Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters

Chapter 440 A bald man

At this time, Zack, who was on the eleventh floor of the Cinnabar tower, was also shocked.

How could the inheritor of Queen Cyan’s will suddenly appear?

Zack was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

These tower keepers belonged to the Cinnabar Sect, but they were independent from it. They were born to to protect the Cinnabar tower.

And they were waiting for someone who was destined.

Now, the destined man finally came.

The task for generations was finally completed by Zack. From now on, he didn’t have to guard the Cinnabar tower anymore.

In other words, Zack was free.

How could he not be excited?

He should thank John!

Zack now firmly believed that John couldn’t be a sorcerer. Just as what Mark had thought, it was impossible for a sorcerer to get the inheritance of Queen Cyan’s will,

He waited anxiously.

Soon, Zack saw a pair of bare thighs walking down the stairs. He walked forward excitedly, but was suddenly stunned.

A bald man appeared in front of him.

A naked bald man.

The bald man was John.

He was also embarrassed.

John’s clothes, hair and eyebrows were all burned to ashes.

inheritance of Queen Cyan’s will, although his skin had healed, it was impossible for his

he was handsome,

Zack was stunned.

“Hey, don’t stand still. I’m afraid that you will feel more self abased when

“Okay.”

be a cold fish, calm and collected. Even

active. He

“Eh?”

recalled that when

have magic instruments to hide

old bastard didn’t tell him that he had such a instrument. He had been with Perry

What a bastard.

the black robe, John cursed the irresponsible Perry in his

“Zack!”

the anxious voice of Mark suddenly sounded.

turned out that he had reached the eleventh floor. John just ran upstairs to get dressed, so Mark didn’t see him and asked, “Zack, do

“Kill the sorcerer?”

walked down and asked

“Uh…”

hear what

from his current state, John didn’t look like a sorcerer

much more naturally. He said bluntly, “He is not a sorcerer and is

what was going on, when he heard

he had mixed feelings.

Cinnabar tower had stood in the Cinnabar Sect for so many years. Countless disciples went in and out, but no one

few people who could reach the ninth floor of the Cinnabar tower,

that the one who finally obtained this inheritance would be an outsider.

Mark had no right to decide whether it was the disciples in the sect or the outsiders, because that was the choice of Queen

afford to offend

him. He smiled gently and asked, “Well, I wonder if you are interested in joining our

persuade