My host is the thief six

Chapter 301 Where My Heart Goes, You Are God (17)

Yu Sheng was strolling on the top of this mountain, and actually called two people to her.

"Who are you?"

Two magicians wearing black cloaks appeared in the forest. They held magic scepters as tall as a person in their hands, and looked at the slender figure in the darkness warily.

"It took so long to get two?" Yu Sheng tutted lightly, and she took a step forward, "Where is the headquarters of your Dark Temple? Can you tell me?"

Two dark magicians: "..."

Is it because they have been hiding for too long, unable to keep up with this fickle world?

These days, someone asks as soon as they come up, where is your home, let me know and I will go for a robbery.

Yes, they heard that the man in front of him wanted to rob!
What's more, the person in front of him is a magician of the bright line!The kind that don't deal with them!
Feeling more and more vigilant in their hearts, the two of them grasped the scepter in their hands, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Go to your house as a guest."

【…】Do you believe what you say? ?

Anyway, it doesn't believe it!
"What's the nonsense with a little doll? Let's settle it quickly. We still have business to do when we come out."

The other dark magician glanced at Yu Sheng's small body, and with a disdainful tone, he raised the magic scepter in his hand first, and opened his mouth to start chanting magic.

As a result, the spell was only halfway out when it was interrupted by Yu Sheng.

"Is this how you dark magicians treat guests?"

[…] So you are still a customer? ?
"How is it possible! You are just a little doll, how could you be able to cast magic instantly!"

The dark magician looked at his feet that had been frozen in the blink of an eye in amazement, and they were very solid.

Even the bone-piercing cold of ice seemed to spread from his feet, freezing his veins inch by inch.

He couldn't help shivering, the dark magician was about to raise his head to speak, when a fist came to him, which hurt the bridge of his nose.

Your little sister is still your little sister.

After beating the person to the ground, Yu Sheng squatted down, put his hands on his knees and looked at them who were motionless, "Hey, I have a sense of control, don't pretend to be dead."

Dark Mage: "..."

No, I am dead.

The kind that died in situ, not even ashes left.

"Your dark temple, has there never been a temple master?"

Yu Sheng continued to ask, "Shall I send you a palace master?"

"..."

The dark magician who was lying on the ground and crashed to death seemed to have moved. He turned his head to look at Yu Sheng, his tone full of suspicion, "You light magicians would be so kind?"

"I'm an extraordinary light magician." Yu Sheng raised his chin, "Just tell me if you want it or not?"

"Who knows if this is a trick of your Temple of Light? We won't believe you."

"That is, you lackeys of the God of Light, bah, rubbish, who will believe what you say?"

Another dark magician spat, then received a ruthless punch, holding his eyes and screaming.

"Master of the Dark Temple, do you want it?"

Dark Mage: "The Lord of the Dark Temple? Do we need him in the Dark Temple?"

Gritting his teeth, he decided that he couldn't be so cowardly, and with the last bit of strength he got up from the ground, he came to Yu Sheng and hugged her leg with his arms.

"Boss, we want it!"

Yu Sheng: "..."

This is probably another group of sand sculptures.

(End of this chapter)