Chapter 583:

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Passing through the whole room, there is a large field behind. At this time, Satresi and Ritter are in the field where you come and go. Both sides are empty-handed. The speed of shooting and closing moves is so fast that there are many shadow.
The humans behind me are already standing in a row next to Grace and me, staring straight at the two in the field. However, I think they may not see anything.
"Slave! Can you see their movements clearly?" After a while, the man on the side asked in a soft voice. It turned out that the woman with eyes was called a slave.
"You can see some." The female slave watched hard, only to barely see some movements, but there was no other way.
"Sile!" Grace turned to her son next to her, "How about? Can you see it?"
"Some." Sile and the slave girl answered the same, it seems that they are about the same strength.
"Well, I think Master Missilia must be able to see clearly." Suddenly the human man who was the first to speak pulled over me.
In his eyes, I saw a weird look, very disrespectful, so I replied coldly, "Yes, very clear."
"You..." A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but my words were too blunt, but he immediately disappeared the hint of surprise, "That's for sure, anyway, you are all an angel, right? ?"
"Twee!" In addition to the field, Sile has been paying attention to this side. Hearing Twee's words, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "She is not Luvian, you better pay attention when you speak."
"Young Master, don't worry, I can tell you the difference." Tweed split his mouth and smiled, "Master Missilia, what's the point of looking at it, why don't you advise me."
"Advice? What do you mean?" It's not that I don't understand, but I don't understand why this strange human being has to fight with me. Does he think I am too weak? Still have any opinions on me?
"It's not interesting, it's just that I have been staying in the villa these days, there is no chance to fight, I am afraid that if I don't move my hands and feet, they will become lazy." He smiled, and already took a few steps and came to the other side of the field. , And they kept a certain distance from Satris.
"Twee!" Sile tried to stop, but was turned back by Tweed's eyes. "Young master, don't worry, I'm just looking for someone to move my hands and feet. I won't be able to move the real thing, let alone hurt this Missylie. Asian adults."
"Haha!" Suddenly she laughed in her heart, "I was looked down upon by angels just now, and now even humans look down upon you, you are really weak!"
"You..." I don't know who she is, why she is in the depths of my soul, let alone why she always speaks at me. What good is this for her?
"What's the matter? Am I wrong? Is it because you are not weak enough, or he doesn't underestimate you?" She laughed at me with her unscrupulous tone.
For her, I was speechless, but for the one in the field, it was not...
I raised my eyes coldly, with a trace of restlessness in my heart, looking at the human who offended me, I took a step, "Okay! Let's do a few tricks!"
"But Miss Missilia, your injury..." After all, Grace, as the master here, naturally thinks a little more.
"It's okay! Deal with him..." I didn't look away from the human named Tweed, but under such warm sunlight, I yawned casually, "No matter how serious the injury is."
"You..." Anger was ignited in the opponent's eyes.
I smiled coldly, without a trace of pleasure, but also without a trace of anger. I walked slowly in front of him, my golden eyes flashed with disdain and contempt, and my lips lightly opened, "In fact, you are telling me The challenge itself is an offense to me, but I also feel that I have slept too long, so I took the opportunity to move my hands and feet, and hope you can let me achieve this goal."
"The lord, you should be careful." He said that he had already punched his fist, but his speed, for me, was like an ant stepping, and it made me wait for a long time before he came to me. In front of me, watching his right fist slowly rush towards my front door, I slowly turned my face sideways, not to mention everything that made me move my hands and feet, and I felt that it was more useless than usual walking.
"If this is your speed, then I might as well go back and continue to rest." I avoided his punches, already a little impatient.
So he leaped to the weapon rack on the sidelines and chose a big steel sword, "Sir, what kind of weapon do you use, pick whatever."
"No!" I glanced at the weapons on the arms rack, none of them were decent, "I don't want to kill people today."
"You..." He paused with the sword hand, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Okay, that's offending."
"Humph!" I snorted coldly, watching the sword blade stabbed in his face slowly stretch out his hand, and the surrounding audience sighed softly, "Master Missilia, be careful!"
Although the sword in his hand was sharp, it was too slow to lose the invisible blade air. I just squeezed it lightly with two fingers, and then fold it with force. The big sword broke in two with a hilt. One is in his hand, and the other is between my fingers. I held the blade and looked at it, "This weapon can't hurt anyone."
"You..." He furrowed his eyebrows, his whole body revealed layers of anger, and he still slashed at me desperately with his broken sword, but could he hurt me at his speed? The answer is naturally yes, no. But he didn't seem to understand at all.
As soon as I got close, I slashed left and right. There was a frantic slash without a clear target. As you can imagine, the blade didn't even touch the corner of my cloak. He roared, and straightened the broken sword to stab my left chest. He felt the abnormality in the left chest. I avoided it. He had rushed behind me and turned his head back. The broken sword had been changed to my left hand. Sweeping from the right back, I stepped forward and turned around again, avoiding his sword, and facing him again, but when I just turned around, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the other hand he was waving. A flash of silver light pierced my heart.
Silver light? Why is this silver light so familiar? My mind was at a loss. No longer looking at anything outside, my whole person seemed to be stuck until the thing in his hand pierced my chest, "short"
Seeing the hidden weapon in Tweed's hand pierced into my left chest, everyone present was dumbfounded, even the person involved was dumbfounded, letting go, eyes full of surprise and doubt.
Looking at him like this and my own chest, I just frowned, stretched out my hand to cover the wound, and fell back weakly.
Sile was the first to wake up, rushed forward to catch me who was down, and raised his head to meet Tweed’s eyes. Sile was furious, "Tweed! What do you want to do? You don’t mean it won’t hurt. Hers? You still use Xiujian, you..."
"I..." The other party looked down at his right hand, and strips of silver liquid were falling. In fact, he didn't want to hurt people, whether it was Misselia from the large population of Satris, or the noble Jing they had known at the beginning. But he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly be stunned at the most dangerous moment, without dodge or avoid, and she would avoid it if he was already well, so.... So he didn't keep his hands, but who would think it would be the result.
With deep doubts, he raised his head and looked at the girl in Sile's arms. The sleeve arrows in her chest were falling along her breath. When his gaze shifted to Sile's face, he smiled helplessly, "I just want to help the young master to confirm whether she is the one that makes you linger."
"You..." Sile was furious, but in front of so many people, he couldn't say much, so he calmed down a bit, "She is not Jing, she is Master Missilia, she is not Jing! You can hear clearly No?"
"I heard, but I think she is the Jing! That nobleman who almost killed you! Otherwise, she won't see the silver light in my hand and be dazed, and I won't sting her. How could she be at her speed? It’s too late to dodge?" Tweed returned to me again with a trace of unwilling gaze, but at this time I didn’t have the strength and mood to do anything to care about with him.
"But..." Sle couldn't help but look down at the person in his arms. She has long silver hair and golden eyes, but apart from these two things, she is indeed no different from Jing, especially the feeling of holding her now. , It is really... he gradually deepened, but he was sinking in layers.
"Young Master, do you think I really hurt a golden eye with my abilities?" Seeing Sile hesitate, Tweed shouted loudly.
"But she..." Slo's eyes were low, looking at me. I just looked back at him with a trace of pain. There was no hatred or familiarity with him. After all, he was my number one today. The human who met once, and it was not him who hurt me.
"She's not the human being you said!" Satresi, who had fought with Rite, wanted to stop this feat. But he was so entangled by Rite that he couldn't get rid of him. After forced to stay, Satresi got away, and came to Sile in a flash, and took the injured me in Sile's arms, "Master Missilia, what do you think?"
"I..." I only felt pain in my left chest, except for the pain in the chest, which was the blur in my brain.
"No, she is." What Tweed decided is hard to change.
"She's not. I said it." Satresi also became stern, and picked me up horizontally, ready to leave.
"Then how do you explain that she would be defeated by a human being like me?" Tweed blocked.
"Because her left chest has been seriously injured and has not fully recovered, plus you dare to use a hidden weapon on her...Rite!" Satris turned and looked at the person in charge of the night catcher who was watching, "If Missylie If anything happens to Yada, please go and explain to Master Step by yourself."
"This..." Reiter was in a daze, and he knew what a serious consequence this was. He knew better than these humans.
"No?" Satresi moved to Reiter for the first time.
"Yes! Lord Sartres!" Rite reluctantly glanced at the ignorant Tweed, bowed his head.
"Okay! Then we'll go back to the temple first." After saying that, Sartres lowered his head and looked at me kindly, "Master Missilia, please seal your power. We need to cross the streets of humans."
"Yeah." I replied feebly, and the silver silk turned into black hair in an instant, and when it was short to the ears, my eyes turned black.
"You are..." Satresi wrapped me in a cloak. When I left them, everyone had already seen my changes, and the surprise in their eyes was on the paper, but no one dared to say more. Even the Reiter just uttered two words, and then quietly watched us leave.
Everyone hasn't moved a step. After the two adults left, Reiter came and walked in front of Sloan and Tweed, "Tweed!"
"Master Rite, I am here." From the harshness of Master Satrese, Tweed already knew the situation he was facing, so he was somewhat prepared.
"When did you become an innocent child?" The sunny smile on Reite's face didn't know when it disappeared, except for the sternness and the slightest anger.
"Master Ritter, I know, it's too late to say anything now, everything is my fault, please punish Master Ritter." Tweed said, kneeling to Ritter on one knee, looking like he was waiting for death.
"Oh~ It seems that I can't protect you now." Rite said, patted Tweed on the shoulder, "Get up! I was wrong this time too, if it weren't for me, I would like to see Master Missilia. Strength, I won’t haunt Sartris, and don’t let him stop you from making moves. Now that something like this happens, I will prepare to be punished together with you!"
"Master Rite! Really...Is it so serious?" The stern and tough man on the side said softly.
"You are not familiar with this Sartres. He is not like me. He is an archangel. His golden eyes alone represent his position in heaven. Today I just have the opportunity to tell you some information. Among the angels Except for the low-level half-angels, they are the high-level angels. They are like me, all with silver hair and silver eyes, and there are very few angels like his golden eyes, and his golden eyes represent Strength, but this Lord Sartres does not have any fixed identity in heaven, but he has never left the side of our lord god, now following this Lord Misselia, calling each other one by one, we can see that each other The important thing is that if something happens to her, what kind of punishment will there be, you should guess. What you can do now is to hope that she won't have an accident, at least that Xiujian will not kill her! "Rite said, turning around and walking into the house.
"But she really is..." Tweet wanted to say something else.
"It doesn't matter what she was in the past. The important thing is what she is now." Reiter explained with her back to everyone, "Remember, Lord Satreth said, she is Lord Misselia. "
"Micilia... Your Excellency..." Sloda stood in the same place, in the arms just now, and the last short black hair. He believed Tweed's words, but Ritter's words... are orders. From then on she really wants Are you strangers to yourself?
Sensing Sile's disagreement, Rite added, "A hatred acquaintance is worse than a stranger."
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