One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Youth: "..." You've been taken advantage of.

This girl Yu is none other than Lingqiong.

The black-hearted bastard threw her into the icy and snowy field, and the only thing left behind was the silver-white scepter.

Black Heart Cub told her to go straight north so she could get out.

heh heh heh heh heh heh

She walked in there for two months before coming out! !

Two months, can you imagine? In the world of ice and snow, I walked for two months!

After coming out, I was exhausted, and then I met this young man fighting with a monster.

Ling Qiong originally wanted to take advantage of it, but she didn't go out until all the people and beasts fell down. Who knew that the young man still had a breath, and then followed her inexplicably.

There is a little follower to help her run errands, so Lingqiong is happy to be free without having to do it herself.

After Lingqiong came out, she asked the people around her where the ice and snow land was, but everyone looked at her with crazy eyes.

Said that there is no ice and snow in the direction she pointed, let alone a city.

What's even more weird is that she has almost straddled the entire continent from where she entered.

No one has ever heard of the name Chi Shuxing. If it wasn't clearly shown in the illustrated book, she would suspect that it was a kid who used a false name to fool her.

Just thinking about it makes me angry...

Sure enough, all debts must be repaid.

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Young people go to fight for justice—to find a new bully to 'borrow' money, Ling Qiong stays in the attic, drinking tea and watching the hustle and bustle below.

When you are bored, open the illustrated book and look at the cards of the brat.

The fuchi scepter was replaced by a man, the layered coat was half-faded and slipped in the bend of the arm, the inner coat was thin and almost transparent, and the iron chain was wrapped around his ankle and arm, and his expression couldn't tell whether it was lust or flattery.

The picture of Qianshan Xuejin is a little more restrained, but it is the appearance of a man standing in the wind and snow, looking at the mountains against the wind and snow, holy and dignified, without sadness or joy, so sacred that no infringement will be tolerated.

The young Chan saw that he returned to the attic with the 'borrowed' money bag, and paid for the tea money just now, "That's all."

Ling Qiong pulled down the purse, her small face showed a bit of melancholy, "It's really cheap to be a hero."

See Zen: "..."

Are you a chivalrous man?

... Well, it can be considered a disguised form of chivalry.

bang——

The attic vibrated, and even the tea on the table was spilled. Ling Qiong supported the teacup and looked in the direction of the sound.

There are magic elements surging in the distance, and there are magic lights flashing from time to time, and some people are fighting.

[Kiss, do you want to draw a card? It is duty-bound to save the cubs! ! 】

Just as Chan Jian was about to ask what was going on, he saw the person across from him, suddenly clutching his purse, looking as if his flesh was hurting, and he wanted to curse but held back.

Zen Jian looked at the place where the magic light was still shining, "I don't know who it is, who dared to do something in Songyue City."

The city lord of Songyue City doesn't like people fighting in the city, and there are powerful magicians sitting in the city, but no one dares to make trouble here.

"Look and go." Ling Qiong squeezed out a few words between her teeth while clutching the money bag.

Zen saw doubts and followed: "What's so interesting about this excitement, don't hurt the fish in the pond, the gain outweighs the loss."

"That's not necessarily the case, maybe there are different surprises."

See Zen: "..."

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The buildings in the alley were cut to pieces, and the people had already fled, leaving the ground in a mess.

In the mess, a pale golden figure was holding a sword. There was blood on the sword, dripping down and staining the bluestone board.

The man's white hair was like snow, his facial features were extraordinary and extraordinary, and the raging wind was as fierce as a knife, which could tear him into pieces at any time.

He raised his sword and slashed at the gang wind.

It was just a light sword, and the wind broke away, and the two magicians hidden in the dark popped out.

"Go back to the temple and report the news." One of the magicians sternly said, "I'll stop him."

The other magician didn't like to fight, and immediately flew up, the magic circle under his feet spread out, borrowed his strength, jumped onto the roof, and swept away.

He heard the sound of something falling to the ground behind him, and he subconsciously looked down.

I saw the white-haired man standing with a sword in his hand, and the one who fell in front of him was his companion, who looked unbelievable before he died.

The magician was startled, why... There was obviously no magic element fluctuation around him.

Ignoring the shock of his companion's death, he lightly chanted a magic spell, trying to speed up and leave here.

Seeing that the spell was about to be completed, something suddenly covered the top of his head, and the thing wrapped around his body, and his body began to smoke, as if it had been corroded.

With a shake of his body, the magic circle under his feet disappeared, and he fell down, crashing into the middle of the house with a bang.

"do you died?"

He heard a nice voice, the voice was very young, clear and crisp, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, with a unique innocence.

But what she asked was—was he dead?

"not yet."

A young man's face appeared in his blurred vision, he looked down at him, and suddenly showed a bit of panic: "It's a person from the temple."

When the magician heard this, hope suddenly surged up, "Since you know that I am a member of the temple, let me go quickly."

The young man left in a panic, as if he had said something to someone outside.

Then the magician heard the soft female voice say: "Isn't it the people of the temple, what are you afraid of, who knows we caught it, drag it here."

The voice was clear and crisp, with a bit of arrogance and arrogance. Just hearing the voice, it seemed that one could imagine how bright and flamboyant the owner of the voice was.

Magician: "!!!"

The magician was rudely dragged over. He couldn't feel pain without using magic, but he couldn't break free from the net. If he wanted to break free from the net, he had to use magic. Once he used magic, his whole body felt like he was being burned by something.

The scene in front of him changed, and when he looked sideways, he saw the girl standing outside in the bluestone alley.

But at the age of seventeen or eighteen, the peacock blue dress is exquisite and gorgeous, and the appearance is beautiful, innocent and harmless to humans and animals.

The little girl bent down, looked at him with crooked eyebrows, and asked softly: "You are going to report to the temple, what letter to report?"

"Who are you?" The magician gritted his teeth: "You dare to arrest me and fight against the temple, you will not end well."

"Someone killed you just now." The little girl tilted her head in doubt: "Why would I dare not arrest you?"

Magician: "!!!"

Ling Qiong asked Chan Jian to lift him up, Chan Jian hesitated, but thought he had already beaten him, and finally pulled the magician up and pressed him against the wall next to him.

With her little hands behind her back, Ling Qiong asked casually, "Do you know that person just now?"

That person just now...

The magician's face changed drastically, "You and him are in the same group!"

Lingqiong neither admitted nor denied: "Who is he?"

The magician felt strange in his heart, since he was in the same group, could it be possible that he still didn't know his identity?

"Ask you, what are you thinking about?"

The magician was suddenly drawn, and subconsciously released the magic. Before it took shape, he was pressed back by the net on his body, and his face was distorted in pain.