Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

As night fell, inside a huge villa looking at the sea.

In this city, this villa can be called the first, no one disputes.

The cost of this villa alone is probably comparable to a five-star hotel.

At this moment, in front of this villa, two rows of luxury cars are like a long dragon, with hundreds of cars parked on both sides of the street.

Special caregiver, and the ladies and ladies with masks, and extraordinary figures appeared one by one.

Everyone is extremely extraordinary. Even though they don't meet their faces, their temperament is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

People have long been in high positions, and the coercion accumulated by often issuing orders has already permeated these people invisibly.

Among them, Qin Xuan walked one after another with Qin Yan'er dressed in white clothes and a mask he bought.

Among these people, there are many strange costumes, and Qin Xuan's white dress is not surprising in everyone's eyes.

In this banquet hall, each pair of guests will have a dedicated person responsible for the assessment.

In a room, the mask was taken off and compared with a photo with a special stamp on the invitation.

This is why there are pictures on the invitations in the masked ball.

On the upper floors of this villa, a sturdy middle-aged man is topless, revealing two unwieldy enchanting women, quietly looking down at the passing guests.

Biya!

Sheila is one of the twelve gods, known as the fierce god, and his strength is half the world.

In Shila, there are three main gods and twelve sub-gods. The Olympus list held by the three main gods is even more famous in the world.

Beside him, the two undressed women were holding tablet computers to detect information about visitors for Biya.

"Is there anything to pay attention to?" Biya smiled faintly. He shook a hand of the waves on the woman's chest on the right, playing with it wantonly.

"What I need to pay attention to here is that there are three people, all of them are disaster-level powerhouses." The woman panted, ****.

"A bishop of the Holy See of Light is here, too, an earl among the blood monks." Another woman wrapped Biya's neck with a charming voice, as if her bones were tingling.

Five disaster class?

Biya squinted his eyes and smiled softly: "Then you think, who of them did Agwei's death?"

When Agvi died, the chess pieces he played were stupid unless they were dead, which could not hide him.

After all, the city is not big, and the whole Sheila is only so big. Biya knew when someone contacted Agvi in ​​the afternoon and found out that the other party was missing.

The self-proclaimed loyal dog who kept sending beautiful women to himself died just like that.

Biya doesn't care about the life of a dog, but hitting him in the face on his territory, this ferocious **** who is greedy for beauty but must report his flaws can't be regarded as never happened.

"There are traces of the Holy Power of Light in it, maybe it is the bishop of the Holy See of Light?" One of the women seemed to be unable to bear Biya's play, her voice became more charming.

"I heard that they are two people. One of them is an Asian in white, who is easy to identify." Another woman smiled lightly, and then a photo appeared on the tablet in her hand.

In the photo, it was the face of Qin Xuan, and the clear reflection showed Qin Xuan's slightly immature face and indifferent expression.

Biya smiled, he didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes slightly.

Especially, after he saw that photo, Qin Yan'er's beautiful face behind Qin Xuan.

Suddenly, he suddenly turned over and pressed the two women underneath him, and an exquisite melody suddenly spread throughout the room.

...

At the masked ball, Qin Yaner frowned slightly, especially when the reviewers took photos of her and Qin Xuan.

"Agewei's death should not be hidden from Biya!"

Qin Yan'er said softly, holding a glass of red wine, and looking at Qin Xuan.

The masked Qin Xuan seemed to be a bit more mysterious, less immature, and more charming.

However, Qin Yan'er didn't care about this, except that he was a little surprised at the beginning.

"If you can't hide it, you can't hide it." Qin Xuan smiled faintly, and took a sip of red wine. "A catastrophic ant, why bother?"

"Sheila has always been united. The twelve gods and the three main gods are all one. If Biya insists on taking revenge, there will be some trouble." Qin Yaner said slowly, but soon she smiled, "Yes, even if it is. Offending the three major gods of Sheila is actually nothing, they will not be stupid enough to be enemies of the Qing Emperor."

Qin Xuan smiled faintly at Qin Yan'er's slight compliment and shook his head slightly.

"Do you know the auction item this time?" Qin Xuan asked. He asked Qin Yan'er to inquire about it before.

"I don't know, Biya kept this part secret very well!"

While they were laughing and talking, a figure was watching Qin Yan'er.

This was a bishop in a red robe, and he looked at Qin Yan'er with surprise in his eyes.

Although Qin Yan'er was masked and concealed his breath, Simon still noticed a slight difference.

The Holy See of Illumination has a unique means of perceiving protagonists, especially for the physique suitable for the Holy Power of Illumination, many bishops can clearly feel it.

Although Qin Yan'er concealed his aura and covered his face with a mask, the bishop still couldn't avoid being aware of Qin Yan'er.

In his eyes, Qin Yan'er's physique on the field is like a pearl in the dark.

"The God of Light, let me meet a favored one, my God!"

The bishop sighed, vaguely, he also felt familiar with Qin Yan'er.

It’s just that Qin Yan'er used to wear armor in the Holy See of Guangming, proud of the world. Now he hides his face with a mask, and faces Qin Xuan with a weak posture. This bishop has met Qin Yan'er. But that was when Qin Yan'er was a child. Since Qin Yan'er got the inheritance of a knight commander and became the number one holy horse, even if he wanted to see this world-destroying first holy horse, he didn't have the qualifications.

For many reasons, the bishop really didn't recognize Qin Yan'er at all, and he didn't expect that the first holy horse he once awed, and now the hated apostate, the greatest shame of the Holy See in a century is right in front of him.

Not only the bishop noticed Qin Yan'er, but another person also noticed Qin Yan'er.

A person wearing a clown mask, he looked at Qin Yan'er quietly, and then he stepped over.

"This lady, can you admire your face and dance with me?"

The man walked up to Qin Yan'er, knelt down on one knee, and the corner of his mouth was bent, revealing a charming arc.

This scene stunned Qin Yan'er slightly, and the man's fiery gaze made her frown and her eyes were cold.

Before Qin Yaner said anything, an indifferent voice sounded.

"roll!"

Qin Yan'er was stunned, she turned to look at Qin Xuan who was making noise.

But seeing Qin Xuan's eyes calm, he looked at the man like an ant.

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Before 11 o’clock today, the monthly pass has passed 370 five shifts, two hundred monthly passes a day, I promise five shifts... The monthly pass will not stop, the violence will continue