Versatile Mage

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“Sister Xinxia, can you wake my sister up for a moment, just for a moment.” Ling Ling said.

“Yes, but to make her conscious, her apoptosis will accelerate.” Xinxia said.

“There's no other way.” Ling Ling said.

“Ling Ling, what are you going to do?” Neither does Movan know what the Spirit has to do to elicit that killer, but from the state of the Spirit, he should have regained his normal wisdom.

“There will be a mole in the trial, and a lot of the information from the trial will be intercepted. Since the death of Sister Cold Lord came about, their real purpose is not to let Sister die, but to prevent Cold Lord's message from returning to the headquarters of the trial court.” Ling Ling said.

Movan's eyes lit up and thought the psychic analysis was quite reasonable.

Yeah, they killed Cold Green because Cold Green had important information about Cold Green.

So what the killer is going to kill is someone who has information and someone who's delusional about passing it on.

“Sister is now confused and unable to give us specific information, but it doesn't matter. All we have to do is let Sister herself tell the Spiritual Chamber, she commissioned us to send this information back to the Spiritual Chamber, then the killer will definitely come to us, and we have to use the mole.” Ling Ling said.

Xinxia understood the meaning of the Spirit, so she continued to mumble the sound of blessing, so that Cold Green could recover so little wisdom. At the same time, Xinxia also used the magic of the Spirit System to tell Cold Green how to do it.

When she woke up cold blue and weak, she felt that breathing was a rather difficult thing. She sent out a magic password only the presiding judge knew...

Cold Green completed all this, Movan immediately found that the black petal on his palm was missing two petals, only moments later, Cold Green's life force flew away so much.

“Don't worry, Sister Leng Qing, we will surely save you. You will never bury the important information you have worked so hard to obtain. The forces of the Black Holy See dare to step halfway into our country and will surely be relentlessly removed!” Movan's hatred of the Black Holy See is naturally the ultimate.

It took so long to get rid of a Sarang, how could there be more than a cold jazz? There were really enough people killed by the Gudu havoc. Such a tragedy can never happen again!

Cold blue looked at Movan, his eyes sinking shut, a drop of black tears slipped from her corner of the eye.

The struggle between the trials and the Holy See has always been a passive state of trial. Too many people fear the Holy See, fear their reprisals, and fear their hearts and hearts. The more so, the more they cannot retreat!

Cold Green has seen too many colleagues who died in the struggle against the Black Holy See, and too many persecuted by the Black Holy See. Every time she sees the relatives of those persecuted cry, she tells herself in the heart that this is definitely the last...

However, the death toll is on the rise, and the number of injuries has not decreased. The seniors of the trial told themselves that if they still had to bite the Holy See and refuse to let go, she would end up the same way and that the role played by one person in front of the great Holy See was insignificant, but that one person was almost entirely for a family.

Is that true?

The power of a person is insignificant, so should more innocent families be left to lose everything, live in the streets, immerse themselves in grief, live in the dark?

Cold Green cannot be indifferent. For every other such family of victims and grief, she will have an extra degree of guilt in her heart. When guilt accumulates enough, she will not feel that her death is worthless in exchange for information from a cardinal.

However, Ling Ling is still so young... he made such a decision himself, dived into the depths of the Black Holy See, relieved himself of his accumulated deep guilt, deserved to be a member of his own trial, deserved to be a relative of those who were destroyed, but left all his injuries to Ling Ling alone.

She must have hated herself as much as her father had made that stupid decision.

Closed his eyes tightly, in this short time of consciousness, Cold Green thought a lot, like that long hallucination before death, from birth to now, everything he remembered, everything he forgot, all comes to mind!

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The blue pool is surrounded by innumerable colored shooting lights that mirror the surface of the water.

In the villa by the pool, a man hanging outside the windowsill swayed against the wind, his neck tied to a heap of crude linen, his entire face turned blue and his eyes popped up and turned.

“Bringing in a presiding judge, huh, almost ruined my big thing, incompetent stuff, put him on the sun for a few more days!” In the house, the purple-eyed teenager looked at the window sill with disgust and looked at the shaking corpse.

“Lord Cold Lord, there's a letter.” A beautiful woman in a dark purple kaleidoscope came over and smiled.

“I get it. ”

The teenager walked into another room, and less than five minutes later, he came out with a calm face, picked up the fruit knife on the table and threw it at the swinging meat target on the window sill. The fruit knife was inserted deep into it, and there was no blood coming out, and there were many such cuts on the body.

“The bastard, the unfavourable man, actually told me that the man had been killed, and since he had, how could she return to the Psychic Society in secret as the presiding judge!” Cold jazz was grumpy, he said.

“Things aren't irreversible yet, let's leave it to the masters. He's still outstanding. ”

“Hmm, I hope he doesn't disappoint me again, I have a low tolerance for waste! ”

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The cheongsam beauty put the fruit down and slowly walked over to the pool, taking off all her clothes and revealing the richness of her milk skin, one head implanted in some cold water.

About a lap, she dumped her damp hair and said to the dark side of the corner: "You're not going to be here all night, Cold Lord, you heard me, why don't you do what you have to do? ”

“I was just wondering why Cold Green didn't die, in fact nobody could survive the dark.” In that darkness, the outline of a tall person slowly emerged.

“The man who sent the message to Cold Green is called Movan, and Sarang has also suffered a lot from this kid. If you can kill him, Cold Lord will look at you...” said the beautiful woman.

“I talked to him, as if there was nothing special about it. ”