Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 A man and a woman, a dog, and a flower in the dog bag, bite the bullet and walked towards the guard. There were only three abrupt people on the quiet street, whether it was a half-giant or a templar official, looking at them with curious eyes.

　　 "Like!" The half-giant man said with a slurred tone: "Are you so dry?"

　　 "Idiot, ask which slave they are?" The high-ranking templar opened his hood, revealing a half-bald hazel hair. His eyes were greedy and dull, his cheeks were swollen and dark, and his thin upper and lower lips were tight. Even if it was more than ten meters away, Sadiri could clearly feel that the other party's eyes couldn't help but look at her. The female mage quickly judged that he was a lustful and lustful person, who would become a victim of her charm.

　　 So without waiting for the half-giant to ask questions, Satiri smiled seductively, and took the conversation over: "I belong to the tool dealer Malut", her voice is gentle and sweet, which is much more pleasant than when she spoke to Zhao Mai.

　　 When the official's gaze rested unabashedly on her, Satiri changed her expression again. She looked away shyly, like a curious and timid girl, with half of her pride in her heart because of being valued before, and the other half with anticipation and nervousness about what happened next. I don't know if it is magic or psychic powers, or simply Satire's innate ability: a blush slowly climbed up her cheeks, making her smooth, ivory skin more delicate.

　　Who is Malut? No one knows who Malut is, only those of the masked alliance who handed Sadiri this bluff method to know? Because most people will pay attention to Satiri's beauty and forget these details, she has avoided many checks with this name. There are many templar officials like this kind of lust. They either use power, money, or force to do whatever they want with the slaves. Only the master of the slave is qualified (but not necessarily capable) to care about them, the rejection of the slave is worthless. Satiri's beauty will make the Templar no longer care about the identity and power of his master, and just want to happen. The female mage can take the opportunity to lead officials and guards to a secluded place, which can reduce the difficulty whether it is to escape or deal with it.

　　 "Malut? What did he tell you to come out for?" The Templar's eyes touched Zhao Mai's body, as if he didn't want to wait for more than half a second, as if there was something dirty on the man. "Why do you still bring a man and a dog, do you still like this taste? What an interesting woman."

　　 "Uh..." Sadili didn't know what to do with the last half sentence, so she could only answer the first half: "The master's daughter's pet was lost by this slave. I'm here to supervise him..."

　　 was interrupted before he finished speaking. "Malut must be a loyal courtier. He will definitely be willing to lend his slaves to the king, and I will take it." His lustful eyes were unconcealed, and he also hoped that Satiri would be uncovered, so he stretched out his hand. Caught it.

　　 The two and a half giants also laughed, and surrounded them one by one. Zhao Mai silently slipped a step to the side, staring at the exposed neck of the Templar, and the tiled dagger slipped into his palm.

　　 "Please, handsome guy, my job is almost late!" The female mage fell to the ground, more body parts exposed from under the relatively narrow clothes. She frantically pulled the skirt with one hand to cover it, but there were more shoulders and curves below. This is to cover her other hand: she presses that one on the ground, and starts to gather the natural energy around her in accordance with the guardian's spellcasting method, ready to cast spells at any time. She hoped that the exposed spring scenery could cover the light of magic spells for a while.

　　 Energy quickly gathered to her arm, it was very easy to do this in the city where the Witch King lived. But she has cast several spells today, and it is getting harder and harder to control the energy absorption without harming the surrounding environment. The power of blasphemous magic gradually approached, and she already felt the magic going out of control. Damn, two bushes have been "sucked" to death by her today, which is enough for the teacher to scold them. If the power of blasphemy surges up and leaves Atas' hatred will in her body, then the teacher will not be finished with a single training, he will really "clean the door" and kill the blasphemer!

　　 "Please, don't... don't be here." Satiri made her last effort. "I will serve well, and I don't want others to watch. It's okay to... go aside, OK, just the two of us."

　　 "Ha, I like people watching, and I like watching." The templar smiled, "right here!"

　　 Zhao Mai is really unlucky, how could he run into such a pervert? He quickly investigated the surrounding situation to see if there were any other secret whistles, and at the same time waited for Satiri to take action and prepare to act together. He evaluated the combat effectiveness of the lecherous Templar, and six seconds should be enough to complete the kill.

　　 When the big hand of the half giant lifted her up, she had already completed the preparation for the spell. It is very dangerous to cast a spell secretly in front of a templar, because he may discover the action of the spell at any time and then interrupt the process. So, her spell is in her pursed red lips, on the tip of her slightly puckered nose, in every subtle expression.

　　 A sense of trance appeared in the Templar's mind. His heart beats fast, and then he fell into the charm of Satiri uncontrollably.

　　 The corners of Zhao Mai's mouth slightly cocked, he knew that the official had been recruited. After a moment of hesitation, only endless love remained in the eyes of the half-bald official—perhaps there was still some lustful thoughts left—but the most important vigilance was missing. Now the templar only wanted to help her, even if there was a risk, it seemed that the only way was right. Of course, there are limits to spells, and it is absolutely impossible for a Templar to hurt himself.

"Please, respectable handsome guy." Sadili pretended to be an easily injured little girl, and stretched out her arms for help: "At least, let my master know where I am and know that I am holy. The Lord Samurai is not lazy to serve. Then I will follow you and complete everything and everything you ask me to do."

　　Well, this expression and these words have a great influence on Zhao Mai, and I can’t wait to agree to it right away, let alone the high-ranking Templar warrior who has already received the charm spell. He tugged **** the clothes on his neck, and the moment of excitement made it wet. It seemed that the only way to ventilate was to radiate the endless heat in the body. He had already let go of his guard, even spit out his tongue, gasping for a few rough breaths, he had completely forgotten the image and majesty of the Templar.

"Okay, it's okay to inform Malut, but why bother? Malut is a loyal minister, isn't he? He won't oppose the king's order." Maybe the charm is over, and the templar is getting more and more anxious , Just thinking of completing the order as soon as possible, and then developing in the direction of urgency. "So, as long as you say no to him at any time, isn't the rest of the time ours? Also, you can let the guy holding the dog to let him know."

"He is just a stupid, and he doesn't know anything about it." Sadiri played on the spot: "He would mess things up. My master would whip my sister when he saw that I didn't go back. Oh, I'm sorry. My little sister, I'm about to cry again...Please help me!"

　　 Zhao Mai covered his forehead with his hand, and the development of the things in front of him had obviously exceeded his expectations, and it seemed that it was getting worse and worse. His imagination seems to have installed the "Long March V" carrier rocket, which runs faster and farther and farther in the deep and dark universe. Is there something wrong with Satiri's magic? How to practice his own psychic powers are all around. It seems that he is starting to be out of control. There are already psychic tentacles reaching out and starting to gather energy.

　　 "Okay, okay!" The Templar was finally persuaded, and he yelled at the half-giant: "Put her down, you idiot, you can't hurt it!"

　　Satiri squeezed a teardrop from the corner of her eye as soon as she landed, and then she hurriedly thanked him. "You are a good person!"

　　 is about to become a dead person, it's a good person to be said to be a good person... Zhao Mai thought.

"Anyway, my duty is to confiscate all the slaves who passed through this place, and a merchant who doesn't hand in slaves, this is what I want to see." The templar found a good reason for himself, "Lead the way girl ~www.NovelMTL.com~ I hope the guy named Malut is not far from here."

　　 The half-giant looked at each other and was about to follow. As if suddenly frightened, Satiri jumped to the side of the Templar and grabbed the corner of his sleeve tightly. "Are they coming too, it's terrible..."

　　 "Yes, what you said makes sense." With a kind smile on his face, the templar said to his men: "You continue to guard the gate, all the slaves are detained, understand?"

　　 "My lord, are you going alone?" The half-giant felt that this order conflicted with the previous "protect me" order, so he asked with concern.

　　 "I'm afraid when there are too many people, I can't do it..." Satiri continued to play her role. In Zhao Mai's view, these seductive and various "deep meaning" sentences are enough to eat the Templar to death.

"Yes, you two stay here. I will come as soon as I go." The templar untied a necklace from his belt, touched the two sides of the gate with the pendant, and made a counterclockwise rotation . Both Zhao Mai and Sadili could clearly feel that there was magic fading from near the gate, but they could not see what magic it was.

　　 The Templar warrior put the pendant away and said, "I can open this door."

"Fart! Where do you want to go? Shut me up and stand guard here!" This sentence was not said by the lustful templar, but by an acquaintance Zhao Mai had met: Pick him out and throw him on the construction site. High Templar Dojian on

　　 This tall beauty pushed open the door, still with a cold face, walked in from the direction of the outer city. She is holding the exact same pendant in her hand, followed by a long line of people ~www.NovelMTL.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all on ~www.NovelMTL.com~Mobile phone Users please go to read.