Circle Warlock

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“Teacher, why do you look so happy today? Is there anything good?” Kunpeng World Forgetters Bar, Shen Yan’s sister Matilda jumped to Atwood and asked.

Asa Constance, who was sitting on the right side of Atwood, pouted, was the old man happy today? Or the coffin face, how did you see it?

At the sight of the little apprentice, Atwood had a few more smiles on his face, “Well, some things got figured out, that’s it.” He woke up this morning, and suddenly he felt relaxed all over. Worth mentioning.

Yeah, it’s time to look forward.

“Well, when will Brother come back.” Mattilda asked shyly.

The old man’s face was instantly clouded, Mad, I seemed to be stabbed to death by his dream? This shameless!

“Well, I’m waiting, he, come back, come!”

…

At the bar, Red Dragon Morgan Monash and Augustine are whispering.

“Old Olympics (now everyone calls it this way), you know Shen Yan earlier, you said that Shen Yan he … is he surnamed Cao?” Red Dragon said tangledly.

“Huh? Shen Yan must be surnamed Shen, how could it be surnamed Cao? Their surname in the drawing room is very important, don’t talk nonsense.” Augustine said with a laugh, the people in the chaotic camp are trouble, don’t know how the brain grows .

“Not surnamed Cao? Is there any pedigree with the surname Cao?”

Augustine simply ignored him, they only followed his father’s surname, which I know.

Red Dragon is entangled there himself, isn’t it? In the book I turned over a while ago, the boss Cao said, “My dream is so murderous!” That magical ability is too powerful!

So I died in my dream … not wronged?

…

“Is Shen Yan here?”

Today, the bar seems to be particularly lively. Augustine has n’t heard Monash ’s complaints yet. The teleportation team suddenly sent two new guests and asked Shen Yan.

The new guests are two women, one of them is tall and wearing armor covering most of his body; the other is a magician who was dragged by the female warrior with a reluctant look.

“Shen Yan is not there, and it is estimated that it will be possible to come back in three or five years.” Too many people asked this question. Old Olympics knew the answer well.

“Ah? Then why did he call me over?” The female soldier looked stupid.

“When will he call you over? That kid is the least honest.” The female magician complained. “I have another experiment that I haven’t finished, all the materials are wasted.”

“In a dream.” The female soldier answered very seriously.

…

“Dream?” Hearing sensitive words, Monash at the bar turned his head suspiciously. “You mean you also dreamed … Shen Yan?”

“Ah? Yeah, why …” Before waiting for the female warrior Firna to answer, Thomas, the **** of courage and strategy, just happened to pass by and said, “What a coincidence, I also dreamed of that yesterday. He … he has been persuading me to come bravely. “

After talking, Thomas could not help touching his cheeks, and now he still feels pain-yeah, persuade me to come, persuade me with fists!

Be brave with one bite, and hit your face with one punch! In the end, I also killed me with a knife … but that’s fine, no longer need to be entangled in courage.

Since Thomas gave the courage priesthood to Atwood, he has mixed even better. One is that the welfare here is good, there are many more friends, and the way to Shen Yan is even more true. The great wilderness can give you a hard way, and Thomas is convinced by this!

His very small “military strategy” priesthood has now evolved into a “strategic” priesthood. Seeing Kunpeng’s world-leap development, he may also take into account the “five-year plan, ten-year blueprint and annual budget” god.

“I dreamed too.” Phil Dabas, who had no sense of presence, raised his hand, and the symbol on his head flickered.

What I dreamed of was “Keep you out of work, keep you out of work” and then hit it, and said, “Don’t let me see you again, you are free now, get out!” When he woke up, he found that the pressure to betray the lady and the race had disappeared. In short, it was a good dream.

“And me.” Atwood the old man raised his hand over there.

“Same.” Asa Constance, the **** of nobility.

“Well.” This is the illusion goddess, her face is not very good … because the dream is mixed with doubles, the mood is bad.

…

“That is to say, the kid must have done something! But it doesn’t seem to be a bad thing.” Old Atwood summed it up quite well. It sounded like a complaint, but he was actually talking to Shen Yan.

Most of them heard were nodding, they were divine creatures, more sensitive to unknown threats. After that dream, most people felt more relaxed, and an unknown hidden danger was resolved.

Guess, it should be the welfare of the future Lord God to everyone? You should drink a glass for this, it must be cinder wine!

“Wait, wait!” Augustine blocked the bottle mouth and said with great dissatisfaction, “What about me? Why do you all have me but not!” It’s true that the widows are uneven and the ancients don’t deceive me.

As a result, a group of people squinted at him-why don’t you have a little bit in your heart?

Not strong enough! Our group of people are either deities or demigods, and the worst is a divine creature! Who is like you? After getting the non-attribute **** crystal, he still grumbles, pushes three and blocks four, and considers that it does not absorb … you just think too much and think of yourself as stupid!

Not to mention the old righteous person like Atwood, even the red dragon Monash who had just been beaten up nodded and mocked him, making the lich blush.

*****

“Wife, take care of me, wife. Wife.”

In the room of dreams, Shen Yan was running around Michelle very dog-legged, looking like Levistus from the back … the dog that became.

It’s a pity that this kind of diligence earned, “Huh!”

Michelle snorted angrily, turned her head to the other side, and ignored him. This is a place exactly the same as the second floor of the shrine, with fine details from far to near. It not only embodies Michelle’s powerful strength, but also shows her devotion to the layout of the second floor of the shrine where the two lived-even in her dreams, she remembered it clearly.

Shen Yan … Shen Yan was happy and broken.

Oops, this wife is so cute. I do n’t know how angry he is in reality. In my dream, I did n’t play Zhen Huan ’s biography, nor did I turn into a torture maniac and beat him up. It’s actually sulking and ignoring people, oops, that’s really interesting.

He does n’t know that reality is playing a big union with the women who have been gnawed by the whole world-otherwise he would n’t dare to move forward at this time!

He didn’t die not because of his fate, but because Michelle loved him.

But this is not always a way … Shen Yan’s eyes rolled, and suddenly remembered something, said happily.

“Wife, I know that the illusion goddess lives there. Let’s fight her out, okay?”