On the brightly lit streets, countless members of the Sword of Domination lined up with spears and sharp swords, led by a handsome blonde man with a thin sword, who looked indifferently at the gentleness who walked out of the clock tower, and whispered, "I'm the paladin Dara Bomba?" Svik Quinn? Osgu? Blisway to the ear? Mei is wrong? Wojiu is in the water! Damn heretics, let our Holy Maiden go! ”

"First, your name is fucking hard to remember; Second, Lao Tzu is not some damn infidel; Third, she is not your holy lady; Fourth, if you let me go, I will let me go, and if I let you die, will you go? ”

In terms of tongue, gentleness has never fallen behind, and Ai Ruo, who was behind him, heard this, and immediately laughed with a "poof". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was nothing special about Ai Ruo's smile like this, and the paladin opposite them and the members of the Sword of Domination behind him were stunned for a moment, not for any special reason, but for the face of the Holy Maiden, who had never had any expression, actually had a smile on her face!

And the paladin named Dara Bomba is even more furious at this moment, his crush on the Holy Maiden is nothing new in the organization, they are all clergy exclusive to the church, so naturally they can be called the golden boy and jade girl, the right family, so whether it is in his own or other people's hearts, the Holy Maiden has long been his appointed wife.

But for such a long time, no matter what he did, the Holy Maiden had never given him any good looks, not even an expression, let alone laughing or anything, but now I don't know where a little thief who didn't know how thick the sky was, actually made the Holy Maiden laugh with a word!

The fire of jealousy burned in Darabonba's chest, and now his face was still graceful and noble as before, and the expression was tangled, to put it mildly, as if he had been constipated for a week.

"Kill him!"

Without any hesitation, Dara Bumba directly gave the order to kill the annoying guy in front of him, and just as the members of the Sword of Domination beside him were about to pounce, the Holy Maiden suddenly stood up from behind this damn nasty guy!

"I think who would dare to do it?!"

For the members of the Sword of Domination, the status of the Holy Maiden was even higher than that of the paladins of Darabemba, so as soon as Ai Ruo shouted like this, everyone stopped and looked left and right, and no one knew what to do.

The Holy Maiden actually stood up for him!!

"Who told you to run out, go back, stand behind me!" Wen Wen squinted his eyes and said angrily.

"Oh." Ai Ruo was stunned for a moment, like a little daughter-in-law who had made a mistake, and responded in a low voice.

He actually dared to humiliate the Holy Maiden and trample on the kindness of the Holy Maiden!!

Iroh's "aggrieved" appearance made Dala Bampa completely lose all his senses, and the angry roar echoed in the paladin's mind, his blood surged, his cheeks were flushed with anger, and he was completely overwhelmed by the fire of jealousy, and he picked up his long sword and pounced on Gentle, and roared loudly in his mouth: "The Holy Maiden has been threatened by that damned heretic!" For the sake of the safety of the Holy Maiden, rush with me!! ”

"You ......"

Ai Ruo just wanted to speak, but was stopped by a look from Gentle, and then before she could react, Gentle rushed towards the front of the Dara Bomba Paladin.

The imaginary impact and collision did not appear, and in the next second, Dara Bumba was actually lifted from the ground by the gentle directly by the throat, although the mildness was slightly higher, but it definitely did not reach a suppressive point, so he just lifted the other party alive, and the picture full of suppressive power was really beautiful.

Ai Ruo was still worried about Wenwen, but he didn't expect it to be such a result, and he couldn't react for a while, and Wenwen didn't want to waste too much physical strength on this nympho who could only shout, so he threw him back like garbage, and didn't forget to mock in his mouth and said: "Where did the little crumbs come from, and dare to shout in front of me?" ”

After smashing down the two members of the Sword of Domination, Dara Bomba lay on the ground and coughed vigorously, he couldn't understand how his strength was not ranked at the top in the Sword of Domination, but it could be regarded as a middle and upper reach, why would he end up in such a miserable end after such a face.

Ignoring this stunned man, he raised the echo knife in his hand gently, pointed at the people in front of him and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, get out of the way!" The knife in my hand doesn't have eyes! ”

These people of the Sword of Domination are all super masters of one to ten in ordinary people, but in the face of gentleness, they are not much different from the newborn children, whether it is physical strength or combat experience, the gap between the two sides is not something that can be made up by quantity, so gentleness shouted, and the human wall in front of him and Ai Ruo suddenly flashed a gap.

Following Wen Wen and swaggering between these elite members of the Juggernaut Sword, Ai Ruo was in a trance, she really couldn't understand how that weak Wen Wen could be so powerful at that time.

Or rather, what has he experienced in the past two years?

Looking at the gentle and generous back, Ai Ruo's heart was moved, at a time when he had already given up and resigned himself to fate, this guy smashed in front of him like a mortal god, and the purpose of his coming here was actually only a very simple one!

Take yourself home.

Looking at the long knife glowing with blue light in Wen Wen's hand, Dala Bangba dared not speak angrily, as soon as he fought just now, he clearly knew that he was not this guy's opponent at all, and rushed forward rashly, there was only a dead end.

Although the beauty is good, it must be enjoyed by life.

Two years ago, on a rainy night, he carried himself in the dark and ran for his life.

Two years ago on the coast, he could only use his last bit of strength to intercede with him who fell in a pool of blood.

I never thought that he could appear in front of him again, after all, he was such an ordinary person, and in this world that values blood, inheritance and talent, it was a mystery whether he could survive or not.

For two years, she had never laughed, like a lamb to the slaughter, abandoning herself and allowing these people to slaughter her wantonly, how could she not know what the holy precept that the high priest had told her to recite every day was, a prop that would bring spiritual pollution, a tool that could make her surrender, nothing more.

Resigned to fate, powerless.

But now, here he is.