【Prayer Dance Crystal Palace, Gomu Tribal Residence】

The ill-fitting black robe slid down his body, like a gorgeous dress that slipped from the shoulders of a beautiful woman. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the body inside was intimidating, the iron-blue skin stretched out the twisted veins of the Dao form, and the long hair was like dark green aquatic plants, hanging on his head.

LeBlanc looked at the pair of lit yellow eyes in amazement, like two lone lamps in a tomb.

It is a stitched monster with huge stitches appearing where the pieces of flesh are spliced together and reinforced with a layer of leather sheets. The giant shovel in his hand exuded a chill, and the hideous shovel head was like the head of a horned ghost, sticking out a pair of curved horns, and the cold in the metal seemed to corrode people's hearts.

Noxus and his "brain" Zuan, the two countries have always been the protectors of the dark magicians, and there are countless techniques for various body modifications and skills to use dead bodies, but she has never seen such a monster, and there is neither a frenzy for death nor the emptiness of the resurrection of the dead in his eyes, but it feels as if death itself is coming.

Ghosts swirled around her, almost ethereal spirits, their horrible long nails shining like a terrible cold light, lunging at her.

But LeBlanc came prepared, and she hurriedly urged the magic mark she had left behind, but found that there was no response. The connection between her and that was erased at the moment when the people on the throne counterattacked, the technique was clean, just a moment, it was only a matter of a moment to find and erase those two places, the problem was that she didn't hear the sound of the door opening just now, but the magic mark outside the door was also erased by the other party.

"Forget it, you should be polite to your guests." A man's voice appeared behind him, speaking slowly, sounding young but with a hint of husky.

The ghost's attack subsided, and it disappeared into the air, as if it had appeared just now.

"But breaking into someone else's guest house and casually painting magic patterns is not the proper courtesy, it can be regarded as a par with the disturbance just now." The man continued, a white robe dancing with the light cast by the flames, bowed shallowly to her, and then crouched down in front of the brazier, and sat cross-legged, a pair of cushions already placed near the brazier.

LeBlanc saw that the danger before him was lifted, and the strange man with the suture body sat back in his seat, which seemed to lack wisdom, and only sat there in decay. At this time, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was able to turn her attention from the tricky battle situation in front of her to the third person in the room.

In fact, the pale golden magic seal just now was already forming with the staff in the palm of her hand, she was the first magician of the black rose, and she could still cope with such a situation.

The other party appeared directly, which saved a lot of trouble. No, maybe it's more troublesome.

The man was dressed in a white robe, and his face was a miserable white mask, with a strange giant eye pattern in the middle, covering almost most of the mask. The mask was bizarre, with a pattern resembling the totem of the Frost Guardian Tribe, but this was the first time it had been painted on a mask.

LeBlanc walked towards him and stopped in front of another cushion, which was separated from the man in white by a brazier, and LeBlanc crouched down to find herself in a very difficult situation, because the mat was directly on the ground, and it was easy to walk away from the dress she was wearing.

But LeBlanc just smiled very shallowly, like the lightest cocktail, and sat down gracefully, her legs together in front of her, her round knees slightly together, without any sense of crampedness.

"Even if it's the P, you can't hide your beauty, LeBlanc." He said slowly. "The 16th hallucinogen, Prosa, on the record of the War College, is a word that has the meaning of prose in itself, and it also has the meaning of banality in a flat and straightforward narrative." He said slowly, as if he were the one who set the name. "But it's not allowed to be used without special approval from the Academy Council, and you're not the executive of this time."

"They all thought you were dead." She said, calmly looking at the person opposite.

"Indeed."

"I thought he was you." LeBlanc went on to say that the mask didn't seem to exist, and that the other party had no intention of hiding it from her. "I'm talking Jax."

"Jax......" The white-robed man looked down, the heat of the fire seemed to give off some kind of dazzling light to the eye on his mask, "He's a mystery, I've believed it since I met him." ”

"You're not going to be the same stitch monster as that guy, are you? That wouldn't please my sister. LeBlanc looked at the mask on his face, and his voice was tactful.

"Joining the battle of Freljord won't do you any good." The white-robed man went straight to the point, which sounded like a piece of advice.

"Don't talk to me like that, cutie, black roses are never something you can control, not a little flower you grow in a greenhouse." Even though she still maintained that elegance, it was clear that she was trying to control what was surging in her heart.

The white-robed man didn't say anything, as if he had finished what he had to say, like a wise old man giving advice to his juniors, ignoring their doubts, because he had done everything.

The more this happens, the more LeBlanc feels like it's on pins and needles.

Because the man in front of her once left a deep shadow in her heart.

When he appeared, it was at her most desperate moment.

At that time, her Black Rose was undergoing a terrible purge, and the military forces of Darkville burned the glory of Black Rose, and those old-school nobles who had always relied on Black Rose scrambled to dissociate themselves from her and turned to the military.

And his War College had just been inaugurated, the "League of Wizards who laid the foundation for bloodless wars." She wasn't interested in bloodless wars, but she was interested in the Mage League.

She realized that it was an opportunity, that the War College was a nascent organization, led by a young magician imbued with idealized creeds, and that such an organization could easily become someone else's wedding dress. She sent her subordinates to speak to the leader of the organization called Reginald. When she sat down at the negotiating table, she was faced with a terrible overlord clause-

All secret techniques mastered by the Black Rose Order must be reported to the Mayoris Center within seven days.

Hallucinogenic alchemy drugs that cause illness and death and restricted items that have been judged to be S level or above need to be reported in advance before non-emergency use.

The lines of clauses made her breathless.

"I know that none of the secret techniques are intended to be made public, and we are only keeping a record of whether or not to share them with other members and you are still free. However, reporting all of our spells is a condition of membership, and it's not like we're ignorant of Black Rose. ”

For so many years at the War College, she had wanted to get revenge on the man, even if it was just to tease him, such as seducing him with her body, and then having his beastly moment appear on the front page of Justice Weekly the next day.

But he looked as indifferent as snow.

Until she learned of his death, she seemed to suddenly exhale the turbidity that had been suppressed for many years, and she sent her powerful subordinates to search for his body, but found nothing. At that moment she suddenly had a terrible thought, he was still alive.

She investigates everyone at the War College for this purpose, including Adjudicator Jax, whose file is SSS-class, and it stands to reason that only the Supreme Councillor has access to it. Through Reginald's successor, Heywood, she learned about it and knew about the Pupil of Destiny, but she couldn't be sure, because it was unbelievable for one person to appear as two people at the same time, and the two had different personalities, even the doppelganger technique could not be maintained in the form of two people forever.

In the midst of suspicion and anxiety, she sent someone to investigate, but found nothing. A year earlier, Reginad had died in the Ionians in exchange for the Ionians voluntarily joining the League of Legends as an Entente; And Jax appeared two years ago, everyone speculated that he was from Ionia, and his martial arts skills were undoubtedly from Ionia, but Ionia had nothing to say about this person, and his first appearance was recorded in the border area of Noxus.

In this unexpected meeting, she seemed to be sitting at the table again, and the white-robed man opposite smiled elegantly, but those eyes seemed to pierce her.

"Black Rose is no longer the Noxus branch of the War College." LeBlanc stared into his eyes, and the strange third eye on his mask, "Never." Your magician friends are just like me, and they're just coming to the War College for their own purposes, Reginald. ”

"I've never seen Black Rose as a division." He sighed, "Let's end the meeting." I am tired. He said.

LeBlanc squinted at the man, and words like this came out of his mouth sounding without any credibility at all. "Why? I'm not going to withdraw from Freljord. ”

"I'm afraid, I'll eat you." The white-robed man said as he stood up from the brazier, and she could hear him say it, pronounced with full restraint in his jaw.

Her figure appeared in front of him like a ghost, and the soft body of the woman pressed against the thin body under his white robe, "Then eat me and try it?" ”

The white-robed man swung out a magic light with his backhand, trying to bounce her away, but collided with her magic mark. At this moment she found that his magic seemed to be a bluffing paper tiger, shattered at the touch of a button. The force of the backlash tore through his mask, the pale cheeks that shredded were familiar, but paler than she remembered, and her hot and wet breath fell on his cheeks.

"Your purple and gold tiara is the most delicious treasure of all, LeBlanc." There was a hideous look on his paper-white cheeks, reminiscent of a ferocious wolf, an expression she had never seen before, and it was said that under grace was extreme lust and cruelty. "Since you think so, then leave it behind."

"No......" The magic chains and sigils were thrown together, desperately trying to stop him, because she already sensed the danger.

By "eating" he doesn't just mean "eating".