Beatrice's eyes were bright, and her thin dress was soaked with cold sweat, and she was tightly wrapped to highlight the bee's waist fat* breasts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info she gritted her teeth and ran, her arms swinging hard, and the two huge objects on her chest shook and collided wildly, almost dazzling the doorman's eyes and making the young man swallow a mouthful of saliva. Speaking of which, Beatrice has a vulgar temperament and a middle-class appearance, and is an inconspicuous existence in the academy. But because of her unusually large breasts, almost no man could forget this woman. She is very flirtatious and never wears underwear, which is why the two towering and firm breasts can shake so intensely. It's a pity that the movement is too big at the moment, and the doorman can't see the two small bumps that are usually common.

The huge thing on her chest was Beatrice's greatest asset, but today, she was so disgusted with this heavy burden that she wanted to tear it off with a wave of her hand! The weight oppressed her and affected her speed, and if it weren't for this pair of burdens, she would have been rescued and freed long ago!

In just a short distance, the run was so thrilling, she couldn't have imagined it before she met Rennes!

A section of the road determines life and death, and a section of the road determines heaven and hell!

In order to stay alive, Beatrice almost burned out!

Finally, one meter!

In the next moment, it was liberated!

Mira looked at Wren twenty meters away, her eyes finally showing despair, she stopped shouting, her waving arms hanging limply, and watched quietly as Beatrice, with a look of ecstasy, pounced on the guard's arms.

The guard glanced at Wren not far away, and opened his arms triumphantly, ready to embrace the sensual petite woman in his arms. At this time, the woman was soaked, and the whole person seemed to be a ripe peach just out of the water, and the feeling of holding it in her arms must be very refreshing!

Ren sweat washed the heavy makeup, let the sour and soft feeling soak the limbs, Beatrice gasped violently, her eyes were frighteningly bright, and she made the last leap with her last strength!

In front of her, the open arms of the Samuel guard greeted her. For Beatrice, it is not an embrace, it is a turning point of fate, a place of hope, and an entrance to heaven!

Mira slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and her heart was full of regret. It was because of his shouting that he alarmed Beatrice, and if he had been able to calm down at that time, perhaps Wren would have caught someone.

But what's the use of regretting it now? It's too late.............

Missing this time, as long as Beatrice wasn't an idiot, she wouldn't give Wren another chance to capture herself. Perhaps she will soon disappear forever from Mira's eyes and live comfortably through the lives of Samuel. Thinking of this, Mira was indignant, and her chest almost wanted to explode! Beatrice, if it weren't for her, Angel might not have died. She is pretentious and welcoming, looking like Angel's friend on the surface, but in fact she is the chain that drags her friend into hell. Because of this, Mira hates this damn minion more than Samuel!

Beatrice, Mira can't forgive her anyway! Mira wants to avenge Angel, but loses her last chance! She is not reconciled! She's not reconciled! Good people die miserably, why do bad people live well!

With tears in her eyes, Beatrice was about to throw herself into the arms of the guards, and Mira clenched her fists and shouted the loudest voice with the power of grief and indignation!

"Wren!!!!!"

This unwilling voice sounded, the guards with outstretched arms ignored it, and the jumping Beatrice sneered, Wren is still far from here, everything is a foregone conclusion!

The sky was blue, the clouds were snow-white, the sun was shining, and a gentle light illuminated below.

The wind, a strong wind, rolled up the dust and lifted the hair, and although it could not be seen, it could be felt clearly.

This is the wind, the wind that brings hope, and the wind that brings despair.

The wind was incomparably short, but also incomparably strong, and it made people unable to open their eyes and made people irritable.

The wind stopped falling, there was a heavy and muffled sound, a distant exclamation, and he hurriedly opened his eyes, and the guards were terrified.

The open arms did not usher in the expected soft flesh, and the wide eyes helped the mind perceive the facts.

Wren bent his back, hunched over, and squatted half a step in front of the guard, under the palm of his right hand, pressing a wet female body. Beatrice fell to the ground, her face buried deep in the earth, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

Mira covered her mouth with her hands and burst into tears, looking at the unconscious woman and the silver-haired man in a daze, her eyes full of shock and joy.

Just now, she witnessed a miracle with her own eyes!

Just now, Wren seemed to turn into the wind, and in that moment, he raced through the sky, fire, and thunder, surpassing all things in the world, and the speed of almost teleportation made him suddenly appear next to the jumping woman, and with a palm of his hand, he pressed Beatrice from the sky to the ground!

Mira didn't believe in a god in the world, but now she chose to believe because she saw a miracle with her own eyes!

Speaking of the unconscious Beatrice, Wren frowned slightly, because he found that the woman was not lightly injured and her face was already stained with blood. It's no wonder that the magician's body is already extremely weak, and Wren's angry palm has added some strength, and he has to suffer some damage less than Atrice.

Fortunately, I can't die.

"You ......." Looking at Wren who slowly straightened up in front of him, Samuel's guard wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the rest of his words were frightened back into his stomach by the silver-haired man's gaze.

What a pair of eyes. It's hard to imagine that humans could have such terrible eyes.

Cold, violent, cruel, vicious, almost all negative emotions are hidden in the deep pool formed by black eyes, and they burst out at this moment.

The tragic destruction of the family, the cruelty of the battlefield, the danger of the demon world, the horror of the gods, the ugliness of mankind, all the previous past, at this moment, turned into dark emotions that disturbed the gods, filled Wren's body, and became a powerful force, making his blood boil and making him murderous!

Wren stood still, staring at the guards who were a head down from him. The two looked at each other in silence, the guard's legs began to weaken, his face turned pale with blood, and the fear in his heart was silent, and his stature became shorter and shorter.

"What do you want to say?" An emotionless voice sounded, and Wren looked at the guard fixedly: "I'll just stand here, you can say it." ”

An extremely terrifying power began to diffuse, even if Wren did not leak any strength at the moment, the guards in front of him were already paralyzed with fright.

The Wren in front of him, terrifying, mighty, majestic, tyrannical, facing him, the guard was like facing an ancient beast. No, Wren is a humanoid desolate beast!

In front of the ancient beasts, how can they have the qualifications to speak from humble humans!

When the guard, who was sweating cold and weak, came back to his senses, Wren had already led the people away.............

On the windowsill of the small building, the curtain was pulled up again, and a low sigh came.

"Just one step away."