Witch Brigade

"Oh, oh, we met again, speaking of which is our second meeting or the third meeting."

　　 Malcolm joked while taking off the gentleman's top hat salute.

Up to this time, Quinnes had really seen Malcolm's appearance. Under the dress of a gentleman, he contained bohemianness. This kind of temperament appeared especially prominent when he spoke, and it suddenly destroyed him. The appearance of a gentleman.

　　 Of course, this kind of temperament is very lethal to those little girls.

　　 But Malcolm was wrong directly. To the three of them, Malcolm was like a clown.

　　Queens slowly took out a homemade cigarette and gave him one, which made him feel much better.

　　 Smelling the cigarette, Malcolm exaggerated: "You actually have a boron cigarette, which is very hot. Shouldn't you give me one too?"

　　Queens took the cigarette from his mouth and looked at it for a moment. When did his cigarette have a name?

　　 No nonsense, Quinnes directly threw a whole box in his arms.

　　 "Thank you for your generosity." After Malcolm took off his hat again and saluted, he couldn't wait to take out one and drew it.

　　 "Stop talking nonsense, what do you want?" Olivia's eyes were fierce. Although the four people were talking, the police officers who were assisting in the blockade did not notice Malcolm's strangeness.

　　 "Do you want to make a deal?" Malcolm took a deep breath, his expression fascinated.

　　 "Deal?" Olivia glared at Malcolm, her expression deeply suspicious.

　　 "No doubt, it's a deal." Malcolm shrugged.

　　 "If the deal is done, we can pass it?" Olivia continued.

"No, no, no, to show my sincerity, no matter whether the transaction is concluded or not, you can pass by me." Malcolm shrugged and fixed his eyes on Quinns, as if he knew that Quinnes was the one in charge. .

　　Quines was silent for a moment, and said directly: "The content of the transaction."

　　 Malcolm took another breath before slowly saying, "Do one thing for me. Of course, this thing will not touch your bottom line, and you can retreat anytime you feel fatal danger."

　　 Malcolm secretly wiped his sweat, really afraid Quinns would not wait for him to finish, so he refused.

　　 "Yes." Quinns paused for a second before agreeing directly.

　　 "Don't you think...huh? You agreed." Malcolm opened his mouth. He really didn't expect Quinnes to promise so easily that all the words he thought of next were swallowed back into his stomach.

　　 "Let's go." Quinns said to Olivia lowly.

　　 Immediately, the three passed by Malcolm casually.

　　 In the distance, Quinnes' words floated from a distance, "You can come to my baron's house."

　　 took a deep breath of smoke, Malcolm smiled, and his bohemian temperament suddenly faded away: "Queens Dodd, this time you didn't see through me."

After 　　 finished speaking, he laughed nervously again.

　　 After moving away from the blockade, Olivia couldn't help but ask strangely: "You just agreed so easily?"

　　Queens twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "It's funny, isn't it?"

　　 "Is it interesting?" Olivia didn't see anything interesting anymore.

　　 After leaving the blockade, things were easier to handle, and the three of them returned to the baron's mansion after a short while.

　　 And the three of them didn't sit down and rest for ten minutes in the hall just now. From the direction of the main square, a huge black beam of light rushed straight into the sky, and finally broke into a deep black hole.

　　Quines and three people walked out of the hall. At this time, everyone in San Dres Fes could see above the sky, an illusory figure was drawn out from the black hole, and then slowly descended in the black beam of light.

　　 Someone familiar with him instantly recognized who the phantom figure was.

　　 "Osman Forty-Four." Olivia whispered, "Does that colleague of yours really get it right, is the rebirth really a rebirth?"

　　Queens looked at everything that happened in the sky with a solemn expression. He could clearly feel the aura belonging to the spirit world on the black hole, which he couldn't feel wrong.

　　 "Really came back from the collective subconscious sea." Quinns murmured.

　　 The soul returns, and the magic surname Boyle works at this moment.

　　 The entire San Dres Fes seemed to be stagnated with the appearance of the black beam of light. The thinking of ordinary people was stretched to the extreme at this moment, and time seemed to stagnate at this moment.

　　 St. Dres Fez was silent.

　　 But just when the soul of Osman forty-four fell to half of the black beam of light, something happened.

　　 Ang!

　　 A giant snake with wings covering the sky brazenly broke through the black hole, opened its mouth wide, and ate away to Osman Forty-fourth in the black beam of light.

The sky shattered. In the crack like a broken mirror, Quinnes’s pupil of the void shrank suddenly. In the reflection of his pupil, there was a familiar voice standing proudly in the void of the spiritual world. It's Vannie Vatican Cecil, the three princesses of Saluna.

And around her, Yingyingzhuo could see six figures surrounding her not far away, each with a chain of light stretched out in their hands, intertwined with Vannie in the center to form a cage of light, firmly holding Vanni Confined in a cage of light ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the two sides seem to be in a stalemate, and they cannot advance or retreat.

　　 And the giant snake with two wings, surprisingly, came up from a spiral in Vannie's hand, from a ribbon full of sacred light.

　　 "Chaotic divinity, the incarnation of the feather snake god." Quinnes murmured.

　　 No one thought that at the funeral of King Osman forty-four, such a change would happen.

　　Looking at such a situation, Quinnes didn't think that as a destiny warlock, she was just a temporary intention. This was more like a long-planned action.

　　 More counts more wins, less counts less wins, not too much.

　　 And obviously, Vannie Vatican Cecil counted one step more than the others, even several steps. A step that even fate observers didn't count.

The wings of the Feathered Serpent covered the sky of St. Dres. Fes. At a time that no one had ever thought of in a year, when everyone had time to react in the future, the soul of Osman forty-four was wrapped in one blow. In the mouth.

　　倏倏er, a revolving, returning from wherever it came from, between the expansion and contraction, the feather snake **** suddenly retracted into the black hole and returned to the spiritual world.

　　 "Bold!"

　　 "Release the soul of the emperor."

　　 "Gluck!"

　　 The chaotic sound came from one end of the spirit world, and then gradually disappeared.

　　 The people on the ground looked at each other, a good funeral, prepared for a long time, and ended up without disease? !

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