Xue Yuan took two steps outward, keeping a certain distance from the old nun Fitusu. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"So this time, do you also have the idea of letting those people fill the devil's belly?" Xue Yuan asked vigilantly—he had no interest in becoming a candidate for the demon Aladdin.

"Are you scared? Are you afraid that I will also take you as a victim? Fitusu's wrinkled face smiled cruelly. Don't worry, I don't have that plan yet. ”

"You're treating me like meat on a chopping block?" Xue Yuan's face turned cold, and the little green fox swooped onto his shoulder, his hair stood on end, and he grinned at Fitusu, and a few blue sparks floated out of its mouth.

"Your pet looks special." Fitusu's cruel smile flickered. "Didn't you come here for the treasure of the Callas Mountains and the oil lamp? Man dies for money, and birds die for food. If you want to take advantage of the fire and get something that doesn't belong to you, you have to take some risks, don't you? Fitusu chuckled again.

Xue Yuan said in his heart, you old witch is really wrong, my mission is only to prevent the magic lamp from falling into the hands of evil, protect Aladdin from death, and kill the evil magician in Morocco.

Wait a minute? Stop the magic lamp from falling into the hands of evil?

Xue Yuan's mind turned sharply, it seems that there has been no positive role until now! The two evil magician brothers in Morocco are classic villains, Aladdin's "mother and son" one is a pervert who is sexually transformed, the other is a man-eating devil, and the old witch in front of him is also a monster who will not die if his head is cut off. It seems like a difficult thing to keep the magic lamp from falling into the hands of evil.

Thankfully, from the very beginning, Fitusu didn't show any particular interest in the magic lamp - she seemed to be more concerned about whether she could get the demon blood from the demon Aladdin to keep her alive.

"Yes, I do want that magic oil lamp." Xue Yuan said, "But I'm not interested in feeding myself to others. ”

"I said, I don't have any plans to do that for the time being." Fitusu glanced at the little green fox on Xue Yuan's shoulder.

"Even if you have this plan, then you can't tell who will be fed to the devil at that time."

Xue Yuan touched the head of the little green fox on his shoulder.

"However, everything must be based on the fact that the devil is on a rampage." "We'll have to keep up, and if the devil is just beginning to recover, then he's no match for the African, so we'll join forces to kill the African." If the devil has fallen into a rampage, then—"

"Then it's up to each person." Xue Yuan said, "But—"

"But what?"

"That magic oil lamp, is it really missing?"

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Abraham regretted a little: why didn't he just use more vicious magic to teach those untouchables who didn't know what to do—he dared to throw the great Abraham aside and run away!

"The moral threshold of the untouchables in this city is even lower than I thought, and a so-called ogre can scare so many people. I was expecting them to settle accounts with my dead brother, but they endured it. ”

In desperation, Abraham had to grab a man who was holding his stomach and hadn't had time to run, asked him the direction of Mustafa's house in the slum, and set off alone.

In his mind, even if there was any particularly ferocious ogre, it would not be the opponent of the three great magicians sitting here, most of them were short-sighted pariahs who spread false rumors - this African-Moroccan magician who was closed off did not dare to ask anyone about the great magicians here, otherwise he would have been more cautious after learning the news of the collective death of the three great magicians many years ago.

Abraham has a very poor relationship with his younger brother, although he has been pressed and beaten by his younger brother, but Abrahham never thinks that his strength is poor, but his younger brother **** luck is too good to get the ring.

"If the strength is not good, no matter how good the luck is, no matter how good the equipment is, what's the use? Didn't you say that you were dead when you died? I don't believe there can be any powerful demon here that can kill me. Abrahham touched a cloth bag in his arms and sneered - he had come here with a killer plan.

There was a distance from the slum at the gates, and along the way, many people greeted Abraham (he had not yet removed his disguise, and in the eyes of others he was still Sister Fitusu) and begged her to see a doctor, but when he learned that Abraham was going to the slums, they found various reasons to flee.

"I knew it was like this, why should I dress up like this?" Abraham grew angry.

When he finally arrived at his destination, he had already accumulated a belly of anger.

He banged heavily on the door.

"Is anyone there?"

"Who~"

The door creaked open, and the angry Abraham suddenly lost his temper - it was a woman with a special sense of laziness, which was Abraham's favorite type, and another "fire" burst out of his lower abdomen!

"It's Sister Featusu." Naturally, it was Mustafa, who had changed sex, and her eyes lit up, and then she made a look of surprise, "Why are you free to come to me?" ”

In normal times, Abraham's shrewdness would certainly have been able to see that something was wrong. But at this time, he was a little lustful, and all he was thinking about was how to get the woman in front of him to bed, and he even left his business behind.

"I'm coming—" Abrahham stammered a few times, and with great difficulty could utter a complete sentence, "I ask you if you have ever seen a foreigner, a middle-aged man, dressed as a monk." He was suspected of poisoning the city. ”

Mustafa's eyes rolled, and he already realized that something was wrong with the "Fitusu" in front of him.

"Let's talk about it inside, Sister Fitusu." She whispered.

This made Abraham even more bone-hearted, forgetting his last name, and after a while, he followed Mustafa into the house and closed the outside door.

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"It's a little wrong, Mustafa really seems to have some witch powers." Fitusu was now covered with a black turban, "He seduced the fool." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Xue Yuan asked.

"Feedback, the devil has fully recovered, and as the father of the devil, Mustafa has received some strength to feed." Fitusu muttered, and then her voice became tense, "Quick! Kill in! Can't let the devil eat that idiot! ”