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

had already pounced on them, blasting them directly to pieces, and the broken limbs were flying

had

blow was not something that

little

the white-robed protector finished dealing with a few people, he immediately walked up to Abigail and bowed

this place so as not

The white-robed protector lowered his head

her head as if feeling something, looked at

this smile was inexplicably

to the second floor, Abigail acted

I’m sorry to keep you waiting. The trouble has been

glass of wine and

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