Light and Darkness by Pitt Michael (ebook reader with android os .TXT) 📕

sometimes flying in the air, the figure draws a mysterious arc. Fengyue twirled around the headed zombie lord, and sometimes even suddenly flew off the ground, leaping over the top of his head, and then as if being pulled by an invisible giant palm, slammed on the ground behind it, smoothly Split the arm of a zombie lord who can't escape it. Looking at Fengyue's trajectory, I just feel uncomfortable.

The zombie lord headed by 　　 was totally beaten. Although it was only marked by two inches at most, all the zombie lords around him were cut down by Fengyue one by one. As for the zombie warriors, they have already escaped, and ordinary zombies have burrowed back into their hiding burrows and will only tremble in the soil.

　　 Fengyue appeared in front of the headed zombie lord and stood still. All zombies around have been cleaned up.

Fengyue suddenly frantically slashed his head towards the zombie lord, and it raised his arm to hold it. This knife exhausted Fengyue's full strength and cut off a long piece of muscle on the zombie lord's arm. However, Fengyue was also uncertain, staggering forward a few step. The zombie lord seized the opportunity and immediately swept towards Fengyue. Fengyue didn't seem to see the palm of the hand, and he did not shy away. He pulled back the knife with all his strength. The tip of the sickle hooked heavily into the back of the zombie lord, and inserted it into a depth of half a foot. However, this injury was nothing to the zombie lord. It slapped on Fengyue's breastbone. In the sound of Kaka, Fengyue's bone debris flew, and the three ribs could not stand such a strong force and broke.

Fengyue suddenly grabbed the sickle handle with his left hand, and his right hand became a grip. His hand bones, no, it can't be said to be a hand bone at this moment, but has been covered with a layer of black, shiny metal material, like the devil's right hand . She whistled and inserted a rotted wood into her right hand, deeply inserted into the chest of the zombie lord. The zombie lord wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move on the tip of the sickle, and could only watch Fengyue's right hand sinking into his chest.

　　 Fengyue held the zombie lord's heart, and gently stroked it, then tightened his hand, slammed it, and crushed it.

　　The storm finally passed. Although Lilith was young and energetic, she was also very tired at this moment, and she was deep in sleep. Roger lay quietly on the bed, enjoying the relaxation after indulgence.

　　 On the site that had just fought, Feng Yue stood alone among the corpses in one place.

　　 After a moment, Fengyue turned and left, as if the gray fog was also afraid of her momentum, and spread out automatically. After Fengyue stepped into the fog, the fog closed again behind her.

　　Roger sat up from the bed and slowly put on his clothes. Lilith turned over, facing inward, as if she were asleep. Roger gently stroked her hair and wrapped it around her fingers for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, and the cloak was standing on the floor. Lilith's back shook slightly, Roger looked at the beautiful curve of her back and sighed lightly.

　　 Although the girl was obsessed with him, in Rogge's heart, she was just a post on the journey.

"Lisha, I will leave here early tomorrow morning. You... you don’t want to stay here anymore, the territory of the Rivers family will soon be in turmoil. You take your grandfather...hey. Grandpa, let’s go to Lille. I’ll leave you some money. Be careful on the way.”

　　 Lilith didn't look back and said softly, "I'm so tired, I want to sleep for a while. If you want to go, please be lighter, don't wake me up."

　　Roger hesitated for a while, Lilith could not help crying: "You go, go! Why do you have to wait for me to cry! Go!" Roger sighed and went out.

　　As soon as the sky was bright, Roger took the knights on his way home.

　　 He galloped up a hillside by the road, silently looking at the town and Rivers house in the morning mist. Winter morning is the coldest time of the day, and the wind comes with a wet mist and pierces mercilessly into the collar of the knights. Some dragons and beauty knights have been cursing this abominable wet weather in a low voice.

　　Robsky stepped forward and asked, "Sir, can't we just go this way? Do you want a villain..." Then, he made a wave of a downward motion.

Rogge pondered for a moment and said fiercely: "Of course you can't do that. You bring a few people to stay, and tonight we will castrate Brown's two sons! Be sure to clean your hands and feet! Rivers bloodline? Hey. Also, if Lilith moves away from the town, ask two people to protect them along the way, and don’t let some thieves succeed."

　　 After the arrangement, Roger stared quietly at the still-sleeping town. For a moment, he pulled out a broken piece of white nightdress, which seemed to have the faint fragrance of the girl on it. He smiled bitterly, his fingers loose, and the skirt was blown down the hill, hanging on a branch.

　　 Until the sun rises, the morning mist will disperse, Rogge galloped away, and never looked back.

　　 Soon after, a small white hand removed the skirt from the branch, and an old voice came from a worn carriage in the road: "Lilith, why stopped suddenly?"

　　 "It's okay, Grandpa! Woo... The wind is so strong, my eyes hurt. When we arrive in Lille, everything will be fine. We have never been to such a big city..."

 

 

Latent tide

While Roger was still on his way to Lille City at night, he was carefully dressing himself up. This year, dark blue is a fashionable color among nobles, and he also specially ordered a dark blue cloak. Under the cloak is a beautiful dark green mail armor. The golden piping shows the young age of the master. Combined with the magician's logo on the cape corner, the identity of Et Mo Wu Shuang Xiu is ready to come out.
　　 The two-handed giant sword has also been remade, and several smooth golden patterns extend from the hilt to one-third of the sword body. This newly added pattern has no special function at all, it is simply beautiful. Fiss couldn't stop sighing when he made it to him, and finally received two hundred gold coins from Ett. After Roger’s armor ‘Reincarnation’ and the battle axe ‘Bound Soul’ were completed, Fiss set a rule. All bosses, big and small, of the ‘Hammer of War’, must pay to build equipment. Of course, it is just the cost. If you don’t want to pay, you can deduct it directly when paying dividends.

　　Ete carefully sorted out his clothes and put a little perfume behind his ears. It is said that this "Kadi Lanshi" perfume can provoke the most indifferent woman, so it is extremely expensive. Et used 30 gold coins, and only bought a small bottle. It was less than the critical moment of the limelight on weekdays, and he was absolutely reluctant to use it. But tonight is different, Isabella finally promised him to have dinner, so that Ett's heart that had been in the flowers for a long time was also excited.

　　 Ever since Fog was pulled to the hammer of God of War, Isabella no longer had to clean Et's room, which made Et distressed and could not offend the eccentric temper. Only when Isabella went to church for help three times a week, she could seize the opportunity and continue to harass. Now that success is expected, how could he not prepare well.

　　It was still too early to watch the sky, and Et took care of her face carefully in front of the mirror. The man in the mirror is tall and handsome, with some roughness, and there is a light scar on his left face, which adds a little charm, and his lips are slightly thicker, but it does not matter, it looks more manly. Ete was very satisfied with his appearance. The only dissatisfaction was that the time passed too slowly. He walked around the room, posing in front of the mirror from time to time to check whether he was really tall and handsome.

　　 It was difficult for the night to fall, and Ett immediately ran to the door happily, calling the servant to prepare the horse loudly, and then the sound of the hoof was clear and gone.

An inconspicuous coach stopped at the door of a very luxurious hotel. The waiter at the door was clearly trained and still greeted with enthusiasm. The action of pulling the door was very elegant, and the range of bowing was not less. Half a minute. A person of low stature wearing a black hooded cape got out of the car, looked at the hotel and the waiter, and smiled with satisfaction: "This'Helen' hotel will always be so comfortable! Last time I came It was still half a year ago."

There were two others coming out of the car. The first one had short blonde hair, blue and gray eyes deep and quiet, and the man behind was straight and rare shawl black hair, with a handsome face and even a bit of devilishness. The eyes looked like the night sky at first glance. Black, carefully observed to reveal the deep blue. These two people are Kate and Franco. After the achievement of the divine fighting spirit, Kate's entire temperament has also changed.

"Bishop Hart, since arriving in Lille, the brothers have had little surplus in their hands. Now that the hammer of God of War is doing well, they dare to ask Bishop Hart to come out and describe it. If it weren't for Helen, it was generally small How does the place deserve the status of Bishop Hart?" Franco said intimately.

　　 The man in the cloak was Bishop Gennad Hart, who had given honors to the nobles of the nobles and drenched the holy water. Under the guidance of the waiter, the three went straight to the fifth floor and found a quiet little room and sat down.

　　 This room is slightly smaller, but it is facing the most prosperous neighborhood of Lille City. Looking out from the window, it is full of bright lights and very lively. The house is in a retro style. Tables, chairs, and tableware are decorated with complicated and gorgeous patterns. Fortunately, there are few furnishings in the house. There are only one table and four chairs, and a cabinet with outerwear, so it does not appear crowded. On the wall hangs a work of a master painter in his old age, which is of course a copycat. In the eyes of experts such as Franco, this imitation has won the charm of this master, and it is of great value, but in the eyes of Bishop Kate and Gennad Hart, this painting is just some inexplicable pile of color blocks. It’s just together.

　　Under the carpet of the cabin, there is a small magic circle