The Anarchic Consort

Just listen to the sound of a bang!

There are so many nightingales around.

A large piece of black feathers fell.

Under three thousand feet, the bustling.

It is said that it is the beginning of all evil.

Every time a man takes a step, there will be black feathers falling.

A hand-made suit with a straight outline outlines his appearance, and the extravagance is almost confusing.

There was fog around, and there was no trace of the man. Instead, a face looked even more clean.

His hands were wrapped in pure black gloves along the lines, but the hair color was silver, and it was scattered behind him and straight to the waist.

He is like a person who comes out of comics, noble, abstinence, and extraordinary.

Behind him is like a lot of clouds, and there is nothing hidden in the cloud. No one can see it.

But the problem corps did not know, it does not mean that the devil did not know.

The demon has begun to want to pull back, but finds that his body does not listen to any of his calls.

It was surrender and fear from the depths of the blood.

He didn't even dare to look up at the men's scorpions, and even dared not look at the clouds behind the man like an abyss and hell.

No one is more clear than being a demon, what is it.

The devil opened his mouth, and the figure was so under the influence of the man's magic, it was not too bad.

His entire face was white, his lips trembled and looked at the man, and his tone was unstable: "The temple, His Royal Highness..."

Your Highness?

After hearing the title, the problem legions glanced at each other. This is not in ancient times. Why is it called His Royal Highness?

Absolutely not a code name like them.

Because it is obvious that they are watching a demon from a smoky smoky illusion of human form.

But now, the demon is pleading for a man to call His Highness.

The man clearly wears modern clothes, the windbreaker draped outside, or the brand they know, is simply the business of the business that just attended the evening dance...

They have almost determined that he is human.

Think carefully, how did this man come in such a wilderness?

After he couldn't walk through the jungle, his suit was still spotless.

Moreover, just those nightingales are even more strange.

Previously, the Legion has always been a materialist and does not believe in any gods and ghosts.

Since the execution of these tasks, the problem legions have discovered that people who are not dressed like humans will certainly be human beings, just like the one they have encountered with the soul.

Those who don't know will think that they are the sales department, and the white shirt suit pants are really the same as humans.

And... the devil is so respectful to him... isn't it a bit?

The problem corps did not worry about thinking, followed by the guns in their hands, a demon has been difficult to deal with, plus one, they can only fight hard!

However, what they didn't think was that they just raised their hands, and Bai Ye crushed their wrists on one side, and the palms were still dripping with blood. The handsome face with too much blood loss was even colder than usual. After a few minutes, the voice is also heavy, and the sighs of both sides are dark: "Don’t shoot, it’s your own."

To the reader's words: the first one, one and a half to the second, three to the third, go to the code, the beauty to see it tomorrow...