Chapter 1292: Turning Enemies into Friends

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"Did the High Priest suddenly take an interest in me, or remembered that I am your son?" The witch boy looked up and looked at her veil stubbornly.

"Presumptuous!" The shrine maiden said with a smoky face.

The witch didn't mean to apologize.

He wants to save the lives of two people, whether it is a miracle doctor or a liar, in short, he may become the one who heals his face in the future, not to mention that since they are related to the prophet of the spiritual realm, maybe they are friends of the prophet, and saving them can be regarded as a favor to the prophet.

And between the little witch and the younger sister, there has always been a war of words, spiritual power and martial arts, and there is no emotion, just a little blood, and the relationship between the high priest is not like a mother and son, no matter how bad it is, it can't be bad.

Therefore, the witch decided to take a risk.

The shrine maiden also had no intention of backing down, and continued to let the army attack the Purple Year and the Falling Moon.

At this time, the witch boy suddenly spun around and fell into the middle of the setting moon and the purple year.

"Then let me be buried together, you don't care anyway." The witch man said resolutely and ruthlessly.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" The shrine maiden asked.

"There is nothing under heaven that the high priest did not dare to. But that's where I stand, and you need to be clear about that. Wuko said.

Falling Moon Zinian doesn't know what's going on, but it's definitely good for them to do it. For the time being, let's classify the witch as a comrade-in-arms.

I didn't expect the shrine maiden to really make the army move......

The witch is as thoughtful as possible, and from time to time he looks at the witch with a blind eye.

The shrine maiden was unmoved.

The little witch killed even harder, and she hated the witch and his father in the first place!

If it weren't for his own ability and scheming, he would have been able to get a seat in front of the emperor, and he would have been unloaded into eight pieces a long time ago, which can be regarded as relieving his mother's anger, and his mother hated this son in the first place.

Wu Nan, Falling Moon, and Zi Nian tried their best to deal with the army.

Zi Nian had no choice but to summon an army of undead to help, and the dark spiritual power would be hidden for a while.

The army of the undead and the women's team brought by the shrine maiden are rivals.

In this way, Zi Nian has his hands free......

Haohao soup, like smoke and fog, like a blow to disperse the undead army, their combat effectiveness to the witch mother and daughter two eye-opening, they can't die, can't be injured, one by one only endless battles, this is exactly what every fighter pursues but can't pursue the realm and physique.

"Who the hell are you?" The shrine maiden asked.

"Traveling doctors." Zinian replied.

"Looks like I'm going to get my hands dirty." As soon as the witch's voice fell, the people arrived in front of the purple year and the falling moon.

That speed is something that Zi Nian and the Falling Moon have never seen before!

Faster than the wind!

Faster than the blink of an eye!

You didn't even see her toes off the ground, let alone the way he spun up, and all of a sudden, in an instant, it was in front of your eyes!

If the sword is pointed at you, I'm afraid it will have passed through the throat, but obviously, this is not the way she wants them to die.

They were stunned by the shrine maiden's speed.

Definitely not an opponent! Can't fight hard!

"There will be such a fight between us sooner or later, come early, let's start." Wu Nan said.

"That's just your imagination." The shrine maiden didn't take him seriously, as she always had.

The more he doesn't care about it, the more he ignores and ignores it like this, the more it makes the witch man feel miserable, as if he wasn't his own, but picked it up!

It's the same child.,But I gave all my love to the little witch.,I didn't get a penny.。

He was never allowed to call his mother, never had the memory of being hugged, never smiled at him, never encouraged him, never comforted him when he cried.

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