The Bald Monk in the City

"Isabella, where is the person you invited?"

Bleeding female warrior: Nicole waved the short spear in his hand and looked at Isabella who was sitting on the windowsill.

This short spear seems to be made of some kind of wood, with a very distinctive wooden pattern on it.

However, the sharp edge revealed at the top is a cold color with a few traces of metal.

After Nicole was a close friend of Isabella's eldest sister, a sturdy blood warrior.

The blood of the imperial family has a life span of hundreds of years, and based on the generally low fertility rate of the powerful blood, it is not uncommon for the same generation to be separated by hundreds of years.

The blood warrior does not occupy much of a distinct part of the human page. This wild and dangerous power exists more in some barbarians, trolls, orcs and some giant subspecies.

The **** warrior can smear his own blood on the throwing spear to obtain a vicious and difficult sticky flame.

It can suppress the enemy's recovery effect to a certain extent, and can be continuously superimposed by subsequent attacks.

Of course, they are not only dangerous throwers, they also possess the furious hatchet skills.

Because after falling into a violent state, the blood soldier will completely lose his mind.

She will give up all protections and swing the hatchet in the craziest state to tear the enemy apart.

Generally, it is not a last resort, and the **** soldiers will not activate this dangerous ability that is taboo for them.

"He promised me that he will attend on time, I know him."

Isabella looked at the guarding magic tower towering into the distance and said without looking back.

"Didn't you just meet him twice?"

Nicole asked curiously.

Because of Isabella's eldest sister, she and Isabella are fairly familiar.

However, because the political ecology within the early empire was relatively unstable, she did not have too much communication with Isabella.

Of course it's different now. When she received her mother's call, she had a clear understanding:

The eldest princess who held the military power already had enough power, she no longer had to worry about too many things.

"No! Many times!"

It seems to think of some not so wonderful memories. Isabella instantly pulled her face down and said.

She covered her forehead bitterly, and a thought came up, as if a faint pain began to come from there.

She is a master of mind manipulation. It is not so difficult to determine a person's overall character through the character's combat system and combat style.

"Language will be deceived, facial expressions will be disguised, but the fist can't be violated... It is such a naked and unreserved way to confide the most true thoughts in your heart in the most direct and rude way." ——Fengquan Liu Master-Feng Zhen

"He seems to be special, do you like him?"

After thinking for a while, Nicole looked at Isabella and said.

"Where did you come to this conclusion?"

Isabella turned and stared at Nicole with wide eyes.

"According to my mother, when you discover that you have different senses to a man than other males, half of the reason is that you like him."

Nicole inserted the short spear into the pendant on the waist, then looked at Isabella and said.

"Is there half the reason?"

Isabella suddenly remembered that Nicole was in a matriarchal society dominated by force. She roughly understood Nicole's thoughts.

"You want to mate with him..."

"According to my mother, the human body is often more honest and unconcealed than the will."

"The only difference is whether you can suppress the original desire."

"puff……"

Isabella rolled her eyes, she jumped off the window sill, and then sat on the chair next to her and picked up the glass of refreshing water that was just right.

"I think your division is too rough. You must know how people can build a magnificent and colorful civilization if their thoughts are only primitive instincts."

Isabella made a blowing motion at Nicole, and all kinds of strange illusions appeared in front of Nicole's eyes:

There are those who go to death generously in order to follow their own ideas, there are those who forcibly violate physical normality for revenge, there are singers, and there are those who struggle embarrassingly in the confrontation between body and will...

Nicole shook her head, and she quickly escaped from these hallucinations.

"Mother said that I don't need to understand things that I can't understand, so that my blood won't boil as it used to."

"I feel different, so I just **** him over!"

Isabella reluctantly covered her forehead, she somewhat understood why the eldest sister let her be with Nicole.

Compared with her exploration of the soul, Nicole's spiritual world appears barren and monotonous.

But unlike the soldiers who became numb under the erosion of the system, this barrenness and monotony revealed an incomprehensible tenacity and tenacity.

"By the way, where's Bequez? Is he still making preparations?"

Suddenly, Nicole thought of the partner whom they had chatted with before.

Bequez: An orthodox academic mage, affiliated to the White Lizard Tower, has mastered the 8-level protection system spell: Space Lock.

"I really don't understand his idea of ​​trying to preview all the possibilities..."

"Mages are all weird guys."

Nicole followed Isabella sitting next to Isabella, whose tribe was more repellent to mages.

Occasionally, her tribe will show some newborn babies whose magical power has gone away. The source of their blood may be related to a certain mage or warlock.

Of course, Nicole is not sure, whether they were voluntary when they left their bloodline...

"If you don't have the determination to discover all the mysteries, then don't choose to become a mage-this is what the eldest sister once found when an arch mage tried to teach me."

"and then?"

Nicole asked curiously.

"Then I chose no."

Isabel stretched out her palm, and the power of the invisible soul on it was shining like a shining light in her eyes.

Her body is filled with the world's most mysterious energy, so why should she choose those more distant things.

In the bright starry sky of the multiverse, various inheritances are flashing bright or dim~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is undoubtedly biased to judge only by the nature and territory of the inheritance itself.

Only by putting one's own conditions and volition into it can we get the most true feedback.

Isabella does not feel that she needs to follow the path of truth, because in the world of the soul, she is the truth!

At this moment, a prompt message refreshed on the retina interrupted Isabella's thoughts.

"he came."

Seeing Nicole's questioning eyes next to him, Isabella said...

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