The Dark King

After the departure of Francis and Kim Young, Du Dian waited for a moment with his rucksack in his place, and suddenly saw a large number of people gathered in the open street in front of the lot, and there was a burst of laughter from time to time.

In his heart, he walked in the past with observation and a hilarious attitude.

"Kid, walk and look at the point." There was a voice screaming in the back.

Du Di'an didn't look back and saw a golden young man with a temperament and arrogance. His face was full of arrogance, and a woman with the same beautiful gold in her hand, followed by a few black suits with white gloves, apparently aristocrats. Born, and the family is extraordinary, his brow wrinkles slightly, sideways to let the road open, first into the inner wall area, he is not willing to trouble.

After he let him go, the golden youth took the golden beauty and walked over, not looking at him more.

From the other side, Du Di'an came to the crowd behind the crowd and looked at it with a slight squatting. There were tables in it, and several costumes were performed on it. The show was a magic.

Du Di'an snorted, but soon remembered that the magic is also a favorite program of the nobility, no wonder it will cause so many people to watch.

"If there is a magician in this world, disguised as a magician, it can easily become a master of magic, winning countless..." Du Di'an mouth twitched, revealing a smile.

"Hey!"

One voice in the crowd sounded, it was the golden youth who had previously let Du Di'an make way. He didn't know when it appeared at the forefront of the crowd. At this moment, the eyebrows looked arrogantly and looked at the magician on the stage with a smile. It’s too boring to change the flowers, and I’ll show you a big saw.”

The middle-aged magician performing on stage performed a sneak peek and even jumped off the stage. He nodded and smiled and said: "This young master, we are just a small magic group. Today we are not ready to perform a big show, without enough props."

Kim Young did not expect to be dismissed, and Xuan An’s double eyebrows suddenly rose, lifting a foot on the chest of a middle-aged magician, kicking it over, and pulling out a stack of gold tickets in his hand. Half empty and scattered, like a snowflake on the middle-aged magician, Jin young cold channel: "I only said it again, I want to see, give me a show, understand?"

Several people on the stage who were preparing the props frightened and jumped down, supporting the middle-aged magician, while apologizing to the Golden Youth.

Du Di'an looked at this scene behind the crowd, his brows were slightly wrinkled. I didn't expect this golden youth to be so overbearing and imposing. This kind of thing is rare in the outer wall area. Most of the nobles in the outer wall area love face, can't do such a shameful thing. child.

However, he believes that he is not a hero, and naturally he will not be strong in this kind of thing. He only observes this scene silently.

"All give money, fast performance!"

"Performance performance, we have to watch the big saw live!"

"Come on!"

The crowd around them cheered and rushed, urging the middle-aged magician and others.

The middle-aged magician and others saw the crowd of excited crowds, their faces changed, and some of them were ugly. As a magician, there is no prop to show how to perform a big saw, which is completely difficult for the strong!

However, I saw that the golden youth had a luxurious decoration and a waiter behind them. They knew that if they did not perform today, they would not be able to give up.

"Well... we perform." The middle-aged magician climbed up from the ground and went to the golden youth and nodded and pleaded: "We will be ready soon. Please wait a little patiently. I will immediately let people return to the props. ”

Kim Young’s face is a little intolerant, saying: “Are you awkward or your brain is broken? I am going to watch now, do you want me to wait? Do you want to die, or want to be a dog slave? Um... Receive a show The magic dog slave seems to be quite interesting, Aina, do you want to? Or, he said, looking at the golden woman in his arms, his eyes are full of soft light.

"Big, adults, this makes it impossible..." The middle-aged magician changed his face and hurried.

The gold woman looked at him and shook her head slightly. "You don't want to be so old, and taking it out will make my sisters look at jokes."

Kim Young nodded slightly. "This is also the case. I will find you younger next time."

"OK."

Kim Young turned to the middle-aged magician: "What are you doing here?"

The middle-aged magician sighed with relief. He heard a strong smile and turned to greet a few assistants to return to Taiwan. His brows were wrinkled and his face was bitter. Such a dangerous magic is easy to make mistakes even if there are props, let alone no Props.

"Head, what should I do?"

"We don't even have a saw here. How do you go to the big saw?"

"Yeah, what should I do now?"

A few assistants looked at the middle-aged magician and were anxious to have no clue.

The middle-aged magician's face was cloudy and uncertain. After climbing to the stage, he suddenly blinked. "I have a way, so..." whispered it again, saying: "Remember?"

Several assistants listened and sighed.

"It’s still the head of the team, this is a good way."

"Just do it, I will get ready soon."

"Head, will this be too..."

The middle-aged magician interrupted the last person’s words and said, “Don’t want a bowl of rice, what are you doing, do you want to be yourself?”

The young man who spoke last narrowed his neck and no longer snorted.

"Everyone, the next show is a big saw!" The middle-aged magician stood on the high platform and said to everyone, while he said, several assistants put the props on the high platform, which is a huge wooden box.

"Below, we will select one person from the crowd to participate in this performance, which shows that we have never done anything." The middle-aged magician smiled and looked at the crowd below because of his words, and immediately said: " Please rest assured, this performance is absolutely no danger. Below, I will randomly select a person. This is random and will never be our support."

Say, pick up a commonly used random selection props at hand, look at the crowd, and cast in the direction of the back.

When Du Di'an noticed that the other person's gaze locked him, he was not good at it. He immediately moved to the side and squatted by the side.

Hey!

This randomly selected prop is a lead-bottomed cloth group that appears to be lightly floating, but falls to the position where Dudian is standing, and is caught by the man Duduan has passed.

This hand throws alone, and most of the time I practiced a lot of time.

The man holding the soft cloth group looked at the cloth in his hand, his face was ugly, throwing it on the ground and screaming to the middle-aged magician: "Do you want to die, how to lose it?!"

The middle-aged magician saw him with a gold. He couldn’t help but feel stunned. At the same time, he was a little angry. He quickly found Du Di’an next to him and raised his hand. He said, “This little brother, would you come up with it?”

Du Di'an just wanted to escape the incident. Unexpectedly, this person actually went directly to his head. He couldn't help but glance at his face. He said: "I don't mean to pick it randomly, what do you mean?"

The middle-aged magician listened with a sigh of relief and said: "You just chose you. Do you want to make everyone present unhappy? Just let you come up with it, you can give this young master a performance, it is your blessing, you Still shirking?"

Upon hearing this, Du Di'an was so angry that he knew it. The middle-aged magician did not prepare the props and knew the danger of the process. Therefore, he did not choose the members of his group, but chose from the crowd. In the crowd, he is a black head. The phenomenon of identity in color is in the outer wall area. It is even more serious here, so it is regarded as a soft persimmon by the other side.

"Kid, go, ah, just what you are, I want you to go, you look good." The golden middle-aged man who left the cloth next to him was stern.

"Yes, go!"

"Whose slaves of this family, no matter what."

"It's too rude, let so many people wait, really ignorant!"

The crowd around them urged the road.

Du Di'an was gloomy and said to the middle-aged magician: "The performance of the magic depends on the props. You are not prepared for props. What if there is a danger to life?"

The middle-aged magician did not expect to be questioned by Du Di'an and calmly said: "We are professionals, there will be no danger. We just said that there are no props, just joking, increase the atmosphere, let alone, with our technology, even if there is nothing. You can still perform, you don't have to worry about it."

Du Di'an was amused. He had just had some sympathy for this person. Now he even has his heart. He said: "Your technology? If you really have technology, just give us a big look and live." What can I do for you?"

"Let you go, what?" Someone next to me impatiently said: "Oh, what a lot of nonsense."

"That is, who is this?"

The middle-aged magician looked at Du Di'an with a gloomy face. "Don't let everyone wait, come over soon."

Du Di'an looked at the people who spoke next to him. They all saw golden heads. Only one person was brown, but wearing an expensive pocket watch on his chest, obviously also had a background identity. He said coldly: "So like it, you will not go." ?"

"Hey, what do you guys say?"

"So rude, you can talk like this again, believe it or not, I will discipline you for your master?"

Several people around are angry.

Du Di'an blinked slightly, his eyes flashed, and there was an urge to open the killing ring, but this was not the outer wall area. He took a deep breath and endured the anger. He said coldly: "Whoever loves to go, I won't go anyway." After that, he turned and left. He didn't have to think about it. This magic is absolutely dangerous. The middle-aged magician dared to pick himself. He knew that he was in danger. He could not find him in his own capacity. This is why he did not dare to pick the surrounding nobles.

See Dudyan to go, the onlookers immediately pointed at him.

Just then, there was a hoof in front of the street, a carriage with a black dragon-shaped flag coming in. The knight in front of the carriage saw the crowd blocking the halfway in front of the magic group, and shouted far away. Road: "Let's leave, let go!"

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