Chapter 2467： Witch of the Duke of Rose (9)

Chapter 2467 Witch of the Duke of Rose (9)

The bishop reached out and held the magic bracelet, and the cold eyes under the hood were a little more awe.

"Although I don't know the adult, why is it in a room with a black magical atmosphere, but this is not something we can ask."

Immediately said to the class: "Yes, I know."

Bishop: "After going back, report the situation to the Pope. No one can bother there without further instructions."

Take a few steps.

The bishop frowned and felt unsafe. "No, don't bother with the area around the house."

That adult is not only practicing light magic.

If black magic is touched by others, it may move the taboo of the bright church.

But if it is that adult, then everything must give way to him.

After all, even the Bright Church was built by his family.

Even the current pope is from the subordinates of the Rose family.

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Bai Weiwei shrunk in the cupboard, because the time is a bit long, she can't stand her bored.

Start yawning.

Then she leaned on the body of Xia and licked his chest like a well-behaved kitten.

The incomparable shackles are in his warm arms, and he seems to sleep and sleep.

Beautiful and delicate teenagers, such as puppets, have no movement.

But the gray-purple eyelids, but calmly and half-down, stared at the white Wei Wei who was daring.

Although he does not reject her breath.

Nor does it mean that he likes to be touched by people.

I thought that there was a fanatical madman before, and I didn’t want to meet him.

Although he only touched his clothes, he was beaten by his magic.

But still disgusting him.

In the future, he will not wear the clothes together with the models.

If it is his normal state, this little witch dare to touch him.

Dreaming is faster.

In the cold eyes of the Duke of Rose, there was a cold sarcasm.

Wait until the people of the Church of Light, breaking the house.

Grab the little witch.

Bringing him back to the Church of Light and drinking the holy water of the Pope is estimated to accelerate the refining of the Dragon Power.

At that time, he would go to the cell in person and kill the shameless little witch.

The result waits, etc. He has already smelled the familiar light magic.

At least the atmosphere of a district bishop.

That's right, I definitely know him.

The black magic of this room is so obvious that the bishop can definitely see it.

Then... gone?

Xia was silent, and she just left.

As a bishop, even the dark magic of the house can not see, is the assessment too lax, or the back door is too embarrassing?

The little witch does not seem to know that the people outside are gone.

Still huddled in his arms, trying to get a little protection.

If she didn't fall asleep, he convinced himself.

When she was so dangerous, she fell asleep?

Xia's twilight is colder, cold like a purple jewel, and it's a stunning brilliance.

He even shrinks into a dilapidated, cheap wardrobe.

Like a corpse, holding a witch in his arms, he can't move.

This is definitely the most embarrassing time of his life.

Just as Xia’s perception of this place has dropped further, the feeling of goodwill has to be brushed down again.

A shattering cry, like a little milk cat murmured, rang softly on his chest.

Xia’s sight could not move.

Just think that this weak crying, licking his ears.

What are you crying for?

Just so scared?

I have never seen such a weak, so awkward, so unharmable witch.

(End of this chapter)