This is the first time Lydia has seen Minina's dress, cold and high, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is very different from the previous image.

In connection with the current atmosphere, Lydia even guessed and made up for it.

"It turned out that the Holy Maiden of the Angel Clan was here." She whistled in a sneering tone, "You don't serve your angel king well, what kind of presence do you always run to me?" Why, could it be that the saint thinks that the rice in other people's bowls is more delicious? ”

Whose bowl of rice?

Minina tightened her hand clenching the sword, her cold eyebrows thin and angry: "There is no confirmed matter, some people better not jump to conclusions too early." ”

As the Holy Maiden of the Angel Clan, and as the eldest lady of the Battle Angel Clan, it is one of Minina's duties to patrol the territory and solve problems for it.

Compare to Lydia.

It's not nice to say.

The donkeys of the production team are not as tired as Minina.

Even this time, it was because a subordinate asked for help, saying that there was an enemy raid, so she simply went on the road.

When I finally arrived here, I found that the so-called enemy was actually Lydia and them.

The other angels glared at Lydia's words. Minina, on the other hand, only noticed the last unexplained analogy, and even asked a question that had nothing to do with the reality under the gaze of a group of angel brothers: "What about her?" ”

She? Which one of her?

The angels were confused, and no one dared to ask.

People with high status, it is not their turn to question what to do, and the saint must have her own plans when she speaks.

So the angel brothers straightened their backs, ready to obey the order at any time to overcome obstacles.

But the situation in front of them obviously doesn't require them to do anything.

Lydia glanced at the group of innocent angels, casually fiddled with her long and beautiful nails, and said perfunctorily, "You haven't woken up yet, you can wait." ”

It has always been someone else who waits for the saint, how can there be a reason for the saint to wait for others?

When the younger brother heard this, he was not happy: "Bold! The saint dares to be rude here, hurry up and ......"

"Quiet."

Minina snapped softly, the two words were very harsh compared to chatting with Lydia, and although they were not loud, they were extremely effective.

The angel who thought he was clever and wanted to take the lead in the charge instantly drooped his head and retreated to the end of the line.

"There is no noise here, there is a misunderstanding, there is no enemy, they all disperse, and they all return to their posts." Minina commanded, but her eyes remained fixed on a window on the second floor.

This is her abode.

Naturally, she is the most familiar with it.

The place she looked at was the master bedroom of the whole house, and the whole house was the most exquisitely decorated.

After dismissing the angels of her subordinates, before Lydia could stop her, Minina spread her wings and flew up to the second floor in a blink of an eye.

Lydia was shaken by the massive white wings. In my memory, there was also such a pair of wings standing beside me, but now there are none, and I can't tell what I feel in my heart.

It's like a restaurant you frequented suddenly closes.

You'll still pass by a lot, and it's right in front of you, but you know, you'll never be able to taste the familiar taste in your memory again.

The oncoming hurricane brought Lydia back to her senses, her eyes focused, and there was an uninvited guest beside her.

Lydia took a few steps back, her fingertips suddenly lengthened, like a row of sharp daggers lined up in her hands, and she stared at Minina with an unkind look.

Ignoring her, Minina walked towards the house.

Naturally, Lydia didn't agree.

Thereupon.

Yun Feng was woken up by the movement of the two of them fighting.

The gloomy girl sat on the edge of the bed, viciously spit out the feathers in her mouth, her messy hair was disobediently cocked a few times, and she was a little bloody for no reason. But if you look closely, you will find that in the depths of your eyes, there is a trace of dazness that you have just woken up.

The sunlight poured in from the outside, but it stopped abruptly at her feet, and the Buddha divided the two worlds like a dividing line.

Fortunately, this subtle weirdness didn't attract the attention of others.

At the same time as Yun Feng sat up, Lydia's heart jumped violently as if she had a sense, and she didn't care about anything else, she didn't look back, and ran away.

Minina didn't know why, but she also sensed that the crisis was approaching, and followed Lydia, her two wings flapped and flew away, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared.

……

"Is the news really reliable?" Asalla slipped into the kitchen of a house with his back against the door, and he whispered with no one around.

The tone of Lai Guan in his mind was indescribable: "Are you questioning me? ”

Asala's face was embarrassed: "You misunderstood, it's just that this matter is too ......"

It's incredible.

"Less nonsense, you just do it."

“…… Be. ”

Asalla took out a small paper bag from his pocket, which contained a fine and dense white powder, the exact substance of which was unknown, but at a glance he knew that it was not a serious thing.

He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth one last time, and poured all the way to the vessel in front of him.

The wings of the nose inhale a few traces of sweet milk.

Obviously.

These.

It is the juice of sweet milk fruit.

When he came in, he overheard that a strange guest had brought these sweet milk fruits yesterday and asked to be squeezed into juice.

Sweet milk fruits are precious, but they are usually only eaten by very young children at birth, and in order to ensure that the fruit is not wasted, even young children eat it cleanly, and no one has ever heard of juicing it.

Because of this, the angels felt strange and said a few words in their spare time.

Originally, Ashara was just listening to it casually, but the Lai Guan in his mind didn't know what to smoke, so he immediately asked him to find this Gu sweet milk juice.

Say it's that person's thing.

That man......

Asalla tried to imagine, but she couldn't equate the sweet milk fruit with the girl who killed without saying a word.

Is there really an adult race that would drink such a thing?

Is there something wrong with that person or is there something wrong with Laiguan?

Asalla had a lot of thoughts in her heart, and she took out another packet of the same powder in her hand and collapsed.

There is almost no "poison" in this world.

But this world doesn't have it, Laiguan will be.

He knew how to make poison and passed on the craft to Asara.

Asara, as the male protagonist, has grown from a niche heart to the moon and develop a high-minded and arrogant character, but after Yun Feng suffered a few losses, he gradually paid attention to practice on weekdays, and over a period of time, he accumulated a lot of poison in his hands.

Although the main practice is poison.

Once this began, Assara unconsciously practiced the medicine of the delusion and the spring type.

Intermittent and used quite a bit.

However, he relied on himself to sit firmly in the position of the angel king, and some of the victimized female angels were willing to commit themselves to him, and the other part of the fierce ones were also dealt with by the elders around him, and Ashara never bothered about it.

Laiguan knew it clearly, but he didn't bother to care about these things.

It's just a few women.

It's all something that doesn't stand on the table.

In the final analysis, in the end, it is still up to men to hold up this day, they can't do anything, so they can dedicate some "entertainment projects" to play some use.