Today is the last day of 1999.

It is also a day that will be remembered by the playboy for a lifetime.

He did something he regretted today, provoking a man who valued his family.

This made him ask those models who want to climb into bed in the future if they have a husband who can't be provoked.

"She's your wife?" The playboy then realizes that he has been molesting a married woman.

"Are you?"

When he saw Olof beside Watson, he felt a little familiar.

"Yuri Oloff," Ollov tugged at Watson's sleeve, but Watson shook him off, "I'm sorry, Mr. Billionaire, if you don't apologize to my friend, I think there will be serious consequences."

This sentence is clearly an exhortation.

But for Playboy, this is the most unpleasant sentence.

Arrogance will not be relented until it is called a lesson.

He said to Watson without sincerity, "I'm sorry, friend, but your wife is so beautiful and seductive."

With a defiant smile on his lips, he patted Watson on the shoulder and left.

With a look on his face that everything was over, Orlov watched the playboy leave.

The last person to flirt with Mrs. Wick like this was bitten by Watson with his teeth.

As a partner, Orloff is well aware of Watson's reverse scales.

He sighed and asked, "Okay, I know what you're thinking, that guy has a lot of power, so he really wants to do this?"

Watson nodded.

Orlov had no choice but to accept his fate and said, "How many new weapons do you want according to your requirements?"

Watson's eyes were fixed on the playboy who walked into the room after waving defiantly to himself.

He walked into the elevator with a blank face and said lightly, "All."

Instead of going back to the room, they left here.

Olof leaned into the car and did not speak, just nodded silently.

He had no intention of stopping Watson from doing something to a well-known playboy in the United States.

Billionaire?

Playboy?

No matter how rich you are, you are still just a businessman.

The power behind the underground president, but no one can know how much.

Mrs. Wick looked at her husband with stars in her eyes.

This is the reason why Jovonovic's head wolf has taken a fancy to the gringos.

There were four people in the elevator.

In addition to Mr. and Mrs. Wick and Oloff, there is also a shivering Killian who is huddled in a corner.

He swallowed hard, as if he had heard something he shouldn't have heard.

It's not going to be killed, is it?

Watson also noticed the people in the elevator, and Killian smiled reluctantly, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Orlov saw a business card on the ground and bent down to pick it up.

"Institute of Advanced Conceptual Mechanics?"

Orlov looked at Killian and asked, "Yours?"

"Yes, yes."

Killian swallowed, not knowing whether to take it or not.

If you know that you are going to meet Playboy on the rooftop, you won't get rid of yourself with it, right?

Watson took it and looked at it, saying, "Seems like a good project."

"None of us have heard of this thing." Olof dissatisfied.

Like most women who are angry or in a bad mood, Watson made an impulse purchase.

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There is no snow in Switzerland today, and in the magical country of nowhere, the snow is still drifting.

"The last snow of the year."

With his hands tucked in his sleeves, John stood in the magic tower, where the snow could drift in, looking out.

Basil straightened the feathers on his wings and looked at Riddle, wondering if he should help him straighten it.

Riddle squinted

With his eyes and neck curled, it seemed to be an ornament on the owl shelf.

Hector and Hermer grabbed a piece of wood, and the wood was torn in half in the middle.

The little guy rolls out in both directions, and Hector hits Tom's ass headfirst.

Tom looked back in confusion and saw Hector rubbing his head.

A day of harmony.

A meteor streaked across the sky, allowing the star spirit to quickly run out and watch.

They pointed to the sky and made a cacophony of noises, presumably wondering if it was a star spirit flying past.

John smiled at this, "Maybe it's really a star spirit."

There is no shortage of mysterious beings in this world.

The Grim Reaper and the Banished in the Dead World, who have lived for thousands of years, are older than any wizard.

The mysterious Merlin, it is still unclear how many doppelgangers he has, and even behind the door of the Department of Mysteries, there is the presence of Merlin.

Magic and technology collide, and a new era is coming to everyone.

If you can't fit in, you'll be destroyed by it.

"It's a wonderful world."

John sighed, and he stretched out his right hand and looked at the slender five fingers.

That Christmas, he wasn't sure if he had ever been moved.

A moment of throbbing, then the calmness of the gap of life.

Desperation is chic of course, but after the end of life, that infinite regret will imprison a person's life.

"So I was cowardly, too."

He laughed to himself and looked up at the sky.

Beyond that chair, there was this tower, and beyond the tower, there was the invisible membrane.

Interlocking, shields to protect the people, shackles to bind themselves.

Sometimes, waywardness is a luxury.

Tyro's wishing list, the purest wish of innocence and beauty, John couldn't bear to destroy it.

These shackles of hope and hope, which the wizards sing over and over again, are prolonging the time of imprisonment.

They prayed over and over again to make the chains stronger.

John tightened his fingers, and a hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

There is a touch of red on the outside, which is smeared on the city like a paintbrush.

Running through the tunnel, Sugo made his way to where his friend was.

What was once bound is now free.

What was once free, is now bound.

Void grip.

The Sword of Silver Wick slowly appeared in his hand.

The bright red gems were as shocking as blood.

He stroked the blade of the sword with his fingers.

Release the hilt of the sword and let it fall to the ground.

Snow and moonlight shone on it.

The blade of the sword carries the scorching heat of melting snow.

The Star Spirit leaned over and tentatively touched it with his fingers.

Helmer shuddered, his finger slashed away, and he screamed in fright.

Seeing this, Hector immediately ducked away.

John was speechless, "You ruined such a good atmosphere."

With his right hand on the Philosopher's Stone, he waved his wand at Herme.

Herme's severed finger rejuvenated itself, and her crying appearance turned into surprise.

Holding his hand, he came to Hector to show off.

John closed his eyes and pressed the Sword of Silver Wick with one hand.

Through the power of the Philosopher's Stone, the magic enters the entire tower.

Outside the sleek magic tower, the walls change.

Golden runes are wrapped around the walls.

The walls are raised, and a dragon relief appears.

The dragon stretched, the scales of the stone body rubbing, and the sound of metal clashing.

The dragon soared and swam around the clouds.

Under John's control, two more stone dragons protruded from the magic tower

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He opened his eyes, and the Elder Wand tapped on the locket on his chest.

A wave of volatility is transmitted.

The locket opened, and the resurrection stone flew out.

Deftly landed on top of the Elder Wand.

John's wand raised.

Three dragons over 100 meters in the sky descended in front of the magic tower.

The dragonstone's eyes rolled, and John blew on the resurrection stone.

The dragon's eyes gradually turned black, and then the scales on their bodies began to become real.

Ancient obscure syllables came out of John's mouth.

"When the possessor of this object appears, you must obey his command."

John absorbed the power of the Philosopher's Stone and the Resurrection Stone, and clapped his hands hard.

A wave of magical power centered on the magic tower, spreading out towards the entire wizarding city and beyond.

A golden flame came out of his mouth, burning into a ball, and if you looked closely, there was a gem in the flame.

The black silk thread on his right hand condensed and became a gem.

His eyes turned vertical, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on John's forehead.

Another gem appeared.

Three gems flew towards the three dragons and entered their bodies.

"I give you eternal burning fire, soul-devouring darkness, petrified eyes."

Each of the three dragons gains a kind of magic, and they are even more magical.

John's current magic power, after breaking away from the magic of the blood of the magic power, can also be created.

The ultimate transfiguration, plus the power of the Philosopher's Stone and the Resurrection Stone.

The process was extremely difficult, and after the gem entered the dragon's body, his hands were opened.

Ten ring rings are engraved with ancient incantations.

The ring passed through the bodies of the three dragons, telling them to remember it.

The ring flew back into John's hand, and he whispered to the ring.

"And you, I give you a stronger curse that can evoke regret."

The breath of the Resurrection Stone is wrapped around the ten rings.

After doing all this, the three dragons all condensed into a dragon that was no different from a dragon.

They bowed their heads to the king, turned and flew out, landing on the walls of the magic tower and shrinking back into a lifelike stone sculpture.

Ten rings lay silently in John's hand, and he looked at them with a strange color in his eyes.

"Allow me to be selfish for once."

The fairness and justice of the Witch King.

John was in this and gave some people the privilege of never declining.

Clutching the ring, John turned his head to look at the awakened owl, and ......

The throne of the witch king awaits its its master.

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