Your Highness, Don’t Be Like This

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"Don't burn him! He is saving the world!"

Helen's voice was so harsh in this quiet and dilapidated hall. Everyone heard the words ‘Hober is saving the world’, but no one had any reaction.

It seems that they all know what Hober is doing.

Prince Dracula glanced here. From the clothes of the three Helen, he recognized that they are newcomers, but there are newcomers here every month. Therefore, he was too lazy to watch, much lazy to explain.

But a scrawny beggar with a crown beside Dracula turned his head back lazily.

"Don't talk nonsense, little girl." The beggar said while rubbing the mud on his body and chewing on the rotten chicken legs in his hands: "This world is long gone. No one can save it."

After eating the chicken bones, the king suddenly sighed. He grabbed a few lice and stuffed it in his mouth, and said to Dracula: "But the little girl is right-old cousin, you Can I take a few days off? It’s burned every day, every day someone burns it, I’m tired of it, and I’m going to burn it today, but it’s a magician.

Everyone in the hall seemed to be slightly moved.

Dracula seemed to care about the thoughts of these people, and he opened his mouth to speak.

"Huh, ridiculous magician." Dracula said with a sneer: "His humble magic power is no better than you Muggles. He can also be called a magician?"

As he said, Dracula stretched out his hand suddenly. The stone steps outside the hall suddenly cracked.

Suddenly the sky broke and the earth cracked, and a fierce **** fire emerged from the cracks of the earth. The fire of **** spread from the gate to a distance of tens of meters. The countless insects and monsters visible in the fog were burned to ashes.

Even the mist has been dispersed a little.

Under the fierce flames near the church, it almost became a hell. But the power of this **** seemed to make the fog deeper. In a blink of an eye, the fog suddenly shrouded back like a burning fire.

And those grounds that were split by Dracula's terrifying magic power slowly recovered after being shrouded in fog.

The old cousin's ‘clearing strange’ is a bit like drinking poison to quench thirst. But it showed his terrifying magic power—compared to a magician like Hober with a magic power of less than 1, he was almost like a god.

"He just took a look at those eight forbidden books, but I didn't even dare to study the'twisted book' ("The Power of Mind: How to Distort a World")!" Dracula said coldly He smiled, and meant to strike while the iron was hot: "But you see what the lunatic Hobo has done! He didn't listen to my advice, studied the taboo, and touched the taboo of God! The whole world is distorted because of him. Eventually caused this disaster!"

There was silence in the church, and everyone was lost in thought—Dracula seemed to have some truth.

Dracula looked at the red sky beyond the gate with complicated eyes.

"All scholars who study forbidden will offend the entire world. We must burn him to death!" Dracula emphasized: "Today, it may be our last chance. Now everything is too late!"

This time the scene was finally no longer so deserted.

The wizard's words gave the whole hall a voice, and many people's eyes looked at the wizard differently.

Many people have always believed that there was a reason for this disaster-such as the evil god, such as sin, such as offending the gods.

But the magician Hober kept saying no.

Now everything is clearly understood-it turns out that all the errors are caused by Hober, and it turns out that Hober is the source of that evil!

Everyone was deceived by him!

At this moment, people finally found that life-saving straw, in order to save the country and the world. Everyone reached a consensus at this moment.

"It's him! On the day he came! I felt something was wrong with him!"

"Yes, it was his sin that brought the evil spirit over! It is because of him that the evil spirit has been watching us!" A ragged priest shed tears of repentance and prayed to the moon **** statue.

Someone said: "Damn liar! We were all deceived by him!"

Others said: "I have evidence! Those monsters don't eat him! He must have already made a deal with the devil!"

The topic seems to be a bit out of tune, and the various evidences given by everyone are not right with what Dracula said.

But at this moment, no one cares about these anymore.

An old beggar with a jewel scepter even tremblingly picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the magician Hober: "I burned the wrong thing before! It seems that the real source of evil is He. Uncle! Moon God, forgive me, this time it must be right!"

Following the archbishop's actions, more and more people became angry.

But the two scholars in the corner of the hall have been turning the book for a long time, turning a blind eye to all this.

The same is true for kings and most beggars. They still have a numb face, just rubbing the mud there and clutching the lice.

There is no excitement. In the years when everyone is trapped in the endless cycle of this world, great wizards and explorers will come here every day.

Everyone has heard what it says, and every method has been tried.

As for scenes like today, they have seen it too many times.

Every new savior was full of confidence at the beginning, but in the end he was as desperate as himself and joined the ranks of beggars.

But when night falls, just before dawn, everything will return to yesterday.

People are trapped forever on ‘this day’.

Even if someone gets rid of this day, they will not lose their memory. It's just that they wander like beggars in this city-they watch those who haven't "woke up" doing the same thing day after day, year after year.

I watched the neighbors greet myself every morning, saying the same words.

Everything remains the same, no matter what you do, it makes no difference.

Occasionally, there will be people who wake up, who can't stand the torture in the end, choose to sleep, and choose to return to the city to live ‘happy’.

But there will never be fewer beggars, because there are always people who wake up again—they don’t know how many times they have woken up.

There are always newcomers, and those who want to save here, come to this world.

But their arrival only made people fall into the abyss of even more despair after seeing hope.

In the noise, the king and others grabbed the lice and looked at the faded world outside. Looked at the gray and white sky.

This world has lost its color, just like the people in this world who have been completely numb.

Salvation is torture, everyone has already given up, given up on this world, given up on themselves.

Except for a madman...

"Bad!" The girl's roar interrupted everyone's thoughts.

The beggars looked at the little girl with tears in her eyes, and the angry crowd also looked over.

"You are all bad guys! He's saving the world! You don't help, you have to kill him!" Helen shredded the script and stepped on it-shit script, let herself burn it. Hobo.

They are all bad guys, and Louis is a bad guy too~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He just watches the excitement and doesn't care at all.

"The road is tired! Tell them! As long as there is a heavy rain, the world will have color-Helen thinks this is good. Isn't this world without color? The heavy rain of seven colors will bring color. Hurry up and listen to the song in the mist. He is telling you that he has not given up on you."

"Are you crazy?" someone shouted, "You two went crazy when you first came here!"

Louis suddenly opened his mouth.

"Indeed, heavy rain is not the only plan to save here." Louis looked at Dracula: "There is a simpler plan-Mr. Dracula seems to have thought of this plan."

Louis's voice penetrated the hall, gradually quieting the voice in the whole hall.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Dracula yelled suddenly, his face gloomy.

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall suddenly became quiet, and many people couldn't help but looked at Dracula. After finding that his face was extremely ugly, they were all a little unclear.

The silence of the hall suddenly made the messy sound at the door very harsh. Everyone turned around and found that the group of idiots who had come to film the movie had entered the hall. Those discussing the scripts of the people in a mess, and some people holding video cameras and cameras kakka to shoot all kinds of random pictures of the crowd here.

And this group of idiots even regarded the people here as a group performance. They stood next to the person named Louis and praised the group performance he found in a timely manner.

This situation is so disharmonious, and everyone can't help being stunned.

Even Dracula sticks out his head like a goose-everyone has seen those idiots during the day, but the point is, how did they get in?

This is all monsters outside! How did they get in?