As the only person in the timeline, Siwen raised his hand to feel the information in the timeline, Fleur Delacour had happened - impossible, the timeline did not find this person?

Under normal circumstances, the dead will have a soul, the soul will collapse and dissipate, and the soul source will collapse, and there will be a mark, and erasing the imprint level is not something that ordinary people can do. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the energy consumed is enough to kill this person countless times in countless reincarnations.

Little by little, I groped for changes in the timeline, tracing back to the source, where the problem was.

Focused on his movements, Siwen has become so immersed in the torrent of time that he has completely forgotten how much of an impact the magic required to explore the torrent of time will have on the world. Seeing that the light around him had been distorted by the fluctuation of power.

"Alarm, alarm. "Deep underground in the Midwest of the United States, a monitoring station that is on the watchful side every day has found that the entire North American continent seems to have suddenly increased its activity, and with it, a superbomb called Yellowstone is about to be activated overhead.

And the detection center of the Magical Congress of the United States issued a more detailed alarm, "More than twenty energy waveforms detected in the direction of California, the Queen of Blades has returned (fog)......"

The initiator of all these serial events, Sven Swift, had no idea. He finally stopped the fluctuation, even if Sistarus made a move, it would not be so clean, the only possibility was that one.

With a wave of his hand, Xiwen did not take away a floating cloud, leaving behind the Ministry of Magic officials who were following behind, and they watched the fluctuations of the remnants of the empty place with bewildered expressions, and could only store this matter as an urban legend in the archives and seal it.

Looking at Alice, who was not shocked, unfazed, as steady as Mount Tai, and whose face did not change, Xiwen took a deep breath and looked at the pair of bright purple eyes, "Alice, what happened to Fleur?"

"It has nothing to do with me. Alice replied coldly, looking up thoughtfully at the West in front of her, "Are you suspicious of me?" Interesting, do you think I'm going to do something to such a female creature? Or will I interfere with your so-called love life. ”

Xiwen didn't answer or refute, or explain, he just got up and walked out the door, maybe someone would know more about what happened to Fleur, but he really didn't want to go to that era and meet that person. Because, every time he returns to that era, even if he is to liberate that person, he will be polluted by the negative atmosphere full of the times.

Looking back over time, Siwen immersed himself in his fifteenth-century self.

At this time, the air was still so dirty, full of stench and blood.

Xiwen stood at the door of the castle, looking at the rows of dense "blood pool meat forest" in the vast open space in the distance, yes, the real blood pool meat forest. Nail the living people to the execution stake and use magic to extend their lives, so that they can feel their blood pass by little and their lives dry up little by little. What a pleasure. What a pleasant wail, tsk, worthy of the King of France, so tenacious that he can still howl out. If you look at the Pope next to him, he doesn't even have the strength to call out to his God to save him.

Taking a deep breath, Xiwen found that as long as he was in this era, his heart would be full of violence, full of murderous thoughts, and the fragile human body had not much strength and so many useless feelings. Feelings, in addition to being used, what is the use of garbage. Isn't it, Manshikoraf?

The kneeling woman on the ground was cowering in the corner, she was prostrate on the ground, her long silver hair scattered, obscuring the woman's face. The snow-white, creamy skin was exposed, like jade, and the only thing that was terrifying was that it was full of healing bruise-purple scars.

The voice of the clear spirit came from the woman's lowered head, and the beautiful ethereal voice was supposed to cleanse the soul and make people feel happy and purified, but Xiwen felt that his violence was even higher. No, if you continue to stay in this house, you will definitely kill her. Back in this era, Xiwen's purpose and the like completely dissipated, and the only impulse was to hurt the person in front of him and vent everything on her.

"Your Excellency. The woman's voice still trembled with an almost imperceptible tremor.

"Look up and look at me, Mancy. Siwen sat on the edge of the bed with his head covered, his body trembling a little, he was suppressing his impulses.

The woman raised her head, and the blue eyes in the beautiful eyes like a crescent moon shimmered, and the natural curvature of the corners of the pink lips was a natural expression of a very warm smile. And what ruined all this was the vertical scar that cut down from the top of her face, although it had healed, but the pink new skin was still very obvious.

"I said, don't smirk at me!" Siwen could no longer restrain his violence, he grabbed the woman's long silver hair, pulled her up from the carpet, and punched the woman in the chest and abdomen with his other hand.

Manhi's soft body was tense and curled up like a skin shrimp, her face instantly flushed, and then pale, the kind of punch that hit her chest in the chest, which could knock the air out of her chest at once, and at the same time destroy the ability of the diaphragm chest cavity to contract and expand, and she fell into suffocation.

It's not just suffocation, it's just-

Mancy gritted her teeth, but she didn't hold on, she looked at Siwen with an apologetic expression, blood spitting out of her open mouth as she wanted to breathe, and the woman let out a wheezing sound like a worn-out bellows.

"Damn, shit, shit!" Sivin threw Manhi to the ground, watching as the girl ignored her injuries and tried in vain to stop the carpet from staining the carpet with her own blood-stained hands.

Glancing at the girl with cracked internal organs and broken ribs, Xiwen clutched his head in pain, even now, he still rushed up and kicked the girl who had fallen to the ground a few times.

The girl curled up like a wounded kitten, taking up as little space as possible, using the power of her bloodline to repair a body that would have died soon for a normal human.

"Why don't you resist, why, why do you still have a smile on your face?" Sivin stood in front of Manci, curled up and struggling to get up and kneel in front of him.

"Ahem, my lord, Manxi, Manxi is the manxi of adults. The girl couldn't raise her head for the time being, she could only tilt her body and look at Xiwen in front of her with her side face, her face still had that warm expression, that expression that made Xiwen's heart ache, "My lord, whatever you do to Manxi, you can do it to Manxi." It's just that Manhi is clumsy and makes adults angry. ”

"I won't do anything to ordinary people anymore, and I won't continue to deal with those high-level British and French leaders, those who are in cahoots with Joan of Arc, you go, Manhee, your mission has been accomplished, while I haven't killed you yet. Get out of here. ”

The smile on Manxi's face seemed to freeze at last, and she heard Xiwen's words clearly, was she going to be driven away. She didn't want to go, she wanted to feel his joys and sorrows by his side, even if she used her body to bear it, she was willing. But if that's what he wants, I want her to get out of his sight......