Chapter 1982: Deep Resentment
The cold beam of light refracted back and forth in the space, constantly erupting into powerful magic explosions. Bing Zhixie dodged and cast spells in the airflow of the magic explosions to protect himself. The adult silver moonlight dragon slowly raised its head, and a jet of dark blue fierce flames struck down. The range of the space was limited. The blue light curtain that hit the edge of the dragon's anger surged back, filling the entire fantasy space. Full.
"Uh ah..." Dense itching and stinging sensations were felt on his skin. Bing Zhixie was burned in the fierce flames. He could only resist it with the sealing shield, but the dragon flames radiated The remaining warmth penetrated the protection of the ice shell, causing the surface of his skin to show signs of decay, dullness, and cracks.
Strictly speaking, this was Bing Zhixie's first real battle against a dragon alone, a real one-on-one duel.
"Ice Love·Thousands of Arrows~!"
Magic versus magic, light beam versus ice arrow, the Moonlight Dragon let out a low breath, its demon-proof dragon scales remained motionless despite the thousands of blows from the ice arrow, and then a dragon-killing flame bomb hit the high-speed moving target.
Bang~! !
Bing Zhixie's dark blue flames were vibrating, and he fell to the ground. A burst of green smoke came out from his body: "Dragon-killing Flame Bomb, who are you looking down on!?" He slapped the ground with one hand, The man rushed up from the gap of the ejected beam, and ice chains condensed around him. Volume: "Ice Love..."
The Moonlight Dragon's eyes suddenly dispersed with a fierce light, and a huge formation emitting black magic flames buzzed on the ground, and countless shadow flames rushed from the formation. It started to burn Bing Zhixie's body and at the same time disintegrated the magic he was forming.
"Shadow Magic!" Bing Zhixie mentioned again that the magic power sank rapidly from the shadow flames. He felt that his magic power was being consumed violently, and at the same time he felt strange and familiar with the magic around him. Although this was his He had never mastered magic, but he was all too familiar with the power of manipulating shadows.
Seventeen or eight condensed beams exploded around him, and he was blasted into the sky by the shock wave. Although this condensed beam will eventually explode after multiple refractions, it has a certain ability to lock and track. As long as it is blasted once, it will Has been bombed continuously.
Bing Zhixie even exploded with bombs, and finally escaped from the range of the black array with air stepping. He pointed to the center of his eyebrows and activated his magic: "Field..."
Moonlight Dragon said in unison Roaring, the crystal clear and textured light filled the entire space...
In the garden outside the fantasy space, Putist was explaining something to the butler beside him.
“Do you have the guest list with you?”
"Yes, I always carry the list with me." The butler's left hand, which was wearing an emerald ring, flipped over and over, and a small book appeared in his palm. The name and gender of each guest were recorded in the book. Some of the names in it were not Real name, but still recorded in detail.
"Do the lists and people match up?" Putist was worried about the person speaking in the guest room, and he had to find out who that person was.
The housekeeper looked in the direction outside the venue, where the remaining people who had not participated in the Gate of Illusion were chatting. He said to the owner of the manor: "I have checked the guest list repeatedly before, and the number of people is consistent, but I can't guarantee the accuracy of the names. There are a lot of foreign guests in the manor this time, and many of them I don't know."
"Can you identify the suspicious person?" Putist knew that his butler had the ability to remember photographs, and only he could find the mysterious person among these people.
“I can only look for it.”
Pudtis nodded.
"Mr. Putist." Someone came down the steps and walked towards him.
Putiste greeted him with a smile: "It's Miss Quesiana." Quesiana looked solemn. Next to her was an oval-faced woman with deep nasolabial folds and a pair of dead fish. A middle-aged man with bright eyes. She stopped a few steps away and asked: "Mr. Putist, I would like to ask, is there a woman named Inaniga among the guests who came to your manor?"
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Putiste glanced at the butler behind him, who nodded: "There is a woman named Inaniga among the guests."
Quesiana's face became more gloomy.
Putiste realized there was a situation and asked: "Is there any dispute between you?"
Kisiana became a little overwhelmed and her voice was trembling when she wanted to speak. , as if there was something stuck in the throat, and even breathing became very unnatural.
The man with deep wrinkles said in a questioning tone: "Manor Master, don't you know that this woman is from the Prisoner's Gate? Not long ago, didn't you just say that your friend defeated ...That Di Kui?" When he said the words 'Prisoner's Gate', he found that Quesiana's whole body was tense, and every part of her body was trembling, as if she was suppressing the great pressure in her heart. Fear, his face turned pale.
Putiste glanced at the man, and the housekeeper from behind came up and whispered a few words in his ear. Putist said: "It turns out to be Mr. Mozdli of the Sun Dancer."
Mozdli said in a deep voice: "It used to be, but not now. Even before, I was just a guy who was not worth mentioning. Lord of the manor, we respect you, this is your manor, but there are some things that I cannot tolerate. "
Putiste said: "I understand what you mean. There is hatred between you, and this hatred is so great that it is irreconcilable." I hope If we do anything in the manor, it will not cause displeasure to you, the owner of the manor."
"Ha." Putist smiled and turned around: "Even if you were a sun dancer. "But I still advise you not to do such a thing."
Mozdli asked: "Is there more than one person here at the Prisoner's Gate, or does the manor owner not want me to use force here?"
Putist said: "Both."
Mozdli's face darkened: "Putist Manor is one of the top celebrity families in the mainland, how can such a filthy and evil person be allowed to stay in the manor? Black On the murder list, every member of the Prisoner’s Gate is on record!”
Putist said: "People in the world will have grudges to some extent. I also paid for the establishment of the black list, but the people who have been housed in my manor and the guests who have been here have killed people." There are more than one or two criminals and blacklists. My principle is simple: your hatred. It's your hatred. Even if there is a blood feud between you, you can still be a guest in the manor, and you can also be my friend. Now, no matter whether you are my friend or not, as a guest in the manor, as the master, I want to be kind. A word of advice to you two, if it’s just you You two, it’s best not to start a fight here, because the person who defeated the prisoner Di Kui is the same as the one you call Inaniga. Are you confident that your strength is better than that of Bodokashi Jie?”
< br>Mozdli was startled, this was something they never expected.
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(End of this chapter)