The people who had been stopped by the moon for a long time were frightened twice and froze, not because they were incapable of acting, but because the situation was so complicated that even they did not know how to act.

Originally, I thought that Tsukijiu would take action, but the girl who was standing on the side of the mud twisted her head, slowly brushed her long hair behind her head, and then shouted in an unknown direction: "You can come out, I don't understand the meaning of what you are doing." ”

As if in response to Tsukihisa's call, somewhere in the walls of the conference hall slid up like flowing water, a white milky liquid with a thick pulp slowly slid towards the corners, and eventually formed a human figure. The magical shaping process lasted for a few seconds, and the human form began to color consciously, and finally became the mage girl everyone knew - Misha. Federer. Feng.

"Didn't you get choked?" Chen Jing's widening eyes cast surprise and horror from behind the lenses of the symbol of reason, and she gradually became less confident as she used to speak with facts and theories, and the magic of defeating the facts undoubtedly led her to the abyss. The young mage who was asked smiled slightly, and turned his head, looking at everyone here with his big cute eyes. Surprise or confusion is the most likely cause disharmony in the team, but no one here is really flustered.

Misha slowly approached the position she had just done, which was now occupied by the mud and the delirious Lin Aili, without directly explaining her movements, Misha just said: "The mage will never expose his true body lightly, this child seems to have great power because of psychological changes"

After being obviously diverted from the topic, everyone realized that Lin Aili had just used the high speed and powerful spiritual pressure that humans did not have. Not only did he quickly defeat the mage's clone, but he also released his power to suppress everyone. If the form of power of the enchantment spell is really good, it is hard to believe that the suppression just now is just a magic circle formed by a young girl unconsciously, and if it is carefully carved, this power will definitely come in handy.

"In short, her condition must be prosecuted, and my servant will take her to the basement first. In addition, regarding Ueno Dark Fragrance, I have sent servants to look for it upstream," Misha, who stopped speaking abruptly, bent down. Pick up the coin you just dropped from near the corner of the table, if you use the dash effect of the coin just now, you should be able to save a clone, and by the way, it will also knock Lin Aili away, but Misha still didn't do that.

The host, who turned around and was about to leave, used this action to interpret what it means to be busy. She summoned the ace who was standing at the doorway and twisted her body to go out without thinking. Linhai Yuejiu caught up with Misha, she didn't have the brainlessness of Lin Aili, and the reason why she didn't give up was because she had more important things to do: "Please leave the coin, after all, it belongs to our president, not the Air Force." And why are you sure that the dark incense is safe, please convince us. After all, be patient and wait for something."

"Do you trust me?" Misha, who is half-sideways, explains in one sentence the ultimate cause of the two problems, and it is also correct to monitor rationally in this case. Thinking of this, Misha reluctantly threw the coin in her hand back to Tsukiku. At the same time, he added: "As for the prediction that the guy won't die, it's just because I know and believe her." ”

Misha, who left completely, took the bound Ellie with her, and left the huge hall for the rest of the people, but the hole that her last words caused to Rinkai Tsukihisa was just as huge. Topics such as believing would not have been touched upon in Moonlong's life before the Iron Triangle.

Not far away, there were a few people on the highest part of the other area enjoying the sun, and judging from the clothes, these people on the balcony had only one master and servants, and from the point of view of action, the master seemed to be at ease, and the servants trembled.

The blinding light was undoubtedly too much for the servants who had just arrived on the balcony to get used to, after all, the long and dark staircase leading to Guò had been climbing up for a long time. It is a high brightness that no human being can be familiar with. The owner was a man completely obscured by the light, and his thin body leaned against the single sofa, like a fat man who had undoubtedly fallen into the sand pit.

The servant who moaned "my master" had a uniform robe, and it was hard to remember which one had just spoken, but it didn't matter. The person who is called the master generally does not care about the actions of the Kamen Legion or the demons, he is not a person who believes in the gods, and he does not worship the demons, and the group of people who do not know the truth but desire the truth will unify and call the level of the male commander the darkness of the upper level of the Kamen Legion. Taking 10,000 steps back, even the man himself has forgotten his true identity, and even he has forgotten the scene where this supervision and management department was set up at that time, and what makes this place a terrible existence like the dark department, he only needs to know one thing, that is, power can change a qiē, and he undoubtedly has the right to decide a qiē.

"Ji Xianping, right?" The man's voice showed that he was in a good mood, but the magnetic voice was creepy at the same time, and the sun was still shining on him, even the servant who greeted him could not see the man's true face, or the true face of zài itself did not exist. "What kind of news have you brought to me? All the long-standing plans for unification and splitting are yours, and you serve at least thirty percent of the command function. Thanks to your plan, my men have attacked the army, captured Liaocheng, repelled Provence, and even ordered the forces of the Mask to suppress the present Asia, so what kind of contribution have you made after the plan that you can't count on your fingers? Or maybe your kettle-like head only contains the dessert after victory! ”

The creaking sound and its unnatural eruption from the man's side, he was surprisingly nimble, surprisingly powerful, his body stood up straight from the couch, and basked in the sunlight high above, and now even the best of the servants could not see his master's belt clearly.

"Give your real power to Luo Zhen, this servant now understands people better, do your best to assist him, there are not many servants to send." A few simple words of command immediately made Ji Xianping's back bend down, and someone who nodded his head didn't look like he had been removed from his post and sincerely apologized as if he had been sealed. At the same time, Luo Zhen, who was wrapped in the same robe, bowed silently, waving his cuffs as if he represented something.

The man was finally satisfied, but he could predict the number of appointments he was satisfied with, and how many chances would there be of him failing. The Kamen Legion, which has ruled for so long, must not make a mistake because of the events of the past ten years. After thinking about this, the man with a secret determination couldn't help but feel lost, and he suddenly felt the emotion in his chest stir, and he retreated as if he had lost his memory, and finally disappeared into the sunlight completely. When he became completely invisible, the light would shone slightly for a second and then immediately dimmed, and the luster in the air seemed to be forcefully removed, turning back to the ordinary interior of the room, and the robes that were left behind, you look at me, I look at you, and each of them withdrew to do their own thing.

Bai Cixi and the others have lived in the ancient mansion of the Provencal family for many days, and the sun of the other world has risen and fallen six or seven times in front of everyone's eyes. Since handing over Lu Tianyu and leaving there, the heir of this guardian has become unusually comfortable, and it is important to exercise every day to recuperate and balance his mind.

There are a few things that are more important, one of which comes from Mole. On that day, everyone had a brief recovery training as usual, as well as a strengthened battle for Mo Le's abilities. Although it is said to be a battle, it is just to properly improve her indicators, at least to make the girl a character who will not be weak in her legs, and the body of this battle sometimes has a lot of impatience, and every time this happens, everyone will let Mo Le go for a walk. After the routine walk before lunch, everyone waited for Mo Le to prepare the meal, but Mo Le was delayed.

The host, Master Wayne, was not with everyone all the time, and was not in any part of the house for days or even hours. It was Fu Linmei who came up with the idea of exploration and search and rescue for the fresh ancient house, and with the momentum of being quirky but serious, everyone was mobilized to find the lost Mo Le.

Eventually, everyone found her in front of a painting on the third floor, and Mo Le, attracted by the huge oil paintings that covered the entire wall, stood motionless like a child in a dream.

"That will move" Listening to Mo Le's speech and following the direction of Mo Le's finger, everyone's eyes glared at the man in the oil painting, the man's eyes.

The tall and lanky man had a thick beard, gray and the hair on the top of his head, and no one paid too much attention to his gray robe dressed as a mage, and the dynamic whirlpool staff, and at the top of the field of vision, the oil painting eyes shimmered blue, and outside of the color, they changed according to the movement of the viewer's eyes, making it look like a blink.

I don't know who did the vivid transformation, and even the mage in the painting still no one can answer, Bai Cixi, who brought the question to the evening, finally asked at the table of Master Wayne, and seized the rare opportunity to eat with the mage, everyone was very interested in the origin of this supernatural painting.

"Want to know this person? Or is it just strange about the painting? The painting comes from a process that dates back hundreds of years, when otherworldly magic could enchant the painting, infusing the painted figure with real life, in other words, keeping the soul fragment alive for a while. However, that craft is now lost, and no one can easily draw the person in the picture. And the mage in the painting," and the mage Wayne, who was a little afraid of the cold, shuddered for the first time, and then said as if reciting a spell, "Haroda. Moore, it's the name that the strong * master used to use, the person from hundreds of years ago, really don't mention that darkness anymore, okay? ”

So, at Wayne's initiative, everyone started eating again.