Chapter 257 (1/2)
”Well, it's a nice day for a date.”
Lin Lang went out of the task, stretched her waist in the sun, and a mass of dark things roared at her chest.
Lin Lang bent down and dusted the nonexistent dust on her skirt.
”Pa --”
the coal ball once again perfectly performs the professional posture of sticking to the wall with life.
”Why, fat boy, you are here!”
Its owner is pretending to sigh.
The coal ball is crying, the owner is really too bad, do not give it a hug of love even if, now also make up his own mind to change its name.
It decided that this time from the neighbor little princess to get noble Royal custom limited edition dried fish, it should be hidden under the bed, not to the master smell!
”You're on duty late?”
Lin Lang looked up the information of her friends and showed a honey smile.
Oh, she definitely doesn't want to do anything. She just wants to meet her friends in the temple and Saint dress. Gao Leng is a goddess of ice and snow. Can you feel it every minute?
You went to the magic world late, and was very resistant to outsiders. I don't know if it was malicious or not, and sent her directly to the jurisdiction of the dark temple.
In order to cover up his identity as a black family, Lin Lang knocked out the dark saint on the way to travel. He put on the holy girl's Cloak of symbolic status and led a group of believers back to the dark temple.
In this world, light and darkness are antagonistic to each other, and the struggle has fallen into a white hot stage, and there are almost endless battles, known as ”great chaos” in history. In such a fashion, the dark temple suddenly gave death to the hair of a beautiful letter.
Yes, it's a blatant love letter.
Yes, there are some rare black roses in the letter.
It's It's your wool!
What admires the bright saint's demeanor for a long time, recently can't eat, the night does not sleep specially painful specially sad.
If you have time to visit the dark temple, I will take you to see the stars, the moon and my new poem.
What
Abducting children?
It's shameless and vulgar!
After watching it, the man who was the first knight under the virgin of light was so angry that he said to the pope with a black face, ”Shu thinks that this is a provocation of the dark temple, and intends to humiliate my bright virgin. Please give me your order and wish to fight for the glory of the temple and the virgin!”
In the dark, what did the bishop think of in the dark? Is this the dark temple's counterattack against the further expansion of the temple of light believers in Aram?
”Tut, why bother? I'm here, knight. You're welcome.” The languid female voice sounded from the door, and a woman in a black cloak walked in. The hood covered most of her face, and the flaming red lips slightly raised could be seen.
When did she break through the defense line of their temple of light?
But no one can break the rose fortress created by the virgin!
”You? The dark virgin? ” Knight male Lord a face of deep hatred, block in the front of the bright saint, ”you don't want to hurt the saint half point!”
”Eh?” The dark virgin tilted her head. ”I thought my letter was clear enough.”
The Knights almost blew up, and the ordinary noble culture was all hell.
”Asshole, you still have the face to say -”
there is no way to abduct his Saint!
Her smile deepened. ”Compared with that, the saint is on, you don't plan to give me the light of love?”
What?
Still the light of love?
Go to hell!
The ignored knight was furious, and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, which made her dare to speak again and cut her with a sword.
”You're fooling around again...”
The saint of light is also wearing a snow-white cloak. Her silver hair falls down on her ankle. Her face, carved like snow, has a pair of golden pupils, just like the bright sun.
She seemed to have a headache and pressed her temples.
The Pope looks very strange. The saint has always been the embodiment of perfect etiquette, and her every move is a model. This expression of ”I can't do anything with you, a little bastard”, reveals a subtle sense of indulgence.
God of light, the old man can't be stimulated at such an age!
”Come here.”
The bright virgin raised her hand and said, ”don't you tell me that you were stabbed by the rose outside the hall?”
Lin Lang ran up with a smile and didn't make a detour. She said to the knight, ”excuse me, could you please make way? The saint will give me the light of love. ”
The knight was shocked.
No, it can't be true!
Three months later, the temple of light and the temple of darkness reached a contract, in their respective spheres of influence, the well water did not invade the river, and the great cooperation in the first real sense in the history of magic, also known as the ”double Shengyao era”.The knight's face was dull.