"Come out! What the hell is this place? ”

While his heart was uneasy, Mandela shouted angrily.

"Do you think this trick will work for me?"

He drew the sword hanging beside him and looked around nervously.

But the streets remained silent, and no one responded to him.

After a long time......

"Click!"

Mandela finally heard the voice.

This made a trace of joy rise in his heart irrepressibly.

He looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

"Click, click, click!"

The sky over there gradually cracked open like a shattered mirror.

Mandela stared intently at the situation.

Something is coming.

This may be what the man standing in front of Laeticia used against him.

There was a slight feeling of regret in my heart.

The person who was able to create such a place really should not be his enemy.

Trouble Shandora.

"One of the 'class dominators' of the Northern District, the elder brother of Sandora, the leader of Salamandra, is a disgraceful fellow."

Qin Mo's words came to his mind.

Mandela actually has a bit of an inferiority complex.

For the dragons of Hakoiwa, the horns are like the sharp teeth of a lion and the wings of a bird.

Mandela's poorly grown horns are corrupted, and while this is not directly lethal, it is still very fatal to a bloodline that pursues talent.

From that moment on, he had to give up his right to inherit Salamandra.

Mandela kind of hated Qin Mo's eyes looking at him, which would make him feel that everything he was hiding was seen through, and he didn't want his weak side to be seen by others.

"Click!"

Finally, it was as if the sky had been crushed.

A huge round of the sun appears in the sky.

It exudes terrifying light and heat.

In contrast, the giant chandelier hanging in the center of the "City of Flames" looks like a firefly.

"Too ...... Yang? This...... What is it? ”

It's not at all like solar sovereignty.

Mandela's sense of crisis has skyrocketed.

If that thing falls to the Flame City......

He couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be.

Don't fall behind!

Mandela prayed in his heart.

But things don't always work out the way he thinks.

The neighing of horses rang out from the sky.

The terrifying sun easily pierced through the canopy and slammed straight towards the Flame City.

The temperature of the air becomes very high.

The hot wind lapped against his cheeks.

Hot!

It's hot!

"Ahh

That ** day hasn't even quite come.

Mandela was vaporized, along with the entire "City of Flames".

……

"You're not happy with both Hayasha and Noname, aren't you? It doesn't matter if you have old grudges or if they're in your way, it's none of my business. But what you did just made me a little uncomfortable, can you take responsibility for what you have done? ”

Not dead?

Consciousness returned.

Sure enough, was it all an illusion just now?

So much time has passed over there, and the reality is actually just a blink of an eye.

"Whew...... Ha...... Call...... Ha ......"

Mandela's whole body trembled, and cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.

"Brother Mandela?"

Shandora sensed that her brother's state was very wrong and asked.

But Mandela still stood stunned, not answering.

If that scene just now really played out in "The City of Flames"......

A hint of struggle flashed across his face, and he was ruthless and knelt down.

This man, Salamandra simply can't [] contend with.

He is invoking unimaginable horror for Salamandra.

Mandela's body fell, his proud head slamming to the ground.

"I am terrified of my offense against you, and if you can forgive me, I will not hesitate to give this life."

"I don't forgive you! I don't need your life, the roadside gravel, it's not worth the effort. Qin Mo said with a smile.

"I am grateful for your leniency."

This time he was despised, and Mandela never felt the slightest annoyance, and he was only glad in the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, the other party did not pursue it.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Hakuyasha frowned.

Mandela doesn't look normal now.

"It's nothing, it just made him clearly aware of his own problems." Qin Mo said indifferently.

"Do you communicate with people in this way a lot?" White Yaksha's words were tinged with sarcasm.

"For those who don't understand people, there's nothing wrong with doing that." Qin Mo stared at the White Yaksha, his eyes overflowed with a little malice, and he pointed to Mandela, who was still lying on the ground, and said, "White Yaksha, no matter how low your posture is, it still won't work for some people, you know?" This Mandela hates you very much! ”

"Not to the extent you said it was, did it?"

Mandela was dissatisfied with her, and the White Yaksha was conscious.

But she didn't think it would come to the point that Qin Mo said.

"This little sister of Sandora has become the leader of Salamandra and ascended to the position of the 'Class Dominator' in the Northern District, have you done a lot of work? White Yaksha. Qin Mo asked.

White Yasha was silent.

Although Salamandra's situation was a bit peculiar, she would not have given the position of leader to a girl who was only eleven years old.

At the age of eleven, it is too young to be the administrator of this "Hakoiwa" city that gathers Shura gods and Buddhas.

For the rest of the "class dominators", Sandora is no different from a baby.

Choking and Strange Novels|w~w~w.

She did intervene, and she played a decisive role.

"Yes, but ......"

"But if something important happens, you, Hakuyasha, the White Night Lord, and the strongest 'Class Dominator' will all help her take care of it, right?"

Qin Mo actually believed that the White Yaksha really wanted to defend the order of the lower classes.

But what she did was ......

As the Star Spirit, who has spent such a long time, Hakuyasha would have such a strange idea.

"Can't you?"

White Yasha raised his head and looked at Qin Mo.

"Absolutely."

Qin Mo nodded.

It has nothing to do with him, since Hayasha is so confident, then I hope she really has the corresponding ability.

Otherwise, sooner or later, you will swallow the bitter fruit.

"Then everyone, since the Black Rabbit and the Sixteen Nights are fine, I will leave first."

Qin Mo said hello to the few people in Noname, turned around and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Leticia immediately followed.

"I don't have to come with me now, I'll be here for the festival anyway. Now that we've met, let's talk to our former companions! ”

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and rubbed Leticia's hair.

"Thank you."

A flash of joy flashed across the blonde-haired vampire's indifferent face.

Soon after, Qin Mo walked out of the operational headquarters of the Fire Dragon Birth Festival.

Somewhat unexpectedly, there was a small tail behind him.