MTL - Cool Goddess Special Agent-Chapter 233 dead!

With a bang, Ting Danman squatted in a wide sleeve, and the momentum was like a rainbow. He sat down in the position of the illusionist, and the posture was quite a bit like the Queen of the World.

The successor ceremony of the illusionist is very simple. In front of everyone, the elders who are highly respected by the illustrious family are awarded the treasure of the new owner. After the new owner has received the treasure, the ceremony is completed.

"Shang Baoyin!" The illusionist disciple in charge of etiquette once again gave a brief voice.

As a result... everyone has stretched their necks, etc., and no one is carrying a treasure.

"The master of the house!" The voice of the announcement sounded again, this time there was a panic in the voice.

The people who arranged the pre-arranged treasures still did not appear.

Ting Danman’s face suddenly cooled down, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, but at this time, she couldn’t do anything because everyone was watching her.

"You don't have to wait, Baoyin is here." A beautiful voice suddenly burst into the air, and Chu Ye took a flowing red dress and floated out from the chrysanthemum necklace on the chest of the pavilion. It is a treasure of the homeowner who represents the supreme power of the illusionist.

Suddenly, the whole audience was a commotion.

"Who is this woman?"

"It’s so strange, I have never seen it..."

"How can the master of the illusionist be in her hands?"

"It turned out that the former leader of the pavilion brought in, what the singer is?"

"Look at this posture, it’s coming to the scene..."

Full of guests whispered to talk about it.

"Take the treasure, take it!" Ting Danman stared coldly at Chu Ye.

After seeing that the wild is just a senior witch, there is a scorn in his eyes.

Sweeping through the pavilion's gaze is as fierce as a sword, it is not difficult to imagine, she will not let the pavilion stand behind.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to give it to you, because it didn't belong to you!" Chu Ye did not fear to meet the eyes of Ting Danman.

"Do you want to die?" Ting Danman slowly stood up and looked down on Chu Ye.

"Why, I have done so many things that are unspeakable, afraid that I will tell you the true face?" Chu Ye sneered, then turned around and looked at the guests, saying loudly: "Everybody, today, everyone is squatting." In the presence, I have something to announce, please give me a testimony."

"In the end, what must be announced at this festival..." The guests were again stunned.

At this time, the main pavilion of the pavilion’s home was violently filming, and the anger pointed to the pavilion. “The obstacle is, today is the big day for your aunt to succeed as the illusionist, but you bring such a strange woman to make trouble. What exactly do you want?"

Ting Yuli smiled indifferently. "Father, don't be dry, you should listen to what Chu Ye wants to announce, who is right and who is wrong, and fair and reasonable."

"It’s just a noisy, come, and blast this scorpion and this woman." Tingri is not reasonable at all.

As a brother of Ting Danman, Tingri will not know what his sister is doing behind him, but he has always supported Ting Danman behind his back, because the fools know that if the illusionist falls into the hand of Ting Man, It is absolutely harmless to his entire pavilion.

Now that it’s hard to go to this step today, can he allow for a little bit of mistakes?

With one order, the two pavilion parents behind him immediately wanted to take people forward.

"Stand up!" Chuye's five fingers clasped the owner's treasure, and the voice was cold and cold. "Whoever dares to move forward, I will crush it."

The sound of the sound, the pavilion two elders immediately frightened to stop.

If there is no Baoyin, today's succession ceremony is equivalent to blowing down.

Chu Ye raised the treasures of all the guests, and said loudly: "Everyone is a person with a face and a face. Today, I have a problem with Chu Ye. Please ask the seniors to comment: If the illusionist is not dead, magic Is the position of the family owner supposed to be succeeded by the illusionist?"

"Of course!"

"This is the truth that everyone in the world knows."

"Yes, our family has been passed down from generation to generation."

"..."

The crowd returned with a slap in the face.

Chu Ye’s lips smiled, turned around, and looked up at Ting Danman, who was sitting in the home of the owner. “I don’t know the master of the illusion, what do you mean, do you agree with what you said?”

Ting Danman disapproved of saying: "How do you agree to disagree? Who knows that my illusionist has died unexpectedly in an experience two months ago..."

Chu Ye interrupted. "What if he didn't die?"

Ting Danman’s heart leaped and slammed his head like a torch to Chu Ye. “What do you mean by this?”

Is this woman not a single person? Is the city child coming too? Thinking about this, Ting Danman’s heart can no longer be peaceful.

"What do you mean to me? Just answer me. If the fantasy home is not dead, is it true that the succession ceremony of the homeowner today will be inherited by him?"

Ting Dan Manton was forced to say no word.

If she can answer, if the magic city really appears, then she is not going to give her hand to give up everything she has worked hard over the years.

But if she can't answer, so many eyes are looking at her, even if she is forced to board the position of the illusionist, it is also unspeakable, at best, a smashing woman in the morning of the chicken.

"Why don't you answer, such a simple question, even if you want to think so long, it really makes me wait for a good life to understand, everyone, you say it is not?" Chu Ye step by step.

Everyone nodded and agreed, and the voice of speculation sounded again.

Ting Danman clenched his fingers and finally gritted his teeth: "Of course, if the city is not dead, how can I bear the heavy burden of the illusionist for him?"

Now, she can only gamble, and the gambling city will not appear.

Unfortunately, this time, she lost the bet.

"Okay, this is what you said, so many people listen, you can't allow you to repent." Chu Ye's lips raised a long smile, and reached out to take the chrysanthemum necklace from the pavilion, a light Call: "Fantasy City, come out."

The next second, the black light flashed, a slender figure flashed out of the necklace, black clothes like ink, sword eyebrows flying, silhouette is pretty, not who the fantasy city is!

"He is a illusionist..."

"Yes, it’s a fantasy city..."

"I haven't seen it for two years, I have grown a lot, but I haven't changed much..."

Many people who have sat in the city have seen the Magic City. Now that the Magic City has appeared, they have recognized it.

"Less master, really a young master, the younger master is still alive..." And the illusionary parents and the younger brothers who were sitting were suddenly excited.

"See the Lord!" Some elders and children have already moved forward to the magic city.

Chu Ye knows that these people have recognized the Magic City so easily, and most of the credit goes to the illusion and the Seven Nights.

They planned to return to the illusionist in order to give these people ideological work and persuade these people to support the return of the magic city and seize power.

"Please, please!" Fantasy City made a virtual posture for everyone, not deliberately pleased, and did not deliberately put on the shelf, since there is a lesser style.

At the same time, it’s ugly to look at the face that has become ugly.

The two mothers and sons are quietly watching each other for a long time, long time.

Everyone who has been sitting for a long time feels the unusual atmosphere between their mother and child.

"Mother, can I still call you a mother like this?" In the end, the Magic City first spoke out, his eyes were so sad.

From small to large, Ting Danman is a stranger to him. She doesn't love him. He doesn't care about him. He ignores him. In addition to taking power, her life is practice. Maybe no one will believe, he grows up. At the age of 19, the number of times I met Ting Danman was absolutely no more than 19 times. What a sad number two.

Ting Danman’s ten fingers in the sleeves have fallen deeply into the palm of his hand. The blood is flowing out of her but it doesn’t feel pain. The gorgeous black robes cover the blood red. The pavilion Danman slowly raises a smile. Very weird smile, then to the fantasy city road: "City, you are still alive, good, very good."

Obviously, it is a very concerned word, but everyone in the room can't hear a trace of concern, but a bit... gnashing teeth.

The Magic City smiled dumbly, and he was speechless.

It was just that smile, how much injury, Chu Ye deeply understood.