Chapter 1450

When Mandela was at a loss, there was a whistling wind overhead.

Mandela looked up suspiciously, but saw a dark shadow in the sky. The shadow flies from the top floor of one building to the top floor of another building. It looks very natural and unrestrained... If the shadow notices that there is a wall in front of him, it will be more natural and unrestrained.

Unfortunately, the shadow seemed to be looking back in a certain direction and didn't notice the wall in front of him.

When the shadow felt something wrong, it was too late.

There was a violent collision sound, and the shadow fell from the sky with countless falling bricks and debris, hitting the ground heavily.

The falling place happened to be the bend of the alley, not far from Mandela.

Mandela hesitated and went to the corner to see how the man who landed from the sky was.

But when she looked out, she saw the shadow standing steadily like no one else, but there was a big pit on the ground.

The shadow was turning his back to Mandela and muttering, "it's not in line with my human aesthetics that he hit the wall again... If Fred knew, he would nag again. Well, no one should have noticed? Should he?"

When he was muttering, he seemed to feel something. He suddenly turned his head and looked into Mandela's eyes.

"There is really someone in this alley!"

Mandela looked at the man in front of him. He was tall and strong, with an ox horn helmet covering most of his face, wearing an open leather coat and showing his strong abdominal muscles. There is a faint totem on the body, with a wild primitive national style.

The most striking thing about this man is not the meandering ox horn helmet, but his left foot, which is empty and replaced by a sharp sickle.

Mandela can feel a sense of aggression just judging from his appearance.

Mandela unconsciously raised his vigilance to the highest level.

"Who are you? I don't seem to have seen you?" When tulas finished, he thought to himself that there were many people he had not seen, and he probably forgot even if he had seen them. This sentence was just a casual remark.

Mandela stepped back, his eyes cold: "what are you going to do?"

Her voice is low and dumb, not ugly, but her tone is very cold. I'm afraid anyone will have a sense of infiltration.

Tulas scratched his head in doubt and listened to the man's tone... "Don't you know me?"

Mandela's heart was awe inspiring. Is this man still a celebrity in this city?

Tulas looked at Mandela, his eyes changed, and there was a faint answer in his heart: "are you new?"

Tulas is very confident that no one knows him in Chuxin City, and he has a great reputation. Those who don't know themselves are either blind or new. There are no blind people in Chuxin City, so there is only one possibility of new people.

"What does it have to do with you?" Mandela snorted coldly and stepped back to a safe distance. She is a newcomer and hasn't figured out the situation here. It's not very wise to rush into conflict with the "local snake". Moreover, she is not the queen of the dead who calls the wind and rain in the black forest, but an ordinary person. If she really fights, it must be her own loss.

Tulas didn't think so much. After judging that he was a new man, he was tolerant of Mandela's signs of resistance: "it seems that you are indeed a new man. I am tulas, the Sheriff of Chuxin city. Since I met you, I naturally can't ignore you."

Newcomer, Chuxin City, sheriff tulas... Mandela captures the key words here. They are all strange.

Where the hell is she?

Mandela frowned, took a few steps back again and said cautiously, "where is Chuxin city and why am I here?"

"Well, you look as if you don't know anything. Didn't the person who led you tell you anything?" Tulas had some doubts. When other newcomers entered the city of first heart, Fred would say some information more or less. But this woman seems to know nothing?

What's going on? Fred's lazy?

Tulas's eyes lit up. If Fred was really lazy, does that mean he caught Fred's pigtail? Does that mean... He won't be prosecuted for damaging the wall and the ground this time?

Tulas looked happy: "it doesn't matter if you don't know. Come with me first and I'll take you to register."

Tulas stepped forward and tried to hold Mandela.

But Mandela's reaction was a step faster than him. She was always vigilant. Seeing that tulas seemed to move, she immediately turned and ran.

Mandela's reaction speed was very fast, but after all, she was just an ordinary person at this time, but her movement speed was much worse than that of tulas. She was caught by tulas just after running a few steps.

"Let go of your hand!" Mandela looked at tulas coldly and hated in her heart. Why is this body so weak?

Tulas ignored her and grabbed her and walked out of the alley: "don't run around. If you meet that SABEL bastard who claims to be the captain of urban defense, you'll be finished."

Tulas dragged Mandela and muttered bad words about SABEL.

Mandela's face was a little angry and red. He threw it hard. He even attacked tulas, but he still didn't break free from the shackles.

Perhaps Mandela struggled too hard. Tulas explained, "don't worry, I'm a sheriff and won't do anything to you."

Mandela will not trust anyone, even if the other party claims to be a sheriff, until he determines where this is and whether there is danger.

Mandela sneered: "at first, a man who claimed to be a princess sold me to human traffickers, not to mention you're just a sheriff. Who knows what secret activities there are."

Mandela regretted after saying that, and didn't know why he suddenly impulsively said this sentence?

Sure enough, was it because she was too weak? Damn angel, why did you turn her back into a soul!

When he heard Mandela's mockery, Thurston looked at Mandela.

After a long time, when Mandela felt a little uncomfortable, tulas said with pity: "sure enough, all the Royal dignitaries are scum. Don't worry, you won't encounter that dangerous situation in Chuxin city again."

"Aren't you a powerful man yourself?" Mandela quipped.

Tulas nodded solemnly: "of course not. I just came to Chuxin city to play."

When tulas finished, he muttered, "I don't want to be locked up in the Church of the dead by angel every day."

Mandela was stunned. She seemed to hear angel's name from the man's mouth? What did he just say?

Mandela was a little depressed. She just focused on how to escape and didn't listen to tulas carefully. What the hell did he say about angel?

Mandela hesitated. Why don't you ask directly?

But before Mandela could speak, she was dragged out of the alley by tulas. People came and went outside. Mandela only felt that she was stared at by countless people, and the curiosity in her heart was instantly replaced by discomfort.

Mandela began to struggle again, shouting with a throat: "let go of me!"

Tulas didn't care about other people's eyes. He walked on the road, still holding Mandela's wrist tightly.

Before taking a few steps, tulas seemed to see something and suddenly ran.

Mandela was still in his hand. In order not to fall to the ground, Mandela had to run with tulas. While running, Mandela couldn't help yelling.

But tulas turned a deaf ear and pursued the goal ahead.

When Mandela felt that there were seven meat and eight vegetables in her body, tulas stopped.

Mandela panted and looked up, but there was a tall man in front of tulas. The man looks very handsome and masculine, wearing a soft armor and a long sword at his waist. He looks majestic.

The new man looked expressionless, but there was a sense of urgency in his eyes. He seemed to have something to do in a hurry.

"Tulas, what are you doing?"

"I heard you're going to play the second game. I'm here to help you train." Tulas grabbed each other's shoulders with a good face and complained like a grievance: "how can you just go to SABEL? You would have come to me before."

"Every time I come, you don't know where to go. You have to find SABEL Knight... About training. I'll talk about it later. I have something to find Fred now." With that, he bypassed tulas and looked at the tower not far away.

Tulas hurried to catch up. Mandela breathed hard and was dragged away again.

"I have something to find Fred, too." Tulas said and followed him: "you look in a hurry. What are you looking for Fred to do?"

Asked why, Leon's expression was slightly strange. He sighed: "nothing, just want to ask about angel."

"What happened to him?" Tulas wondered.

Lyon shook his head and said, "I just heard a rumor. I want to find Fred to verify it."

Tulas wanted to continue asking, but Lyon stopped talking and looked at Mandela dragged by tulas: "who is she?"

Tulas glanced back at Mandela. I don't know when Mandela didn't struggle anymore, but followed him silently. However, if you look carefully, you will find Mandela's ears moving slightly.

"A newcomer, I don't know what's going on here. I'm going to take her to register. I'll go to Fred and ask him for guilt!" Tulas looked heroic when he said the last few words.

Lyon was full of disbelief: "I heard earlier that you destroyed the statue in the memorial square yesterday, and it would be good if Fred didn't ask you for guilt."

"That's me... I wasn't careful." Tulas's tone weakened for a moment: "by the way, who did you listen to? It shouldn't be SABEL bastard who likes to chew his tongue behind his back?"

Leon shook his head: "SABEL Knight never the length of Taoist."

Tulas's expression collapsed: "do you mean I'm a Taoist?"

Lyon shook his head and didn't want to entangle on this issue. Instead, he said, "well, I just heard a rumor. It seems that there is a loud noise over the Ocean theater, and the wall seems to be broken. Shouldn't it be..."

Tulas coughed, "it's none of my business."

Leon looked at tulas's expression and seemed to understand something.