Today, I will grit my teeth and write one more chapter!

During the Chinese New Year, there is really no code word, and the bones are full of lazy smell!

Everyone eats and drinks well, and it's good!

As for Sister Esther...... Hmm, that's the blood of the Dark Blue Lord...... When Lin Qi attacked the Eucalyptus Castle, a Holy Master and three old heretics of the Holy Priest level from the Black Abyss Divine Prison, with twelve dead soldiers who guarded the Divine Palace, and more than thirty fierce warriors armed with strong crossbows, came to the manor prepared by Mr. Mo for his daughter Edith without alarming anyone.

According to Yingang's confession, there is not much strong combat power in this manor, but Mr. Mo has prepared a residence to settle his daughter.

And the eyeliner bribed in the Victory Palace also spread the information - Holy Light I secretly summoned Mr. Mo!

Although this eyeliner does not know where the Holy Light I summoned Mr. Mo, this does not prevent Yun who is sitting at No. 1 Glory Avenue from making the most appropriate judgment - the Holy Light I urgently summoned Mr. Mo, as the wise trust of the Holy Light I, Mr. Mo will definitely rush to the audience if he does not find anything unusual.

In other words, this small manor has now become extremely empty.

Ginoka didn't know where Edith came from, he only knew that it was Mr. Mo's daughter, a little girl who looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old. He didn't know how strong this slender and petite little girl with a good face was, judging by common sense. A teenage girl, how much power can you expect her to have?

Yun sent three Sacred Realms, twelve Heavenly Dead, and thirty warriors to attack the manor, in an attempt to capture Edith without alarming anyone. Looking at Mr. Mo's care for Editis, he attaches great importance to this daughter who doesn't know where she came from, and holding her in his hands is undoubtedly a great constraint on Mr. Mo. It's a powerful bargaining chip.

At the same time that Lin Qi issued an order to let all the teams sent out launch an attack on the lair of the Shanshan Hermit Society at the same time, that one was the strongest. Because of the rape of a goddess official of the Temple of Youth many years ago, the old heretic who was thrown into the Black Abyss Divine Prison excitedly and couldn't wait to raise his long sword.

"Rush in and kill all the men. All women can ...... Well, except for the little girl, the other women, everyone has a quarter of an hour to do something to them. What a joy it is!"

A heretical saint looked at the old pervert in surprise: "A quarter of an hour?"

The old pervert looked back in even more astonishment: "Isn't a quarter of an hour enough? a quarter of an hour is enough for me to be happy seven or eight times!"

The two heretical saints closed their mouths with gloomy faces, and they were now extremely surprised at how this old fellow had a whim to provoke the goddess official of the Goddess of Youth Temple. A quarter of an hour can make him happy seven or eight times? Is this guy still a powerful Saint Master-level warrior? His body is made of tofu?

The three Sacred Realm powers kicked open the gate of the manor with such a grand kick, and walked along the avenue between the shade of the trees and the grape trellises towards the main building of the manor. The dead of the Guardian Shrine hid in the shadows and followed behind them. The warriors armed with crossbows walked through the withered vineyards. Vigilantly watching the movement around him.

A coachman carried the carriage down the avenue towards the gate of the manor, he saw three intruders who were arrogantly entering, and opened his mouth to shout for the police, and at the same time he quickly pulled out a sharp sword from under the cushion, and the blade of the sword actually flashed a halo of high-ranking fighting spirit.

"What a poor lad!"

The old heretic, whose eyes were full of ** fire, swung out a sword lightly. The carriage disintegrated at the same time, along with the two horses driving the carriage and the groom driving the carriage. The old heretic only used the fighting spirit of the lower level of the Heavenly Rank, but his sword intent was extremely powerful, and the huge carriage was blown to pieces in the air, and the blood turned into a blood mist and spread far and wide.

"Sure enough, there is no strong existence in this manor. The old heretic licked his tongue excitedly: "Then, let's do whatever you want." As long as you don't let go of that little girl, the rest ...... Whatever you like, let's do something!"

Without allowing his companions to stop him, the old heretic had already jumped up, turning into a hazy sword shadow and couldn't wait to fly towards the main building of the manor. From time to time, there was a low muffled grunt along the way, and several secret sentinels hiding in the vineyard were slashed by the old heretic with a sword, and a thick smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Etrith was standing on the terrace on the top floor, quietly looking out at Berelli in the distance.

Her pupils narrowed and dilated strangely, and when she enlarged, she could see countless flickering flames of life in the city of Berelli. There were dozens of flames that were extremely hot and vigorous, and they were the leaders of the major forces in the continent sitting in the Victory Palace, and they all rushed to Bolaili in order to track down the ins and outs of the purple-veined dragon bone bismuth.

Those who are slightly weaker are the backbone of the major forces, among which there are holy realms and heavenly positions, and the fire of life of each person is thousands of times stronger than ordinary people.

And those weak flames of life that are like candlelight fireflies belong to the ordinary people of Berley. Their flame of life was so faint that the flame of life of any demigod in the Palace of Victory was stronger than the flame of life of hundreds of thousands of civilians combined.

When Edith's pupils narrowed, she could see many details of Berelli, such as a fly clinging to the walls of Berelli rubbing its two slender forefeet in annoyance, a guard standing on the walls yawning, and a thin piece of minced meat from a piece of celery clinging to it between his teeth.

Just as Edith was enjoying the splendor of the world from all odd perspectives, the old heretic landed on the terrace out of thin air.

Several maids standing beside Edith immediately surrounded Edith silently, and they neatly pulled out the serpentine short sword from under their long skirts, and there was a faint fighting spirit as clear as water waves on the blade. The old heretic cried out in surprise and surprise: "Praise the great god of lust, what beautiful maidens, and they are all status warriors! I can imagine how powerful their thighs and loins are!"

Edith squinted at the old heretic, and she asked softly, without any emotion, "Are you a subordinate of your father?"

The old heretic looked at Etrice earnestly, and then a wisp of saliva drooped from the corner of his mouth. He trembled with excitement, and screamed almost madly: "Why is this so? Such a cute little girl, no, I would rather go against the will of that little devil, I want to get your body......!

Etrith frowned, and she said indifferently: "If it's not a subordinate of her father, then it's an enemy?"

A maid leaned down nervously, and she whispered, "Miss Edith, please leave as much as possible, the enemy is very strong, he ......"

Edith's body suddenly vanished, and a strange cracking sound sounded in the air.

The old heretic's body shuddered suddenly, and a large amount of blood came out of the corners of his mouth, and then blood spurted out of his mouth like a fountain. He lowered his head in horror, and a humanoid transparent hole appeared in the middle of his body, like a sharp knife cutting tofu, with smooth edges and no burrs.

Edith, who had just stood in front of him, appeared behind him. Look at the humanoid hole, it is just right to embed Edith into it!

Just now, in the moment when a powerful warrior of the high rank of the Holy Master could not see any movement clearly, Etrith pierced through this burly old heretic who was several times the size of her own slender body. She passed through his body flat, leaving a clear humanoid hole in his body, and the edges of the wound were so smooth that not even a drop of blood came out.

"It's so weak!" Edith shook her head slightly, "It's boring!"

With a flick of his hand, a black flame erupted from Edithy's fingertips, and thin flames wrapped around the old heretic's body, burning him into a cloud of black smoke in the blink of an eye. In the thick black smoke, a tiny, translucent shadow identical to the old heretic struggled and howled, the soul of the old heretic, who screamed in horror and hysterically struggled to rush out of the black smoke.

"You have to be obedient!" the corners of Edithy's mouth curled into a smile that was not enthusiastic, and then she grabbed a small potted plant beside her, and forcibly poured the black smoke into the odd-shaped sheeptooth flower, which was just over a foot tall.

The petals of the sheeptooth flower showed the anguished face of the old heretic, a face that slowly wriggled and changed, and if a powerful soul mage was present, they would surely hear the crushing curse and howl coming from this beautiful sheeptooth flower, a cry from the soul plane that only the soul could hear.

Edith's long hair that had fallen to her ankles suddenly flew up in strands, and she said softly, "Father is not here, someone has broken into the house...... My mother said that the people who broke into the house when my father was not at home were bad people...... The bad guys should be killed!"

Under the frightened gaze of the maids, Edithy's hands waved around, and countless thin and reflective black rays shot out from her fingertips, and countless black rays formed a huge net in the void, and then this net quickly revolved around the entire manor.

The sound of 'poof' was incessant, and the two saints, twelve dead assassins, and more than thirty fierce warriors who broke into the manor were simultaneously cut into countless soybean-sized meat particles and sprinkled all over the sky.

Dozens of twisted souls were wrapped tightly in black silk threads, and they were forced to be pulled in front of Edith by the black light.

"It's funny!" Edith looked at the maid beside her with the innocent eyes of the purest girl, "Can you help me find a cage of chickens?

Several of the maids trembled with fright, and then their legs went limp, and the wolf fell to his knees.