"Tell me, kid, how did you do that?"

The sacred saint has a long snow-white neck, and her eyes are slightly overlooked, full of holy connotations, reminiscent of the white snow falling from the high mountains.

There was determination and madness in those eyes.

Xia Ji chuckled.

Bend down and grab a scattered hardwood stick at random.

"Let's try it. ”

He took a deep breath, "The air on earth is so fresh. ”

With that, he walked forward step by step.

The long stick swayed back and forth as he walked.

Little Teresa: "Are you going to blaspheme me? To blaspheme is to blaspheme is to blaspheme me, to blaspheme is to blaspheme my God, have you thought about it, child?"

Her expression was mysterious.

The silver-white magic-like robe with no wind is automatic, and the whole person rises like a wind.

Before she could finish her words, Xia Ji had already run.

"Hahaha! ”

Teresa Jr.: "Ignorance. ”

She didn't see how to move, and a puppet shadow with fiery red eyes appeared behind her, made of thunder and lightning.

An invisible connection arose between her and the puppet.

She raised her hand, "Inflict a thunderbolt." ”

A palm-sized bolt of lightning appeared between the palms of Little Deland's hands.

These lightning bolts were transmitted to the puppet and instantly turned into a thundercloud.

Little Delan threw it out directly, and after doing all this, she turned around directly.

There's nothing more to keep watching.

It's a pity, kid.

Xia Ji raised his left hand, and a flame puppet that was not big appeared behind him.

This flame is the black fire that incinerates space debris.

The black fire directly opened a cover, and the thundercloud began to fall wildly as if it had lost its target, but it missed every time.

The aura where Xia Ji was also completely separated by this black fire cover.

The space around him was in a state of anxiety, and he was naturally not perceived by anyone in the space.

"Hahaha!!"

The boy grinned and grinned.

He ran away at the speed of a mortal.

Little Teresa couldn't hear footsteps.

And the distance between the two is only 100 meters.

After a few breaths, Xia Ji had already arrived behind Xiao Delan.

Hardwood sticks cut out.

Little Delan felt a wave of air coming, so he instinctively rushed forward.

Xia Ji's stick was also empty because of this, but he didn't panic, let alone pursue, but smiled, twisted his neck, and waited for little Delan to stand up again.

The Holy Maiden of the White Evil Court turned around suddenly, her eyes were a little more gloomy, and she looked at the black flame cover around the boy, revealing a shocked expression: "You can actually make a puppet from the flames outside the train?"

Xia Ji said: "Are you too timid, or am I not teaching enough?"

As he spoke, he rushed straight over.

This sentence exploded in the ears of the Holy Maiden.

What do you mean?

In what position is this kid saying this?

After a brief distraction, the hardwood iron rod was in front of him again.

It's so fast, so fast that she can't cast any of her puppet spells.

But the saint is not an ordinary woman who is helpless.

In an instant, she was slightly prostrate, and she drew a long dagger inlaid with gems from the silver-white magic robe hidden in it.

Brush!

The dagger is unsheathed.

The long stick collides with the dagger.

But the long stick avoided the dagger's blade and struck directly at the back of Little Deland's hand.

The saint looked at the stick.

She could see clearly, but time seemed to be very slow at this point, so slow that even if she saw it, she couldn't react.

It's a stick of the stick.

Boom!

The back of her hand went numb, her fingers loosened, and the long dagger clanged to the ground.

In another reaction, the long stick was already directly against her eyebrows, and as long as it thrust forward, it could pierce through her skull.

Little Tereland's mouth opened wide, and his delicate red lips were like cherries.

The picture freezes for a while.

In the 999th carriage of the eternal train with the end of the world, the boy smiled and pressed the long stick to the center of the saint's eyebrows, but the saint was half-kneeling in surprise.

"Okay, now we can speak. ”

Xia Ji smiled and took two steps forward, holding up little Delan's chin with his left index finger.

His long stick had been taken away, and little Delan could obviously fight back at this time, but the powerful spirit and mysterious connection around the boy on the other side made her unable to make any counterattack.

"Why are you so weak? Millions of years of the White Nightmare Holy Court, as the last saintess, why are you so weak?"

Xia Ji asked.

Little Delan didn't dare to look into his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

Xia Ji: "Answer me!Why are you so weak?"

He suddenly began to recite the words of the White Bible, and when these words were built together, they would become a new understanding of the law, and he recited dozens of them in one breath.

Little Deran's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Xia Ji: "Will you read the book carefully? Now that it is written so clearly in the book, will the power be used? I gave it to you, and it will not be useful?"

Little Delan felt a little aggrieved, is this a god playing with words?

Who would have thought that the last four words of the first chapter could be put together with the six words at the beginning of the sixteenth to last? And not a joke?

But no matter what, the saint had noticed the boy's extraordinaryness.

"You... You must be the reincarnation of a great saint, right?

Xia Ji was stunned.

No wonder I didn't find it, it's really blind.

But he didn't care, so he didn't say no.

"With the White Absolute Sucking into the White Nightmare Holy Court, with what I just taught you, you don't need to create puppets through entities anymore. ”

Little Delan said softly: "Yes, senior senior." ”

She had already understood that since Bai Jue knew so many secrets, it was naturally impossible to put them back on the 500th floor, so let's be here.

...

...

Safety compartment.

"Please let me go to the 104 carriage in seven days, I have long wanted to experience the life of the last carriage, and now there is a vacancy there, and I am just filling it. ”

"Wang Zichuan, are you worried about the pair of sisters next door, are your names Susu and Sakurako?"

"How is that possible?"

Everything in the carriage presents the decoration of a high-end study.

A man in black with a majestic expression was looking at the shirted boy sitting opposite.

The temperature in the train is not high, and being able to wear a shirt in this situation also shows that he is strong.

The man in black stared silently at the other side.

The shirt boy shook his head disappreciatively: "Okay, okay, so what?"

"We are the survivors of the last generation, and we have many unknown responsibilities on our shoulders, so, Wang Zichuan, you can change all your previous habits, because here, class will not be so obvious. ”

"But we still have to reproduce, don't we? Bai is dead, Su Suduo is lonely, let a master like me comfort it, isn't it the best of both worlds?"

The shirt boy remembered Su Su's curvaceous figure and that gentle gaze.

Such a woman...

On this eternal train, it is really superb, as for the saint... Of course it was more perfect, but it wasn't something he could covet.

"Don't you know my means, it's easy to conquer a woman, uncle. ”

The majestic man thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Don't go too far." ”

Wang Zichuan laughed: "I'm going to inherit the family for my old Wang family, how can I call it excessive? ”

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