Wonderful Trip To Another World

On this day, "natural disasters" no longer exist.

After Gaiola and Erion burned their lives, all the witch compatriots were able to escape. They ran desperately, but looked at the city from time to time on the way to escape.

The wind and snow is getting weaker but not stopping, as if mourning the death of that person. An atmosphere of sorrow spreads among the witches. They are a little confused, and they have been fighting for so long without fear of death. What is the end of them?

Belen stood among the ruins, watching the blue light fade away, ripples in his dark blue eyes, and he let out a deep sigh.

It is really fortunate that the people who stayed in this city to fight with them are themselves and others. If they are replaced by those high-end combat powers that have already gone on the expedition, they may not even be able to see such a beautiful scene, even though they are guilty.

In this world, there must be evil first and then good. Even those who bear the sins have good intentions in their hearts. Perhaps this good intention is only for someone around them.

"Then, it's time for work."

Belen let go of his sword, and the snow lion turned into blue spots of light and disappeared. The aura on his body faded, his temperament was withered, and his consumption was also great, especially in his mind. Yes, but his expression is very relaxed.

And at this time, Antrina also flew with wings of wind, smiled when she saw the white-haired young man, and then slowly fell down and came to the latter's side.

Belen glanced at Antrina, then said, "She's gone, too."

"Well, she's gone, she looks very happy." Antelina recalled Erian's smile when she left, she seemed to be infected, and she also smiled.

When can I leave as happy as her?

Immediately afterwards, Antelina looked at her student, and she smiled and said: "When can I leave this world happily like her?"

"Huh?" Belen also suddenly turned his head to the elf woman beside him, and said in a panic: "What are you talking about? Don't miss it!"

"Haha, I'm nervous." Antelina smiled playfully, and then said meaningfully: "I don't think about it, of course, if something happens to you, it's impossible to say. "

"Why can't you think about it if I have an accident?" Belen glanced at her helplessly, just as the latter was joking, and walked forward, looking at the falling snow in front of him, corresponding to his hair color.

Looking at the white-haired figure walking in front of her, Antelina’s smile was slowly put away, her cyan eyes were sad, she didn’t take her own business seriously, but made others care so much. After all, it’s not. Is your fault? You **** disciple, can you be a little conscious?

"Didn't you notice it? Your body has begun to rely on magic to survive, just like they did." Antelina whispered softly, holding her hands slowly.

I don't know how long it will be before he will usher in his end.

I hope that moment will come slowly.

After entering the royal city, many people stared at the white-haired man in white. After knowing that the outside had subsided, they all knew who this man was.

"That's Master White-haired Sword Saint! Is the one next to Master Sword Saint? So beautiful!"

Some teenagers and girls all exclaimed. For them, this was the first time they saw such a big person, and it was as extraordinary as the legend.

But at this moment, Belen didn't care about their gazes, he still had something to worry about, so he walked very fast, and soon he arrived at the special armament department, although at this moment there were full of wounded people everywhere.

"Ilia..."

Thinking of the unconscious girl, Belen felt a little anxious. Although he knew that the girl was not life-threatening, he was still very nervous.

After getting the information through some guards, Belen immediately rushed to the second floor and came to the room where Flotti was resting. The moment he opened the door, the few familiar figures caught his eye, and there was a person on that bed. The silver-haired girl was lying there peacefully, seeming to be asleep.

"Mr. Belen!"

After hearing the sound of opening the door, La Tier immediately turned her head, and was surprised when she saw that it was Belém. She was still worried about the latter's situation before.

Immediately afterwards, La Tier saw the many blood stains on Belen's body and the extremely eye-catching wound on her left shoulder. She was taken aback, stood up from her position, and greeted her.

"Mr. Belén! Are you okay? Take care of the wound!"

Hearing this, Belen shook his head, and he comforted him: "I'm okay, how is she doing with Elia?"

Despite this, La Tier was still uneasy about Belen's injuries. She shook her head and said, "Ilia, she's okay! Wendy is here. Let her help Mr. Belen treat the wound. Mr. Belen always Don’t take your own business to heart."

"Big brother, let me help you."

"Then trouble you."

Wendy stepped forward, put her hands on the blood-stained left shoulder, and the magic of incomparable warmth radiated from it to wrap the wound.

Belen sat on the chair in front of the window, looked at Ilia who was unconscious, was silent for a while, and then asked: "Illiya will probably take a long time to wake up, right?"

"Ilia has some traumas on her body, and her internal injuries are not serious." Wendy explained, and then said euphemistically: "Ilia, she has consumed too much magic power. She is very weak now. She should be in a coma for several days, but There is no danger to life."

"I see."

Belen also breathed a sigh of relief~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Although he wanted to use his magic power to repair Ilia’s injury, it was not Al’s original condition. Liya is not life threatening, he should let it go, otherwise he might hate himself to death if something goes wrong.

At this time, Hill was in an unexpected situation. She asked, "Belen, is the outside already over?"

"Well, it's over." Belen withdrew his gaze from Ilia. He responded and then slowly stood up. He came to the glass inlaid window and looked through the glass to the place that has not stopped. Piaoxue sighed inexplicably.

A really tiring day.

At the same time, when everyone thought the matter was over, a figure in a black robe slowly descended over Hislant, and those eyes with pentagrams staring at the huge sky. The Elephant Lita.

"What you want to do, let me help you get some interest back."

The real disaster came, and the gray magic circle full of death quietly emerged in the void, just floating above the Heavenly Elephant Tower of the Holy See.