Chapter 2489 The Witch of the Rose Duke (9)

The bishop stretched out his hand to hold the magic bracelet, and there was a hint of awe in the cold eyes under the hood.

"Although we don't know why that lord appeared in a room with a black magic atmosphere, it's not something we can ask."

The attendant immediately said, "Yes, I understand."

Bishop: "After you go back, report the situation to the Pope. No one can disturb there until further instructions are given."

take a few steps.

The bishop frowned, feeling unsafe, "No, don't bother the area around that house."

That adult does not only practice light magic.

If black magic is touched by others, it may touch the taboo of the Illuminati Church.

But if it is that adult, then everything will give way for him.

After all, even the Guangming Church was built by his family.

Even the current pope is a subordinate of the Qiangwei family.

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Bai Weiwei huddled in the closet, because the time was a bit long, and she couldn't stand being bored.

Started to yawn.

Then she leaned against Xia's body and rubbed against his chest, like a well-behaved kitten.

Huddled in his warm embrace very obediently, squinting his eyes as if sleeping.

The beautiful and delicate boy remained motionless like a puppet.

But the gray-purple eyes were half-downcast calmly, staring deeply at the bold Bai Weiwei.

Although he does not reject her breath.

It doesn't mean that he likes being touched like this.

Thinking of a fanatical lunatic in the past, in order to meet him, he even gave up his life.

Although it just touched the corner of his clothes, it was knocked out by his magic.

But it still disgusted him enough.

He didn't even wear the same style of clothes in the future.

If it was his normal state, this little witch would dare to touch him.

Dreaming is faster.

There was a cold sarcasm in Duke Rose's cold eyes.

Wait until the members of the Bright Church break open this room.

Catch the little witch.

Bringing him back to the Church of Light and drinking the Holy Water of the Pope may speed up the refining of the power of the Dragon Race.

At that time, he would personally go to the prison cell and beat this wanton and shameless little witch to death.

As a result, he waited and waited, and he already smelled the familiar breath of light magic.

At least it is the breath of the bishop of the first district.

That's right, you must know him.

The dark magic aura in this room is so obvious, the bishop must be able to see it.

And then... left?

Xiaya was silent, and left just like that.

As a bishop, he can't even see the house of black magic. Could it be that the assessment is too lax, or is it too rampant to go through the back door?

The little witch didn't seem to know that the people outside had left.

Still trembling in his arms, trying to get a little protection.

If she wasn't asleep, that's how he convinced himself.

At such a dangerous time, she actually fell asleep?

Xia Ya's eyes were even colder, as cold as purple gemstones, with an astonishing brilliance.

He actually shrank in a dilapidated, extremely cheap wardrobe.

Lying like a corpse, holding a witch in his arms, unable to move.

This is definitely the most embarrassing time in his life.

Just when Shaar's perception of this place further declined, and his favorability was about to drop again.

A small cry, like the murmur of a kitten, sounded softly in front of his chest.

Shaar couldn't move his eyes.

He just felt that soft crying touched his ears.

What are you crying for?

Is it that scary?

I have never seen such a weak, cowardly, and harmless witch.