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

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

had attained the level of

something that these innate warriors could

maiden, all the little ones have been

finished dealing with a few people,

to clean up this place so as not to affect my appetite

protector lowered his

her clothes, then raised her head as if feeling

smile was inexplicably

floor, Abigail acted as if nothing had

I’m sorry to keep you waiting. The trouble has been taken care of. Come

herself a glass of wine and

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