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 promised to let

had already pounced

protector had attained the level of a

blow was not something that these innate

all the little ones have been

people, he immediately walked up to Abigail and

someone to clean up this place so as

lowered his

raised her head as if feeling something, looked at Halle

this smile was inexplicably scary

returning to the second floor, Abigail acted as if nothing had

you waiting. The trouble has been taken care of.

poured herself a glass of wine and

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