Versatile Mage

“So what do we do now, do we do it?” Xue Tin asked.

“What if it's a trap? ”

“You don't believe in Mulberry? ”

“Believe? Why should I believe him? He has not been baptized by the Holy See. ”

“What do you say, Lord Sarang, who has been reluctant to contact us?” Xue Tian was in a bit of a hurry.

The advent of the Holy Springs is indeed too deadly for them, because they know better than anyone else that it is something more elegant than the water of Kunjing. They were so eager to get it, and precisely because the Holy Springs are more effective than the water of Kunjing, who knew that the hidden dangers that Bo did not leave behind today became an important obstacle...

“It could be a trap, but even a trap, we have to verify his truth, and once the boy does have the Holy Springs, we have to rescue Lord Salang.” Hu Jin Da Deacon said.

“Then who will it be?” Xue Tin asked immediately.

The Great Deacon of Tibet smiled: “To complete our great celebration, then there must be sacrifice, everyone is, and I am no exception. ”

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Located south of the bell tower, the museum houses not antiquities, literature, but evidence of the glory of China's magical civilization for thousands of years.

When disaster strikes, antiquities and literature have been stored early in the warehouse, and some things really matter, even if they perish!

The museum is large, and the lobby museum is like an ancient palace, with a dome up to fifteen meters high and columns rising.

The museum also became a refuge, full of people, and compared to the cold and humid streets, this is a paradise for all the refugees.

The voices were boiling and Movan and others had some regrets when they arrived. In the event of fighting with the people of the Black Holy See here, many would be affected and a way would have to be found to disperse them all.

However, Movan had no idea that shortly after arriving at the museum, a stranger stuffed him with a note and left him alone on top of the museum!

When he saw the note, Movan understood that he was afraid of bullying him, but he chose to meet the deacon of Tiger Tiger Tiger!

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The entire top of the museum is covered with bricks and the corners fly like a golden platoon palace in the past...

Rainwater hit the top, along the brick left a groove at the corner of the eaves, the groove like a stream, turned into a small waterfall, poured from the corner of the faucet to the ground, just fell into the bottom of the pond, looking away like four brown dragons lying on the corner of the museum spitting out the water column!

The museum became a huge refuge, overcrowded below, and only this dome was fairly clean, except for the cold rain that kept falling from the air and making crisp hits.

Movan stood on one of the flying eaves, wearing a wide grey raincoat.

From him you can see this inner city soaking in the rain, full of people covered.

And look further afield, over the inner city wall, the black wave of a vast army of dead spirits surrounded, completely invisible, small thick hemp into a black dot, huge as a giant looking at a toy-like molding model!

Mountain Peak Corpse, it's close!

Movan can already see it standing in the rainwater clouds, and the pair of eyes projected from the clouds, like the cold moon.

“Movan, long time no see. How's your old man Mo's house?” A voice rang from behind Movan.

Movan turned around slowly and found that there was already an extra person on the roof of the roof, wearing a raincoat, and the light rain struck him, blurring out some of his tall body contours.

Under the hood of a raincoat, that is a thick eyebrow and a bearded face, but the cheeks are extraordinarily white and full, and at first glance belong to the kind of middle-aged man who is well-nourished.

Movan didn't like the guy in his heart, long ago, until he took his property away from him, and that dislike rose to disgust.

But it never occurred to me that this man's evil is far more than that, and by now he belongs to the common wrath of God!!

“My dad had a great life and spent a lot of money. He found me a beautiful young stepmother and bought a few villas to play with. Middle-aged life was a success. It was unexpected that you really showed up in person.” Mofan replied calmly.

“Oh, you guys are so smart to know me, what am I hiding to do, but this kid Zhang Xiaohou, his life was unexpectedly hard, it didn't die. But it doesn't matter, he shouldn't have remembered it now. It doesn't make any sense. Oh, your dad's a good guy, and the only last thing I regret doing in Muga's life is letting your dad go early without a little accident before, and you little bastard won't be causing me so much trouble.” Mu Ha grinned and smiled. There was no hiding at all.

Movan, looking at this face under his hood, is indeed Mu Ha!

It's just that it's so smooth to lure Muga out, which makes him uncomfortable.

Without complete certainty, will this guy jump out himself??

Since he is the Great Deacon of Tibet, even if he throws such a great danger, he will probably send some other Deacon, and there is no need to show himself.

“There were countless ways I could have let you die.” Muhe continued.

“I don't think you'd do that.” Movan said.

“Yes, doing so will surely cast doubt on me by those who are hiding in the dark, even if I can do it without leaking water, and I do not want this suspicion to stick to my sleeve, which is likely to affect our grand celebration today… why you are here on the roof of the pavilion, which is to let you enjoy the view with me!” Muhe opened his hands and enjoyed himself immensely.

It doesn't feel like standing in rain or in a city of disaster, it's a pure light bathed in holiness, accepting a kind of joyful freedom and divine glory that millions of people worship!

Beautiful view??

After hearing this description from Mugher, Movan was covered in goose bumps!!

“As a matter of fact, even if I knew that you would create these obstacles for us, I would still do Muha's part and not touch you at all. You know, in this magnificent celebration, you still play a minor role.” Muhe continued.

“Are you so sure I don't have the Holy Springs?” Movan smiled cold.

“It's getting dark, and your Fountain can only stay until dawn tomorrow. Do you really think this city will survive tonight?” Muga questioned.