She will die if she doesn't soar

Chapter 683

Not so long ago, there were six magicians who called themselves free-flying birds.

From the 130-storey hotel platform, I jumped off without riding a broom.

Magicians are recognized as a cultivator breed with strong long-range attack strength and crispy progress attack "strength".

Jumping from such a high building, there is no need to think about the consequences, there are six lumps of meat on the ground.

After this incident, the loss of the ghost cannot be concealed at all.

All the monks know that the Magicians Guild has lost a ghost that can tamper with the memories of at least six great magisters at the same time.

All the monks whose cultivation level was equated with the level of the great magister were all blown up.

Being able to tamper with the memory of the great magister means tampering with theirs. Isn't this enough to panic?

For a while, all the monks, no matter what their purpose was, came to the Magician Guild to seek justice.

The originally lively and festive party suddenly became overcast and full of excitement.

The president of the Magician's Guild spread out his hands in a gesture of surrender, and comforted everyone anxiously.

"Please listen to my explanation.

Things are not as serious as everyone imagined. "

When it comes to his own life, other monks are not used to him.

Immediately, someone shouted: "Now that everyone is dead, why don't you say it's serious?

Do you have to wait until we are all dead before your Magicians Guild will feel happy? "

A monk next to him also responded with righteous indignation: "That's right!

I heard that it was because your son had a dispute with others and his own strength was not good enough that he released that ghost.

Now I want to push four, five, six, how can there be such a good thing? "

A middle-aged nun said: "It is true.

If there is a problem with our life safety because of your son, how will you solve it? "

The sentiment is exciting.

Questioning one after another, the president of the Magician's Guild broke into a cold sweat.

This is all questioned by people from their Magicians Guild, and at most he will take the blame and resign.

Give up all your own interests, and others will have nothing to say.

But people in other associations didn't care whether he was the president of the association or not.

If you don't give a satisfactory answer, everyone will definitely not give up.

The president of the Magicians Guild wiped the cold sweat from his head with his gorgeous sleeve robe.

With a calm tone, he tried to comfort him: "We have tried our best to find a way to find the ghost.

But this is not something that happens overnight.

I know everyone cares about their own safety.

Because of this, we should work together now to think of an effective way to find this ghost as soon as possible.

Only in this way can we solve the difficulties in front of us. "

The vampire king had a gloomy face.

He raised his chin and looked at him nonchalantly, exuding an aura that I am very powerful and you are all ants.

He said in a disdainful tone: "The president of the Magician's Guild is a bit whimsical.

Just based on your words, I want all the monks to gather together to do white work for you.

What a big face!
Looking for a ghost, such a lowly and humble thing, forgive us blood races for disdain to participate. "

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back, without showing any face to anyone present.

The head of the Bright Knights smacked his tongue beside him, thinking, this group of old guys, as always, except me, everyone in the world is an ant.

If this was normal, he would definitely step forward to scold the vampire king for being defiant, so why pretend?

But because of the incident between the two of them a few days ago, he "initiated".

The head of the Knights of Light is still guilty.

A few days ago, it was hard to appease those vampires, and he didn't want to start another dispute.

So, he turned his head decisively and waited for the president of the Magicians Guild to give an explanation, commonly known as waiting for a reward.

The president of the Magician's Guild has been wiping his sweat profusely, using the greatest patience in his life to conduct friendly discussions with everyone.

Feng Xiaoxiao's side.

Everyone has already listened to various briefings.

On an electronic version, tick the roles you want.

Pretty

Powerful

rich

Feng Xiaoxiao felt that with these three things, even with the most bloody script, her life would not be too bad.

She poked around to see what Yi Shuihan had chosen.

It is clear that Yi Shuihan chose
broccoli
Snacks

prince charming

Feng Xiaoxiao:? ? ?

She felt that Yi Shuihan's mind might be out of control, otherwise it would be impossible to choose such a weird mark.

She went to Hua Yuebai who was not far away, and saw him choose:
popular with dogs

flowing blonde hair

Have a pair of eyes that teach people to never forget

Feng Xiaoxiao: ...

Is it because she doesn't play games often, so her choices are so commonplace?
Or are boys so unique in their choice of personalities?

He stretched out his head and glanced at Xu Ying in front of him.

justice

hard

rather than bend

Compared with the previous two people, Feng Xiaoxiao felt that his choice could barely be considered a normal person.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, he simply stopped looking at other people's.

She is afraid that her psychological endurance is too poor, and she will doubt life after seeing too many people.

It didn't take a while.

The director of the game hall smiled and said to everyone: "Very well, since everyone has finished learning, please put on your helmet.

Our game has officially started! "

No one in the room thought much, put on the helmet and fell into trance.

Feng Xiaoxiao only felt his eyes go dark, and then lost consciousness.

At the same time, the Wizards Guild has negotiated compensation for everyone.

And it was proposed that if anyone can find this ghost, they will give a high bonus.

A soul ecstasy envoy stepped forward unceremoniously, and said in a gloomy tone: "Finding this ghost is not a problem.

As long as you have something that this ghost has used, I can find him with the breath. "

The Ecstasy Messenger was carrying a sickle, and was covered in tattered gray robes. He could move without wind, hunting.

From a long distance, you can feel the gloomy breath on his body.

But at this time, the president of the Magicians Guild can no longer take care of these things.

Now as long as there is anyone who can solve the problem in front of him, that is his father.

Dad in every sense of the word.

He hurriedly stepped forward with a smile on his face, and said in a warm tone: "I also ask this fellow cultivator to help me. I promise a good reward, and I will definitely give it to you with both hands."

After that, he took out a small iron ring from his pocket.

This iron ring was originally the lock that imprisoned the ghost.

There will naturally be his breath on it.

The soul ecstasy messenger didn't talk too much.

He picked up the iron ring, sniffed it carefully, then turned around and floated out.

The crowd quickly followed.

It didn't take a while.

The ecstasy envoy took everyone to the 31st floor, the game hall.

Seeing thousands of people lying on their stomachs, the head of the Magicians Guild's eyes darkened, and he almost fell to the ground.

　Game hall director: I am the most useless hall director in the world.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)