Several people looked up and saw a mysterious man in a white robe walking on the wind, passing over their heads, then doing a backflip and landing firmly in front of them.

A few people took a closer look and suddenly discovered that the man in the white robe blocking the way was the protector of the Mystic Arts Order!

“Dare to besiege the saint? D*mn it!”

The white-robed protector didn’t say any nonsense and directly smacked her from the air.

“Boom!”

The violent Grandmaster’s energy transformed into that of a black tiger, and he rushed toward the people with claws and fangs.

The saint has

before they could finish their words, the black tiger had already pounced on them, blasting them

Arts Order protector had

was not something that these innate

little

dealing with a few people,

done.” Abigail nodded indifferently. “Tell someone to clean up this place so

lowered his head

dust on her clothes, then raised her head as if feeling something, looked at

was inexplicably scary to Halle’s

acted

you waiting. The trouble has been taken care of. Come on, let’s

a glass of wine and drank it down

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