His Highness the Son moves the cat online

"When I was basking in the sun in your arms, I observed everyone." Dijiaer lay on the rocking chair, and he turned his head to look at the witch beauty with a calm expression: "Layden found the key in the handle , I also arranged it."

"As expected of His Highness Dijiaer." Wu Meiren sighed softly: "Just went out for a while, and even arranged everything for the future."

"But I didn't expect, Wu...you actually planted a miniature magic circle on Sapeka." Di Jia smiled at him: "That kid should have killed Sapeka, those treasures... let him Give it to the survivors."

"How many pirates like Zapeka are there?" Wumei looked sideways at the sea, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Hasn't the Saar Palace ever sent troops to suppress it?"

"Sent it a few years ago." Looking at the white gulls flying in the sky, Dijiaer closed his eyes and sighed softly: "I cleaned up more than half of it, but... was stopped by the Temple of Light."

The witch beauty raised her eyes to look at him.

"Back then, the task of suppressing pirates was given to Duke Robb." Digar spread his fingers, and he looked at the sky through the gaps between his five fingers: "Duke Robb is getting old, and he wanted to return to his hometown after finishing off the pirates." Take care of your life."

"The Temple of Light... What did you do?" The witch beauty sat down beside Di Jiaer, and he stared down into his blue eyes and asked, "Or, what order did the Pope give?"

"The Pope said...they felt the breath of the guardian paladins in other places." Di Jia chuckled: "Just like the orange-rank monsters, the guardian paladins are just a legend, for an illusory thing...the Temple of Light Let Duke Robb lead the army to support."

"Gal..."

"I know that orange-rank monsters are real, otherwise you wouldn't have met me." Dijiaer stretched out his hand, and he stretched out his index finger to pick up a strand of witch beauty's hanging hair: "But the guardian paladin is different. , for hundreds of years, there is no record about them.”

"What about the end?" Wu Meiren asked, "Is there any news about the Guardian Paladin?"

Digar shook his head.

"Duke Robb..."

"After I came back, I was depressed and fell into a serious illness." Di Jiaer sighed: "These years, I have lived in seclusion."

The witch beauty lowered her head and pursed her lower lip. He squeezed his fingers and said softly, "If, I really have enough strength to become the Pope..."

Di Jia raised his head and looked at him quietly.

"I'll let..."

The witch beauty had just started, but Dijiaer suddenly took the opponent's hand and rolled to the side. Almost at the same moment, there was a loud noise from the place where the two were originally.

The rocking chair that Dijiaer was lying on had long since disappeared, and a big hole had been smashed into the deck there, and the witch beauty was protected by Dijiaer in his arms. He looked up at Dijiaer, and saw The bloodstains scratched by sawdust frowned instantly.

The source of light was condensed on the fingertips, and she raised her hand to lightly brush Dijiaer's cheek. The witch beauty stood firmly in his arms and asked, "Just now... what is that?"

"I don't know." Dijiaer protected the witch beauty behind him, and he walked towards the place where the hole was smashed out: "Witch, you stand where you are and don't move. I'll go and have a look."

"Gal..." the witch beauty stretched out her hand towards him, at the same time, a huge vortex suddenly appeared on the sea surface, the witch beauty grabbed the side of the boat beside her and shouted: "It's a monster! I saw a shadow on the boat Down!"

"That thing... pierced the bottom of the boat." Di Jia took a few steps back and grabbed Wu Meiren's arm: "Wu, this ship will sink in a short time, we must find a way to get out of here."

"Yes." Wu Meiren nodded: "It sinks very fast."

"I will change back to my original form in a while, you... lie on my back." Di Jiaer smiled bitterly at him: "I am ashamed to say that although I am an orange-level monster... my strength in water is not as useful as that of a human form .”

"No need, Jiaer." The witch beauty shook his head, he condensed a long sword out of ice and held it in his hand: "Can your human form float in the air?"

"can."

Wu Meiren didn't speak any more, he directly read out the mantra of Yujian flying in his heart.

Stepping on the flying sword, the witch beauty stretched out her hand towards Di Jiaer, and he slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Your Highness Di Jiaer, do you want to come up?"

Di Jiaer stared at him blankly, and finally, raised the corner of his mouth and passed his hand over: "Okay, then I will trouble you... Your Highness the Holy Son."

The flying sword was suspended in mid-air, Wu Meiren watched the vortex on the sea gradually engulfing the ship, he sighed softly: "I can't tell what kind of monster it is at all."

"It's very hidden." Di Jiaer pondered: "I didn't notice the other party approaching at all, and it may be...the sea water blocked my ability to distinguish smells."

"Right now, let's go to Cangyue Continent first." Wu Meiren sighed: "There are no boats, it is too conspicuous from the air, and it is very likely to be detected by the enchantment of the Temple of Light."

Dijiaer didn't speak, his eyes stared at the sea without blinking, until Wu Meiren noticed something was wrong and turned around, and saw Dijiaer said with a serious expression: "Wu, stay away from the sea."

"Gal?"

"That thing is following." Dijiaer jumped off the flying sword, the lightning in his hand flickered, and his blue eyes were fixed on the sea: "It is very likely that the other party is a water-type red-rank monster."

"Red rank monster." The witch beauty lowered her eyes, and he took out a magic scroll from his arms and spread it out: "It wants to attack us?"

"It seems... yes." Dijiaer sneered suddenly, because at this moment, dozens of water jets spiraled up from the sea, and these water jets trapped the two of them like birdcages. in.

"Looking for death!" Di Jia raised his hand, and the lightning mixed with golden flames slashed towards the water column. The witch beauty stared at the sea below her feet, holding the scroll spread out in her hand, and silently chanted a spell .

Those water jets seemed to be conscious, and when the thunder light was about to touch, they turned into little streams of water and fell from the air, but after the thunder light passed by, they gathered together indomitably.

"It seems that we still have to force out its real body first." The witch beauty let go of the scroll in her hand and watched him dissipate into the air as little stars: "Frost and Cold Fourteen Continents, one style."

Dijiaer turned his head and saw tens of thousands of densely packed flying swords appeared in the void behind Wu Meiren. Wu Meiren's long body and jade sleeves flew up, and his cold eyes looked at the sea surface lightly. waved.

In an instant, all swords were fired.

Some of these flying swords rushed directly into the bottom of the sea, and the other part stopped when they touched the sea surface. With the tip of each sword as the center, a thick layer of ice quickly condensed on the sea surface.

Even the water column in mid-air has completely turned into an icicle. Looking around, it seems that a huge ice layer has grown out of thin air on this sea.

At the same time, the monster on the bottom of the sea finally revealed its true colors. Accompanied by the sound of explosions on the water surface, a bulging figure jumped into the air from the bottom of the sea, followed by several ice swords.

Like an inflated hydrogen balloon, a monster of the same color as the ocean twisted its chubby body, and only two golden pupils could be seen on his whole body. He took a deep breath, and the monster turned towards the witch. The beauty spit out a bunch of... bubbles?

"What is this?" Wu Meiren was slightly taken aback: "Blisters?"

"Witch! Get out of the way!"

Wu Meiren didn't have time to react, the bubble in front of her burst instantly, and he was hugged in his arms, and because of the huge momentum, he retreated extremely quickly.

Can barely control the flying sword under her feet, the witch beauty opened her eyes, and saw Dijiaer pursed her lips and frowned, he smiled at the witch beauty as if he wanted to say something, but his mouth was Coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Gal!"

"...I'm fine." Dijiaer wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, "I'm very capable of repairing, don't worry."

The witch beauty looked at his bloody back with cold eyes. Since coming to this world, for the first time, he had the desire to kill this monster in the sea that he had never met before.

"Gal, take a good rest." The witch beauty's fingertips were filled with bright magic, and he handed Di Jia a bottle of potion with lowered eyes and said: "The attack of the red monster, my source of light can't completely heal you for a while, You wait here for me."

"witch……"

"Leave that monster to me." Wu Meiren turned around, put his fingers together and quickly drew a few runes in the air. These are the spells he researched in his previous life when he was in retreat, because it consumed too much spiritual power. It was left idle by him.

But at this moment, with the last stroke, the entire surface of the sea seemed to stand still for a few seconds. A golden stream of light flashed across Wu Meiren's black eyes.

The arm-thick ice chains broke through the sea and shot straight into the sky, and what was locked in by layers of ice chains was a bulging sphere.

Wu Meiren's expression was indifferent, he grabbed the void forcefully, the sound of the chains rubbing against each other made a crisp sound, and the monster jumped in place anxiously after several collisions.

Seeing that the ice chains were getting tighter and tighter, the monster suddenly spit out colorful bubbles from its mouth. Just as the witch beauty was on guard, an object the size of a leather ball rushed out from the gap in the ice chains.

The speed of that thing was so fast that Wu Meiren raised her hand and erected a three-layer barrier with ice in front of her. With a few cracking sounds, Wu Meiren lowered her eyes expressionlessly.

In his hand, he held a mass of jelly-like object, which was cold and elastic, provided that this object put away its mouth full of fangs.

"The lackey of the Temple of Light!" This group is really a red-rank monster. It was pinched by the witch beauty with both hands, and the pair of gold-plated animal pupils stared round, but the sound that came out was full of milk.

"A lackey of the Temple of Light?" Wu Meiren tilted her head: "Are you talking about me?"

"I heard your conversation!" Tuanzi said angrily, "He called you His Highness Son! Tell me! Is the Pope your father?"