Pampered by Millions

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Cercia raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Red Dragon?"

"Hmm," Vincent raised the corner of his lips: "What are you?"

The archangel's blue eyes flickered, and his soft six wings fluttered behind him. He didn't answer Vincent's question. out of the array.

"Go out to fight?" The dragon lit the lamp: "He's still here."

"Wait—"

"Master," Vincent shoved the mixed juice into Chao Lamp's hand: "I don't look at people when I fight."

" said Rodin," the archangel sitting on the windowsill looked unpredictable: "He's been trying to kill you for a long time, reptile."

?"

The next moment, the figures of the dragon and the heavenly clan had rushed out of the house, and the ash smoke from the cracked wall obstructed the sight of the lamp. The white face was particularly dazzling. He saw what Vincent said with a smile, and Tianzu was directly pushed into the wall by him. The former's fist smashed Sehia's head into blood and splashed. scared to death.

Damn it?

The tip of Vincent's tongue slid across the bright colors on the back of his hand, he suddenly laughed, and stepped on Tianzu's abdomen with one foot. He stepped on the motionless Celestial Clan and ripped off one of the opponent's wings. Seeing that it wasn't enough, he ripped off the other symmetrical one.

"Vincent!"

Zhao Deng couldn't help calling his name.

Too… cruel.

Even if he knew that the dragons were born to be warlike, such a **** scene also made him a little unacceptable, not to mention that he and Sehia were acquainted, and the dragons would not give their opponents any self-respect when fighting, see In this scene, he completely understood the meaning of those words.

Hearing his voice, the dragons below threw the wings, which symbolized race and status, into the pool of blood at will, and a fire ignited Sesia's corpse, and then jumped upstairs.

"Have you finished eating?" He shook the warm blood on his hands, looked at the untouched breakfast in Chao Deng's hands, and was a little puzzled: "...Aren't you hungry?"

"Sexia..." He hesitated, "He died?"

He heard an almost imperceptible smirk.

"Stupid," the dragon moved the back of his red-stained hand close to the lantern, and looked at him with a smile: "This is just a stand-in, if you smell it, does it smell like blood?"

"Attachment?"

"Well, it's similar to a puppet manipulated from a distance. In the past, wizards used to use humanoid avatars to observe the target. I also found out after getting close, that they ripped off the bird's wings in order to understand the qi," Vincent After applying a cleansing magic, the red color on his body disappeared: "Scared you?"

"A little..."

Walking to the lamp.

"Although it is a puppet, it needs an exact original to be copied. This is the foundation of magic," Vincent glanced at him: "That was only with you. The demons are indeed one with the archangel, and their souls share a body..."

"Isn't Luo Ting sealed in hell?" Chao Deng frowned: "You told me."

"The devil is sealed in hell," Vincent said noncommittally: "He is not necessarily the devil, or the one who was sealed is not the devil, just an innocent scapegoat."