"The third disciple, is she finally reaching the conversion period?"

Caesar's tone had too many surprises, incredible, and a trace of scaredness.

"Yes." The majestic and mysterious voice said.

The three of their disciples are the disciples of the Lord of the Demon King in person. They know about the things between each other, and they can even say that they know each other more than they themselves.

On strength, the first disciple is the strongest, and the third disciple is the weakest.

But on the potential, the third disciple is the strongest, and the second disciple is the weakest.

The third disciple is a peculiar race. Within a thousand years, it will be transformed again. Ping peace over the conversion period, and the strength will explode.

"No wonder Moscow will change. It turned out that she had entered a transformation period and was unable to maintain the enchantment of Moscow." The first disciple said suddenly.

The majestic and mysterious voice said: "Many enemies have entered Moscow now. One of the enemies is very spicy and is the avatar of the executor of the millennium. I must protect the third disciple.

Immediately chase and kill the executive body to help the third disciples reduce the pressure. ""

"No, I am now staring at a strong enemy, I can't get rid of it." Caesar refused nor didn't he want to.

The majestic and mysterious voice sighed lightly, "It seems you really intend to get rid of us."

"This is not a lie. Fighting my enemy has the blood of God. It may be the descendants of God. I don’t know who he is the descendants, but his strength is undoubtedly very powerful."

Caesar argued for himself.

There are too many disappointment of the majestic and mysterious voice, "That's it. I wish you good luck."

"I wish you good luck too."

After Caesar finished, stop staying. Turn around and leave.

Nympho

At the same time, Zhuang Mingge wandering in Moscow. I don't know that the first disciple is Caesar, let alone the forest in the mobile nightmare in Moscow.

It is not the third disciple in imagination, but the second disciple.

Now he is trying to pursue the whereabouts of the mobile night, and look forward to entering the inside of the mobile nightmare again.

After spending a meaningless day after Moscow, Zhuang Mingge had an unexpected harvest at night.

In a temporary hotel, the head of the Holy Holy Holy Knights, Victoria met unexpectedly.

"It's you."

After seeing Zhuang Mingge, Victoria also had too many accidents. His face sank, and his murderous splashes were splashed. "Yi Barrett, why are you here?"

Several knights behind her pressed their hands on the hilt at the same time, and the sword was tense.

"I said I was lost, do you believe it."

Victoria said sarcastically: "The benevolent Lord tells me. Never believe what the demon says."

"I'm not a demon."

"What stupid words, you who have traded with the devil are worse than the demon."

Victoria made Zhuang Mingge also fire. If it wasn't for the saints in his body, he was blocked. He now uses pure Sanli to teach this guy.

Speaking of Michael, Zhuang Mingge suddenly remembered that he seemed to have the mark of Lucifel, and because of this, Michael would choose to be a saint.

I don't know if I can use the power of Lucifer.

Probably impossible.

"Are you dumb? The villain."

Seeing that Zhuang Mingge was silent, Victoria had no brain disability to be ashamed of the other party being said to be ashamed. Instead, he raised his vigilance and thought that Zhuang Mingge was playing with tricks.

Hum. No matter what you play, I won't be fooled.

Who knows that Zhuang Mingge ignored her at all and turned away. Anyway, there were a lot of empty hotels in Moscow, and he could find another one. Zhuang Mingge was unwilling to live with these believers. It would make him goosebumps all over.

Victoria was also a little shocked. I didn't understand why Zhuang Mingge left so easily.

Zhuang Mingge left the hotel and walked for a while, and found an empty hotel. Zhuang Mingge cleaned a room and lived.

In the evening, Zhuang Mingge fell asleep, and the silent moonlight came in through the window.

A wonderful shadow shakes around Zhuang Mingge.

That is a very wonderful scene. It cannot be expressed in words.

The shadow becomes short and short, split, closes, and changes, but Zhuang Mingge has nothing to do. It seems that Zhuang Mingge will not wake up because of this, and the shadow is getting rampant.

It started dancing, dancing in the moonlight.

Such as a fairy, like the witch enchanting.

In the end, the wonderful scene lasted for an hour, and the shadow slowly saw it. After the night passed, Zhuang Mingge woke up and had a headache. It seemed to have a cold.

After discovering this strange phenomenon, Zhuang Mingge immediately woke up.

He is a magician, a collection of magic. This happens that it is definitely not naturally formed. It must have been cursed by a wonderful curse.

Zhuang Mingge checked his body, and soon discovered what happened in his shadow.

Zhuang Mingge grabbed it out of the shadow and found a red gem fragment. This fragment was eating Zhuang Mingge's magic. All night, Zhuang Mingge's magic almost fell to the lowest valley.

If you are sucked a little, Zhuang Mingge's body will collapse.

Zhuang Mingge controlled the dragon scale ring to supplement his magic. This time Zhuang Mingge only sucked the mental power of a small number of people, supplemented the magic of about 100,000, and then suddenly worked hard to squeeze the gem into crushing.

Zhuang Mingge thought for a long time, and could not remember when he was cursed, but there were probably guessing.

"Is it last night?" He murmured to himself.

Wandering in Moscow on this day, until there was no harvest at night, Zhuang Mingge came to a hotel again and lived.

Before going to bed, Zhuang Mingge was inlaid with several trigger magic around his surroundings. In addition, he also arranged several enchantments that blocked curses, and fell asleep at ease.

At twelve o'clock at night, the wonderful scenery happened again.

A shadow dances around Zhuang Mingge, as if the fairy's clothing dances dances, and it is like the witch's ecstasy dance.

The next morning, Zhuang Mingge woke up again and found that his face was pale.

He once again controlled the dragon scales to supplement his magic. Like yesterday, he grabbed a red gemstone from the shadow, which is exactly the same as yesterday's gem, but it seems to be a little bigger.
Chapter completed!