Chapter 958: I Like Your Rust Smell (70)
Perhaps, she was not what he imagined.
With her qualifications, perhaps the probability of encountering those danger factors will be relatively low.
Maybe...... It can really be as she wants, and as he wants.
Thinking of this, Clarence's heart, which should have been dead and silent, once again glowed with vivid brilliance due to excitement.
However, it only lasted for a while, and he quickly calmed down again.
It's not too early to rejoice.
The answer in his heart has to find someone to help verify it.
Then let's wait until I'm done watching the play.
Thinking about it, Clarence pursed the corners of his red lips and nodded slightly thoughtfully.
Then he flipped his big hand lightly and put Xiang Xing's small hand into his palm.
"Let's go, let's go to dinner and watch a good show by the way."
As the man spoke, he jumped lightly and took the little guy directly into the air.
"Come, recite the spell of the Invisible Magic."
"Oh!"
At his suggestion, Xiang Xing hurriedly recited the hidden magic that had been memorized vigorously.
In the next second, she saw a black mist spread over the two of them at the same time, and then they all gathered under their feet.
The little guy suddenly felt as if he had stepped on a somersault cloud, and every leap became light and fast, so fast that only two afterimages, one black and one white, swept swiftly over the rooftops beside the main road of Los City.
And looking at the direction led by Clarence, it seems to be flying towards the former Great Palace of Los Angeles, and now the center of the centralized power of the new ruler's team.
Sure enough.
After a short while, the two of them landed in the back garden of the palace of Los.
Clarence quickly pulled Xiang Xing, who had not yet recovered his mind, behind a towering tree, and hid it slightly.
It wasn't until the patrol guards in the back garden, and some of the maids who hurried by, had left, that the little one poked his head out and looked curiously.
Oh no.
This is the royal palace of the Western Middle Ages.
- Except for the slight difference in architectural style, it looks no different from the palaces she has been in.
It's all splendid, big and magnificent.
It's just that because of the change of dynasty here, except for the luxurious and complicated palace walls and domes, there is no other royal atmosphere.
Feeling this, Xiang Xing suddenly paused, and couldn't help but raise her soft eyes unconsciously, and secretly looked at the man who was carefully protecting her.
Speaking of which, this was his home hundreds of years ago.
- However, at this moment, Clarence looks calm and indifferent.
It's as if there is no longer any affection and nostalgia for this place.
Hawkers, it's been so many years anyway, and it's normal to have no feelings.
Retracting his boundless brain supplement, Xiang Xing only felt that his little belly began to grunt again.
She couldn't help but smack her lips again, so she had to turn around slightly and lay down in the man's arms.
Pitifully winked at him with soft eyes, and muttered in a glutinous voice: "What about lunch?" ”
What are you doing in the back garden of someone's palace?
Could it be that you want to eat flowers and plants?
"There is a saying in the East, 'you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry'."
Clarence chuckled, and rubbed the hungry little hairy head in his arms helplessly.
He blinked his heterochromatic pupils, then slowly opened his lips and exhaled a faint string of black smoke from his mouth.
Then, the little guy saw the string of black smoke drifting away leisurely.