Bright Era

Today, Feng Tui, try hard to write one more chapter!

During the Chinese New Year, there are really no codewords, and there is a lazy taste in the bones!

Everyone has fun and drinks, everything is fine!

As for the girl Esther. . . Well, that is the bloodline of the Deep Blue Devil!

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When Lin Qi attacked the Eucalyptus Castle, a saint from Heiyuan Hell and three saint-class old heretics, along with twelve dead soldiers who guard the palace, cooperated with more than 30 armed crossbows. The sturdy warrior, without disturbing anyone, came to the manor prepared by Mr. Mo for his daughter Etres.

According to Yin Gang's confession, there is not much powerful combat power in this manor. It is just a residence prepared by Mr. Mo to house his daughter.

And the eyeliner bought in the Victory Palace also gave out information-Holy Light I secretly summoned Mr. Mo!

Although this eyeliner did not know where the Holy Light I summoned Mr. Mo, this did not prevent the cloud sitting on No. 1 Glory Avenue from making the most appropriate judgment. The Holy Light I urgently summoned Mr. Mo as the brains of the Holy Light I. , Mr. Mo would definitely rush to see him if he didn't find anything unusual.

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

Yin Gang didn't know the origins of Etreis, he only knew that this was Mr. Mo's daughter, a little girl who looked only twelve or thirteen years old. He didn't know how powerful this slender, petite-looking girl was. Judging by common sense, a teenage girl, how powerful can you expect her?

Yun sent three holy realms, twelve heavenly dead men and thirty fighters to attack this manor, just to try to take Etrex away without disturbing anyone. Mr. Kan Mo's care for Etres, he places great value on this daughter who doesn't know where he comes from, and holding her in his hands is undoubtedly a great restraint and a powerful bargaining chip for Mr. Mo.

Just when Lin Qi issued an order to make all the teams sent out to attack the lair of the Queshan Hermit Society at the same time, that one was the strongest, because many years ago he raped a goddess officer in the Temple of the Goddess of Youth and was thrown into the Black Abyss. The old heresy of God Prison was excited and couldn't wait to raise the sword.

"Rush in, kill all the men, all the women are fine... Well, except for that little girl, other women, everyone has a quarter of an hour to do something they love to do. Jie Jie, how is this Happy things!"

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

The old **** stick looked back even more surprised: "Isn't a quarter of an hour not enough? A quarter of an hour is enough for me to be happy seven to eight times!"

The two heretical saints closed their mouths with sullen faces. They are now extremely surprised how this old guy had a whim to provoke the goddess officer of the Temple of Youth. Can a quarter of an hour make him happy seven or eight times? Is this guy still a powerful saint-level warrior? Is his body made of tofu?

The three sacred realm powers kicked open the door of the manor so grandly, and walked along the avenue between the shade of the trees and the grape trellis to the main building of the manor. The dead soldiers of the patron saint hid in the shadows, following them step by step. Those warriors holding strong crossbows are walking in the vineyard with withered leaves, watching the surrounding movement vigilantly.

A carriage driver was carrying a carriage along the road towards the entrance of the manor. He saw three intruders who entered straight ahead. He opened his mouth and called the police. At the same time, he quickly pulled out a sharp handle from under the cushion. War sword, the sword's front actually flashed a halo of vindictive energy of the upper rank.

"What a poor boy!"

The old heresy whose eyes were all flooded with the fire of desire swung out a sword, and the carriage, the two steeds driving the carriage, and the horseman driving the carriage collapsed at the same time. The old heresy only used the lower-level vindictiveness of the heavens, but his sword intent was so fierce, the huge carriage volleyed to pieces, and the blood turned into a mist of blood and spread far and wide.

"Sure enough, this manor doesn't have any powerful presence." The old heresy licked his tongue excitedly: "Then, please do whatever you want, as long as you don't let the little girl, other...everyone do what you like, just go. Do something!"

Unable to allow his companions to stop him, the old heresy had jumped up and turned into a hazy sword shadow and could not wait to fly towards the main building of the manor. There were low muffled hums from time to time along the way, and several secret whistles hiding in the vineyard were beheaded by the old heretics with a single sword, and a strong smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Etrice was standing on the terrace on the top floor, quietly looking at Berrily in the distance.

Her pupils were strangely shrunk and enlarged at the same time. When they were enlarged, she could see countless groups of sparks of life in the city of Berrely. There are dozens of flames that are extremely hot and exuberant. They are the leading figures of the major forces in the mainland who sit in the Victory Palace. They all rushed to Berlay to trace the ins and outs of the purple keel and bismuth.

Those who are slightly weaker are the backbone of the major forces. Among them are the holy realm and the heaven. Everyone's life fire is thousands of times stronger than ordinary people.

And those fragile fires of life, like candlelight and fireflies, belong to ordinary people of Berrily. Their fire of life is so weak, the life flame of any demigod in the Palace of Victory is more exuberant than the fire of hundreds of thousands of civilians combined.

When Etrece’s pupils diminished, she could see many details of Berrily, for example, a fly clinging to Berrily’s city wall was rubbing two slender forefoot in trouble; standing on the city wall One of the guards above was yawning, and between his teeth, there was a very fine minced meat attached to a piece of celery fiber.

Just as Etrice was enjoying this splendid and magnificent world from various weird perspectives, the old heresy fell on the terrace out of thin air.

The maids standing next to Etress immediately surrounded Etress silently, and they drew out the snake-shaped daggers from under their long skirts neatly, and there was a faint wave of vindictive entanglement on the blade. The old heresy cried out in surprise and surprise: "Praise the great **** of **** and desire, what beautiful girls, and they are actually fighters of status! I can imagine how their thighs and waists are. Powerful!"

Etrice squinted at the old heresy. She asked gently, without any emotional fluctuations, "Are you a father's subordinate?"

The old heresy looked at Etrice seriously, and then a slobber fell from the corner of his mouth. He trembled with excitement and screamed almost frantically: "Why is this? Such a cute girl, no, I would rather go against the will of that little devil, and I want to get your body too! How pure and weak Body, I really want, I really want..."

Etrice frowned, she said calmly: "It's not her father's subordinate, so it's the enemy?"

A maid leaned down nervously, and she whispered: "Miss Etres, please leave as soon as possible, the enemy is very powerful, he..."

Etrice's body suddenly disappeared, and there was a strange cracking sound in the air.

The old heresy's body trembled suddenly, and a lot of blood came out from the corner of his mouth, and then the blood spurted from his mouth like a fountain. He lowered his head in horror, and a human-shaped transparent hole appeared in the center of his body, like a tofu cut with a sharp knife, with a smooth and smooth edge, without any burrs.

Just standing in front of him, Etrice appeared behind his body. Look at the human-shaped hole, and it just happens to be able to insert Etrez into it!

Just now, at the moment when a powerful warrior with a high-ranking saint master couldn't see any movement, Etrex penetrated this burly old heresy with a slender body several times the size of her own. She passed through his body flat, leaving a clear human-shaped hole in his body, and the edge of the wound was extremely smooth, and even a drop of blood did not flow out.

"So weak!" Etrice shook her head gently: "It's really boring!"

With a wave of his hand, a black flame spurted from Etras' fingertips, and a thin flame wrapped around the old heresy, burning him into a cloud of black smoke in the blink of an eye. In the thick black smoke, a small translucent shadow exactly like the old heresy was struggling and howling. This is the soul of the old heresy. He screamed in horror, struggling hysterically to get out of this group. The black smoke rushed out.

"You must be obedient!" The corners of Etreis's mouth curled up, showing an unenthusiastic smile, and then she grabbed a small potted plant next to her, and forced the black smoke into it. Among the odd-shaped fern flowers more than a foot tall.

The old heresy's painful face appeared on the petals of the fern. This face was slowly squirming and changing. If a powerful soul mage was present, they would definitely be able to hear what came from this beautiful fern. The curse and miserable cry of human collapse are the cry from the soul level that only the soul can hear.

Etris’s long hair that was scattered around her ankles suddenly fluttered, and she said softly: “Father is not here, someone broke into the house... Mom said that someone who broke into the house when his father was away, All bad guys... all bad guys should be killed!"

In the horrified gaze of the maids, Etrice waved her hands around, and countless thin, non-reflective black rays shot from her fingertips, and countless black rays formed a huge net in the void. Then the net quickly revolved around the entire manor.

The sound of ‘pouch’ was endless, and the two saints, twelve dead assassins, and more than 30 sturdy soldiers who broke into the manor were cut into countless soybean-sized meat particles and scattered all over the sky.

Dozens of twisted souls were tightly wrapped in black silk threads, and they were forcibly pulled to Etreis by the black light crying.

"It's funny!" Etrice looked at the maid next to her with the innocent eyes of the purest girl: "Can you help me find a cage of chicks? If they don't have a body, it will be really painful, those cute Little chickens, they will love the new body, right?"

The maids trembled with fright, then their legs softened and fell to the ground embarrassedly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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