Chapter 230: (1/2)

”In that case, execute the order.” Bai Ji waved her hand, seeming to be thinking about finding some clothes to wear.

”His Royal Highness, take the liberty of being here.” .s. F Mu Xiaowan

”You have enough tempers?”

…Bai Ji didn't look back, but stopped.

”We're not having a temper.”

”It's the female cousin. When she chose to embrace us for the first time, whether she had a temper or a whim, this is the Bai Ji who you should think about to stop and quietly look at the stone and brick ceiling.

”...”.

”Why did your Royal Highness say this?” Xun was taken aback first, and then asked.

Bai Ji just smiled and shook her head, slowly leaned down, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

”We are obviously only taking advantage of the identity of ”blood princess” in order to gain convenience for ourselves.

”We are really despicable... However, in order to avoid inner torture, we have always attributed all this to the fault of the blood lineage. It is not until today that we found out after the incident became clear.

”The character that I don't shame is just my own nature. It has always been, and it has nothing to do with blood.” Bai Jicheng lay on her back in large print.

Bai Ji hates vampires, but now, with great sadness and loss, she unconsciously seems to regard Xun as a venting tree hole.

Yu remained silent, did not express his opinions, but listened very seriously, as a loyal listener.

Since when did you dare not face your heart directly? I don't remember the only thing that understands that a person who can't have a clear conscience is not worthy of being a knight.

At this moment, a slender hand broke into the field of vision and grabbed her hand.

”His Royal Highness, please follow me to D place

The fourth volume of the final chapter of the Asian cat tribe and the demon armor ~ parting is also the beginning

The wind blows the smoke and willows, the scorching sun outside the window is ripening, and after the flames are flying, the dust war has ceased.

The iron hoof stepped across the homeland, leaving behind the sacred land, a survivor who kept the dead soul alone.

Just like the wild grass that burns endlessly, a bit of vigorous greenery blooms in the ruined ruins, and the paraphrase begins to take root and shoots deep in the ruins of the harsh environment. In order to survive, continue to absorb nutrients. Through the huge rock above, usher in the dawn of night dreams.

As long as one's own breath survives, there is still the capital to fight on, and losing is just stepping into reincarnation.

Endless years, endless loneliness.

It is unwavering at all times, and finally ushered in the glory called hope.

Nolan City has changed, and it doesn't seem to have changed.

The streets and alleys are still old and dilapidated, like a refugee camp.

The private houses made up of jumbled wooden bricks and tiles look very shabby and simple.

The crooked, jagged buildings seem to be under-fed, and both the whole and the individual appear disorganized.

The noon sun is reflected on the broken bricks, but it gives a different kind of feeling.

The division of grass and trees has not changed, but the whole town seems to be full of vitality overnight.