The Dark King

After Francis and the fair-haired youth left, Du Dean waited for a while with his rucksack, and suddenly saw a large number of silhouettes gather in an open street in front of him, and there were laughter from time to time.

With a move in his heart, he walked past with an observation and a lively mentality.

"Boy, walk and look at it." There was a shouting voice from behind.

Without looking back, Du Di'an saw that he was talking about a handsome young man with a graceful temperament, full of arrogance, holding a graceful woman with the same beautiful blonde hair, followed by several servants in black suits and white gloves, obviously noble Born from an extraordinary family background, he frowned slightly and gave way to the side to enter the inner wall area for the first time. He did not want to cause trouble.

After he gave way, the blond young man walked over to embrace the blond beauty without looking at him more.

Du Dian came to the back of the crowd from another place and looked slightly on tiptoe. There was a table in which a few eccentric people performed, and the show was magic.

Du Dian looked at Weizhen, but soon remembered that magic is also a favorite program of nobles, no wonder it will cause so many people to watch.

"If there are really magicians in this world, if they pretend to be magicians, they can easily become masters of magic, winning countless awards..." Du Dean's mouth twitched slightly, showing a smile.

"Hey!"

A voice rang out in the crowd. It was the blond young man who gave way to Du Di'an. He didn't know when he appeared at the front of the crowd. At this moment, he looked at the magician performing on the stage with arrogance between his eyes and arrogantly, saying: "Change bird It’s too boring to change flowers. Let’s take a look at a big saw.”

The middle-aged magician performing on the stage was stunned. He jumped off the stage and nodded and smiled: "This young man, we are just a small magic group.

The fair-haired youth did not expect to be dismissed. Xuan Ang's eyebrows suddenly raised, kicked a foot on the chest of the middle-aged magician, kicked it over, and pulled out a stack of gold tickets in his hand. The half-air sparsely spread out and spread like snowflakes on the middle-aged magician. The blonde young man said coldly, "I will only say it once again. I want to watch it. I will act immediately. Do you understand?"

The people on the stage preparing the props jumped off in a hurry, helped the middle-aged magician, and kept apologizing to the blonde youngsters.

Du Di'an looked at the scene behind the crowd, frowning slightly. He didn't expect this blond young man to be so domineering and domineering. This kind of thing rarely happened in the outer wall area. Most of the nobles in the outer wall area love face and can't do such a shameful thing. child.

However, he believes that he is not a hero, he will naturally not stand out for such a thing, only to observe this scene in silence.

"All the money is given, show it!"

"Performance performance, we have to watch the big saw live!"

"Quick!"

The crowd around cheered and joked, urging middle-aged magicians and others.

Middle-aged magicians and others saw the crowd of excited crowds, their faces changed, and it was a bit ugly. As a magician, how can a show be a living man without props, this is completely difficult for the strongman!

It's just that, seeing the luxurious decoration of the blond young man and the attendant behind them, they knew that if they didn't perform today, they would be afraid of being good.

"OK...we perform." The middle-aged magician climbed up from the ground and came to the blond young man to nod and guiltily: "We will prepare immediately, please wait a little patiently, and I will get people back to bring the props. "

The blonde young man was impatient and said, "Are you deaf or your brain broken? I'm going to watch now, do you make me wait? Do you want to die, or do you want to be a dog slave? Well... take a show. The magical dog slave seems to be quite interesting, Aina, do you want to either?" He said, looking at the blonde woman in his arms with a pensive head, eyes full of soft light.

"Bad, sir, this doesn't work..." The middle-aged magician's face changed drastically, hurriedly.

The blonde woman looked at him, shook her head slightly, and said, "You don't need to be so old. Pulling it out will make my sisters read jokes."

The fair-haired youth nodded slightly, "This is also true. I will find it for you next time I see a young one."

"OK."

The fair-haired youth turned to the middle-aged magician: "What are you still doing here? You're not going to perform yet."

The middle-aged magician was relieved, Wen Yanqiang squeezed out a smile, turned around and greeted several assistants to return to the stage, frowning, his face sad, even if there were props for such dangerous magic, it was easy to make mistakes, not to mention Props.

"Head, what should I do?"

"We don't even have saws here, how can we go live sawing people?"

"Yeah, what should I do now?"

Several assistants looked at the middle-aged magician, anxiously clueless.

The middle-aged magician's face was uncertain. After climbing onto the stage, his eyes suddenly flashed, and said: "I have a way, so..." whispered again, said: "Remember?"

The assistants were stunned and relieved.

"It's still clever head, this method is good."

"Just do it, I will prepare it immediately."

"Head, would this be too..."

The middle-aged magician interrupted the last person and shouted, "I don't want a rice bowl anymore, huh, what do you mean, do you want to go by yourself?"

The young man who finally spoke narrowed his neck and stopped speaking.

"Everyone, perform the big saw living people next!" The middle-aged magician stood on the high platform and said aloud to everyone. At the same time he said, several assistants moved the props to the high platform, which was a huge wooden box.

"Below, we will select one person from the crowd to participate in this performance, showing that we have never done anything." The middle-aged magician smiled, watching the crowd below a little commotion due to his words, and immediately said: " Please rest assured, this performance is never dangerous. Below, I will randomly select a person. This is random, and it will never be our trust."

With that in mind, he picked up a commonly used random selection prop, looked at the crowd, and cast it in the direction of the back.

When Du Dian noticed that the other person's eyes were locked on him, he had a bad heart and immediately moved to the side, dragging a person beside him.

Whoosh!

The randomly selected prop is a lead cloth, which seems to float lightly, but it just fell to the place where Dudean stood, and was picked up by the person that Dudean dragged.

This one-hand throwing practiced most of the time.

The man holding the soft cloth froze at the cloth in his hand. His face was ugly, and he threw it on the ground, shouting at the middle-aged magician: "Do you want to die, how did you lose it?!"

When the middle-aged magician saw his blond hair, he was embarrassed and irritated at the same time. He quickly found Du Dean next to him and raised his finger, saying, "This little brother, will you come up and cooperate?"

Du Di'an just wanted to avoid something. Unexpectedly, this person even directly touched his head. He couldn't help but stunned, his face suddenly gloomy, and said: "Isn't it good to choose randomly, what do you mean!"

The middle-aged magician heard it with a sullen face and said, "The one you just chose is you. Do you want to make everyone here unhappy, just let you come up and cooperate, and give this young master a performance, it is your blessing, you Still shirk?"

Hearing this, Du Di'an was so angry that he had come to understand that the middle-aged magician did not prepare props and knew that the process was dangerous, so he did not choose members of his own group, but chose from the crowd. Among the crowd, they have black hair, and the phenomenon of color development exists in the outer wall area, which is even more serious here, so they are regarded as soft persimmons by the other party.

"Boy, go quickly. You were the one you dragged me just now. Do you want to go? You have a good look." The middle-aged blonde with the cloth dropped beside him said seriously.

"Yes, go!"

"Which of these minions does not matter."

"It's too rude to let so many people wait, it's really irrational!"

The crowd around urged.

Du Di'an's face was gloomy and he said to the middle-aged magician: "Performing magic depends on props. You haven't prepared any props. What if you risk your life?"

The middle-aged magician did not expect to be questioned by Du Dean, and said with a sullen face: "We are professionals, there will be no danger, just said that there are no props, just a joke, to increase the atmosphere, not to mention, with our technology, even if there is nothing , You can still perform, you don’t have to worry about it."

Du Di'an was amused. He had a little sympathy for him. Now he even has the heart to kill him. He said: "Your skills? If you really have the skills, just give us a look at people who are living out of thin air. What am I doing for you?"

"Let's go, let's talk!" Someone said impatiently next to him: "Long-talking, so much nonsense."

"That's who this is."

The middle-aged magician looked at Du Dean gloomyly and said, "Don't let everyone wait, come over quickly."

Du Di'an looked at the people who were speaking next to him. They saw that they had blond hair. Only one had brown hair. But he wore expensive pocket watches on his chest. He obviously had a background identity. go with?"

"Hey, what do you guys say?"

"It's so impolite, you talk like that, believe me or not, and discipline you for your master?"

Several people around were outraged.

Du Dian narrowed his eyes slightly, his killing intentions flickered, and there was an urge to kill. But after all, it was not the outer wall area. He took a deep breath and endured his anger, coldly said: "Who loves to go, I won’t go anyway.” After he finished, he turned and left. He didn’t have to think about it. This magic is definitely dangerous. The middle-aged magician dared to choose himself, even if he knew he was in danger, he couldn’t find him in his own capacity. This is why he dared not choose the nobles around him.

Seeing Du Dean leaving, the onlookers immediately pointed at him.

At this moment, a horseshoe sounded suddenly in front of the street. A carriage with black dragon flags approached. The knight in front of the carriage saw the crowd in front of the magic group blocking the road halfway, and shouted far away. Tao: "Give up, let go!"