Blasphemy _ Misty Rain Jiangnan

The wind butterfly has long been familiar with Rogge's unfathomable actions, but this time she was still startled. After falling asleep, Rogge had only calm breathing and heartbeat, but he could not feel any vitality at all, just like an empty shell with only physiological functions. Rogge slept for a day and a night, and the wind butterfly sat beside the bed without sleeping for a day and a night. Her mind was in a whirl. In the shadow of the corner of the room, Raphael was watching the wind butterfly covetously, and his keen instinct made him feel the wind butterfly's monstrous hatred for Rogge, so he remained in a state of extreme tension. The master had told the elf woman that as long as she did not attack him, she was not allowed to do it herself. Even if you do it yourself, you can't kill her. Raphael's dark instincts made it very incomprehensible to this command, but no command from the master could be disobeyed. Like a newborn baby, it is desperately learning everything it can learn, but it has been convinced since the day it was born that it absolutely obeys its master's orders. This is the highest order directly branded in its soul. The wind butterfly has not rested for a long time and has been tottering. Ajani's letter, the flame of her golden meteor, Raphael behind her,beam impact tubes, and Rumsfeld's voice and smile, repeatedly appeared in the heart of the wind butterfly. She's going crazy again. Wind butterfly hands are full of sweat, Rogge lay quietly on the face, completely unprepared, even without any consciousness. She could easily cut Rogue's throat with a stroke of her long tail fingernail. She was absolutely confident that Raphael behind her could not stop himself from killing Rogue. Even if he later died in the hands of Raphael, can die in the hands of his lover,side impact door beams, the wind butterfly also feel that it is a kind of relief. However, the wind butterfly is always asking herself, can she kill Rogge? The God of death broke Rogue's throat with a ground-breaking sword. At that time, the wind butterfly could see very clearly that the dead breath on the sword could make Rogge die completely in an instant. Roger did die, but only for a short month. He miraculously came back to life! Was he really blessed by God? Perhaps he should be cut into several pieces? But then the wind butterfly also doubts whether it will succeed. Her hands trembled and she gently stroked Rogge's neck and chest, but she never dared to insert her fingers. Adjani. Wind butterfly silently read the name of her childhood friend, if she killed Rogge, what would she do? The wind butterfly felt that he really could not do it, so the nervous mind finally broke down and burst into tears. A thick palm gently patted the wind butterfly a pair of slender hands, Rogge light way: "What are you doing?"? Do you want to relax my muscles and activate my blood? The sudden shock was no small matter. With a scream, the wind butterfly jumped back and hit the wall heavily. Rogge had sat up in bed, aluminium coated steel tube ,Precision Welded pipes, his face was frighteningly pale and completely weak, and the pressure that had been there in the past had disappeared. Rogge looked at the beautiful little face of the wind butterfly, which made her restless and helpless, and finally had to turn her face to one side, not daring to look at Rogge's eyes. Rogge smirked and said, "Wind Butterfly, come and help me up. I have no strength." After simply listening to the report of his generals, Rogge left a thousand soldiers stationed in the country of the snow falcon, and announced that the local nobles in the cities outside Recto would keep their original titles and estates as long as they swore allegiance to the Duchy of Alley. Even the immediate family members of the Grand Duke of the snow falcon were only expelled from the country, and they were allowed to bring a lot of money with them. Rogge expected that this move would calm the hearts of most of the nobles, so he hurried back to the Duchy of Alley with a large army. In the battle against the three principalities of the highlands, Rogge won a great victory. The warriors of the Duchy of Arley lost less than a thousand men, and the elves lost more than a hundred men, so they destroyed the three highlands and occupied the land of snow falcons. More importantly, Rogge finally won a foothold for the elves in human society. And how long this foothold can exist is closely related to whether Rogge can stay at the peak of power. Only in this way can the fat man not be afraid that the old fox will burn the bridge. Following the retreat of the army only half a day, Rogge can no longer bear the slow speed, he is really burning with anxiety. So as soon as he regained a little mental strength, he broke away from the brigade with the dark side of the moon and rushed directly in the direction of the city of oracles. After two days of running, Rogge finally saw the beautiful city of the Oracle. When you step into the gates of the city of oracles, it is from winter to spring. Even if the fat man's mind is heavy, he still feels relaxed when he steps into the flowery city of the oracle from the desolation of the world of ice and snow. It's just a few yellow leaves falling on my head that are strange. Rogge scooped up a huge fallen leaf in his hand. In an instant, the faces of Rogue, the Wind Butterfly, and the Dark Side of the Moon warriors all changed. This is the fallen leaves of the ancient elf tree! Rogue raised his head and looked at the towering elf tree. The huge crowns of the three ancient trees are connected with each other, just like a thick cloud. It used to be green, but now it is half green and half yellow. Occasionally, when the wind blows, a few yellow leaves will fall from the top of the tree. Has the magic of the ancient elf tree finally run out? Rogge had a wry smile on his face. But it's not important to him now. Now Zhao Ye and others are still struggling in the water dungeon, without them in the way, even if all the elves and ancient trees are dead, the elves are not unable to live. The simplest way to resist the cold is to wear more clothes. Although the bloated elves are not good-looking, they are much better than freezing to death on the roadside. Although the stumbling block of the temple no longer exists, there is a bigger challenge waiting for Rogge. Back in the city of the oracle, Rogge no longer need to hide anything, these two days his mental strength has recovered a small half, and now the action is as fast as a ghost. With a bang, the door of Theseus was kicked open with a very rough kick. In the strong wind,side impact door beams, a strong figure rushed into the room. As if expecting Rogue's arrival, Theseus was still concentrating on the tea, not even raising his eyelids. cbiesautomotive.com