Chapter 168 Alice
shed tears and scolded the blind little magician. After that, Old Man Gal felt much more comfortable in his heart. He was already angry because he lost the bet and had to come here to receive those geniuses. What can the little magician do if he gets angry at himself?
But I have been studying this strange alchemical device in front of me for several days, but I still can't get started. Every structure of it is very simple, but what can happen when these simple structures are combined together to be so big? What about strength?
I don’t know where that old guy Moore got it from. This makes me, an alchemist master, blush. There has been no progress for so long. Old Man Gal feels that he will never dare to go to the Fourth Holy Tower again.
"Humph, the old man still doesn't believe it!" After another long time with no progress, Old Man Gal was going to open this thing first and take a good look inside.
"You idiot, do you know that doing this will completely destroy this pistol!"
A curse came from above Gal's head, accompanied by spittle stars flying in the sky.
Um? Gal raised his head with doubts. For many years, he had always cursed others, and no one had dared to scold him. Therefore, this sudden move made Gal stunned.
But above the head, the curses continued: "What's wrong? What about you? Why are you stunned? How can you use brute force to disassemble this kind of weapon? You don't understand at all! Come, take a good look at how this thing is supposed to be played. !"
The one who cursed was Sith. At this time, he reached out and took the magic pistol and began to disassemble it smoothly.
Gal reacted. This is the little magician just now. He dared to scold me. You are seeking death. He was about to have a seizure, but he was immediately attracted by the dazzling disassembly in the hands of Sith.
He simply couldn't imagine that this complex alchemy product called a pistol would be so simple in the opponent's hands. He didn't need to think at all, and the opponent just turned it into a pile of parts.
Old Man Gal lowered his head and looked at it. The pile of parts didn't look damaged at all, but it wasn't over yet.
Sith said again: "Watch it, I will put it back for you, so you don't have to say that I destroyed your things!" As he said, Sith moved his hand again, reloaded the magic pistol, and placed it with a bang. on the table in front of the old man.
Old Man Gal didn't say anything. He picked up the model of the magic pistol and held it in his hand for a long time. He didn't see any difference from before. After thinking about it, he raised his head and said, "Little friend, you just did it too fast." Come on, slow down, slow down, let me take a good look at the old man."
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In the distance, the Flame Hand's eyes were already looking straight, and when Sith cursed Old Man Gal, the Flame Hand's heart went cold. He felt that Sith was dead. No one had dared to scold him like this in front of him for who knows how many years. It had always been this old man who scolded others.
But soon, things developed beyond the expectations of the Flame Hand. Old Man Gal was not angry, but spoke to the Sith in a tone of consultation. The two of them were actually there, in the First Holy Tower. The discussion next to it is in full swing!
Not only was the Flame Hand dumbfounded, but also the magicians passing by were dumbfounded. Old Man Gar was a well-known figure in the First Holy City, and he was having a lively discussion with a first-level magician there at this moment!
And the most important thing is that the first-level magician actually yelled at Old Man Gal before, but Old Man Gal was not angry, and there was no trace of displeasure on his face!
This is really weird...
Just as many magicians in the Holy City looked straight at the discussion between Sith and Old Man Gal, three magicians walked over slowly.
The leader is a middle-aged magician wearing a purple robe. His face is calm and intimidating, and his whole body carries an extremely strong evil spirit. He holds a magic wand in his right hand. On the head of the wand is a pure purple gem. It was like a ball of compressed thunder.
Behind this middle-aged magician, two magicians, a man and a woman, followed. The male magician had an arrogance on his face that could not be concealed. He seemed to have the arrogance of the protagonist of heaven and earth, and it was also purple magic. robe, his eyes narrowed from time to time, scanning the surroundings.
As for the female magician, she was wearing an aqua blue magic robe. The large magic robe could not hide her exquisite figure, but her beautiful face was filled with endless coldness, just like the eternal coldness in the far north of the magician continent. Like frozen ice, there is no smile at all, only the endless cold.
Especially those eyes, as if they were filled with endless death intentions, extremely indifferent, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to themselves!
These two people are none other than Alice, who came to participate in the Holy Tower Qualification Battle, and the direct descendant of Lord Thunder, Thunder!
Lei Ming looks very handsome, but there is a hint of sinisterness in his narrow eyes for no reason. After looking around, he found that many magicians were looking forward, so he subconsciously looked forward!
A young man with flaxen hair was having a heated argument with an old man with sparse white hair, and the eyes of the magicians around them were on these two people.
"Angele Sith!" Lei Ming gritted his teeth and said these words. He had doubts when he heard that the winner of the Fourth Holy Tower was Sith, because it was almost impossible. Yes, how long has it been? He had just been promoted. Although his speed was already very fast, it was still nothing in Lei Ming's eyes. How could he win the battle of the Holy Tower just after being promoted!
But now, the other party is just standing there, and he is talking passionately to the old man next to him, which makes Lei Ming's face feel hot and painful!
Alice didn't know what Lei Ming was looking at, so she also raised her head and looked forward. When she saw it, her beautiful eyes suddenly froze.
This is the person I have thought of countless times, his voice, his arbitrary way of doing things, and of course, his domineering presence outside the inheritance space... But how could the other party
appear here? This is the First Saint. Tower, but this also made Alice, who originally thought the two would never meet, feel happy, this enemy!
Lei Ming turned his head with hatred and immediately noticed something was wrong with Alice. His face, which was as cold as frost, melted, especially those eyes, where the sweetness seemed to overflow!
Alice was so beautiful at this time, but Lei Ming felt more and more connected to the Sith, because this kind of beauty was not for him, but for the Sith, and had nothing to do with him.
Taking a deep breath, Lei Ming's face showed that vicious look again. He turned to Alice and said, "I'm glad to see your little lover, but don't forget that you are now You are from the Lei Ming family, you are my Lei Ming’s fiancée!”
“Don’t look at that boy who has come so far and can participate in the battle for the Holy Tower. In the eyes of our Lei Ming family, he is still worse than a pig. He is I can crush an ant to death whenever I want, do you know?"
Alice lowered her head after hearing this, and when she raised it again, her overflowing smile had disappeared, and she said in a low voice, "I know, You don't need to remind me again and again, I know what to do."
Lei Ming nodded with satisfaction and said: "That's good, you remember, now is the same as before, your performance determines whether I will kill that boy or not!"
Alice He nodded and then turned in another direction.
No one noticed that at the moment Alice turned her head, two lines of clear tears fell slowly. Under the afterglow of the setting sun in the First Holy City, they were extremely crystal clear...
Wangqing is working hard to write, don’t go away.
(End of chapter)