather introduce yourself?"
This sentence raised Murphy's gaze. He did this and "protected the flower". He wanted to know the identity of the person in front of him and what kind of vibration it would cause. He could think of the result with his knee. Such a dangerous person would better let her Don’t get attention in the first place. Anyway, Murphy, who has always had a low political IQ, seems to have finally done something right, but the reaction of the other party makes him a little unbearable-what is she... A person?