Chapter 232 (1/2)

Holloway put on the blindfold again, and monak put some rabbits in his pocket again. They were all ready.

One of the most recent highlights is in London. Since there may be mages or warlocks on the other side who may counter space magic, there is a risk that several people will be lost in the turbulence of time and space when using the portal.

So Su Ming followed monak's advice and decided to go out and find a car.

Quiet, no magic wave, the most safe.

The sorcery just now shows that namo is here, but it may be a man of the same name and surname, a trap of the enemy, or a ”fragment” of namo.

So they need to walk around the street for the prince of magic to find some clues.

”Can we return our sense of smell after we go out? Five senses are very important in combat. ” Su Ming went to the door and inquired about it.

”Of course, I understand that agility and insight are equally important to warriors and mages. I haven't started with anyone for a long time, and I will cancel my breath holding magic later.”

Su Ming walked through the dark pattern carpet, felt the water vapor outside the house, opened the door, then froze for a second, closed the door again and drew back.

”What's the matter?” Holloway was almost trampled on by Su Ming, and he stepped back a few steps.

Su Ming tilted his head and rubbed the chin position of the mask with his hand: ”I saw a person I didn't want to see. He shouldn't have come...

” was it wrong to see someone you knew in London? ” Asked Holloway.

”Wrong, hope.” Su Ming opened the door a crack, peeped out and quickly closed: ”yes, it's not an illusion, he really appeared.”

Monak frowned and raised his stick: ”is it the enemy?”

”Well, it's not, and it's a relative.” Su Ming thought for a moment. What did this guy come out for? Do you have nothing to do?

Holloway seemed to understand something. He looked up and sighed. He patted Su Ming on the shoulder and comforted him, ”I know, it's the kind of relatives who are particularly difficult to deal with, right? It's like I come home every Christmas and always see my aunt Molly. I'm almost 30 years old this year, and I still have no way to deal with her... But I always have to face it, don't I? ”

”Yes, since the relatives will meet, but the time is too much ahead of time, some accidents.” Su Ming pricked his teeth and felt some egg pain: ”by the way, monak, do you have the kind of magic that can shorten people's small Ding Ding?”

”Er... No, but if you want, I can arrange voodoo rituals to make the enemy feel no part of his body through a long curse.”

”Good, then I have a trump card to deal with him...”

he opened the door, raised his umbrella and strode out. At this time, a figure in the street was fighting with the typhoon.

”Audience friends, I'm the front reporter's valedictorian. I'm broadcasting for you in the hell of London!”

He was wearing his trademark black and red uniform. His two knives were inserted in the asphalt pavement, holding the handle of the knife with both hands. The whole person was flying like a colored flag in the wind, and was slowly dragged back by the wind. The double knives left two deep grooves on the road surface, and the soil below was turned out.

”At this time, a typhoon from outer space is fighting with me. The wind in the center is as high as thousands of kilometers per second! If you're not as strong as I am, you'd better not go out today! See the Big Ben over there? It's coming across! ”

His head turned to one side, and the strong wind made his face deform, but he still spoke to the nonexistent ”audience”.

He turned his head to look at the direction of the street, as if there was really some invisible typhoon monster coming. He suddenly felt a little itchy in his nostrils, and he wanted to take out his nose.

”Oh, the strong wind makes my rhinitis relapse. It's really terrible fighting capacity. Let's advance to a section of advertisement!”

Then he released one hand, intended to lift the headgear and pull out his nostrils. Then he found a pair of black and yellow metal boots in front of him.

A masked man in metal armor, holding a black umbrella, was looking down at him with one scarlet eye.

The strong wind makes the nearby garbage fly quickly, but the owner of the armor is still. He can't see the expression of the comer, but he must be as happy as he is?