Chapter 716 Ch715 Iron Lily's Rage

Chapter 716 Ch.715 Iron Lily's Furious

Not only that "traveler's dental caries".

Rose knew very well who the two double swords sent by Xiandel were for - Harleda, the little slave, had good luck. He became a 'baby' as soon as he joined the tea party.

By the way.

Those two slightly curved scimitars made Rose jealous even more than caries.

This is a weapon-like thing.

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"Name": Iron Lily's Fury

"Type": Strange object (weapon·double scimitar)

"Description": The sharp blade of attempting revenge.

The hands of the textile female worker made the weapon more agile and sharp.

When holding them, the holder wields significantly and gradually climbs to the limit of the physical fitness of the holder.

Every time you collide or rub with a real object, there will be a chance of tearing.

Note: The holder will become the 'Abstinent': After holding, the "Rage of the Iron Lily" will curse its owner - she must remain holy and pure until the curse on the weapon is broken, or die in a rush Comes to tear.

Note: ‘The Furious Iron Lily’ only recognizes and only shows its power in the hands of female holders.

Note: Men also have ways to activate the 'Iron Lily's rage', as long as he has enough courage and determination to go all out - how much do you like these two knives?

Note: The holder cannot lift the curse within one year and will be torn to pieces by the 'Iron Lily's rage'.

Note: Please be cautious.

This is about an erased tragedy.

A fire.

A feast of neck twisting.

A furnace of blood and spinning.

Silence its anger.

You are truly qualified to have it for a long time.

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The two scimitars brought back by Xiandel were not as Rose thought, and would be left to Halleda - Roland did consider it like this. Given that Hallida has the piece of paper that can ‘hide treasures’ given by Ms. Burns, it’s okay to have a slightly larger weapon.

However, the curse on the blade is deterring.

Female textile worker.

Fire and neck-wrenching feast.

Instead of holding it and rushing through the unsolved cases that have rotted in history after the countdown of the year, it is better to wait until it is thoroughly investigated and then talk about it clearly.

These two knives are temporarily stored in Rose's training ground.

It's too dangerous.

Until they find out the secret of "breaking" the curse, otherwise no one will take it out.

"I guess it's about the textile factory," Rose said, "It's about the case of the textile female worker."

Roland was surprised: "It's not ordinary, but it's not ordinary, Rose. Although I've told you that it's related to the textile factory, you repeated it and obviously you're smarter than that Mr. Darwin."

Rose looked at him silently, raised her arm, and slowly raised a small civilized finger.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Roland was 'fury': "How dare you give me this finger!"

"I dare to do more!" Rose rolled in the spot, avoiding someone's itchy palm, giggled, got up and ran: "Give you a finger! You told me not to Have been happy all morning! Roland Collins! Shouldn't that be given to me? "

"You're also secretly taking the boat!"

Roland took the "little cloth ball" handed over by Harleda - Rose's socks, rolled it up, and held it in his hand.

"I'll give you this! Don't teach me to catch it!"

Rose smiled and shouted, her eyes between emerald and cat's eye were dyed with a layer of excitement as she ran.

"tyrant!"

She shouted sweetly, and made a happy sound on the floor.

Roland was as quick and silent as a cat with a lengthening limb. He caught up with Rose in just a few steps. The girl didn't submit, rolled her arms around his pecking hand, without a blade, but wanted to bend backwards and turn it back The arrogant king tripped on the ground, folded his arm behind him, and asked again:

"Now, who is the king and who is the minister?"

She took a step forward, twisted her body flexibly, clasped Roland's wrist with both hands and threw it back!

Roland was twisted and dropped onto the inner floor.

There was a thud.

Two people went up and down.

Rose pressed Roland, pressing his hand holding her socks, her face turned red and a few beads of sweat oozing out of her collarbone.

Thrilling.

landed on Roland's chin.

"Now, who won?"

The cute and stupid girl raised her eyebrows, raised her head, and tapped Roland's wrist again and again.

then.

The wrist twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.

Slide out of her hand.

"I said it! Don't do these in front of me!" Rose glared: "It's so scary!"

Since Roland's Third Ring Road, he has tried it thoroughly several times. What level can he do? Simply put, all the fighting techniques on the market that can "lock" human bodies are ineffective for him.

This will not mention some incredible actions during war...

These are the things Rose hates.

Too scary.

Just like...

Like a dummy!

"Press your nose in."

The girl lies on her chest gasped for a few breaths, pressed Roland's nose with her fingers, flattened it, and shrank her head away from watching, unable to stop smiling.

"That's ugly!"

"Like a cat without a nose!"

She greeted Halida and came to see her. When she smiled, she forgot that someone was still holding her little socks in her hand.

Then…

Just stuffed it into your mouth.

Had a word.

Roland turned over and ran away.

Two fists fell on the chest and waved them, and their running posture was very standard.

"You bastard! That's socks!"

She thought... she thought Roland was joking, like a... like a dress for a fight - she and he also used iron rods and cross swords to fight, and no one really stabbed it in the stomach...

How can socks work!

Dirty.

She thought it was a decoration.

Just like those old gentlemen hiding under their belly, they can no longer be used - decoration, decoration...

What a fuck.

"You're dead, blind."

Easy offense and defense.

Now it's Roland's turn to run away.

"Tell me."

He asked while running.

"Tell me the taste."

"Stop! I'll tell you if I stop!"

"It's better to tell Halida and let her learn to speak - why are you still taking a shortcut?"

"This is my training ground!"

"You're so naughty... don't stuff it into my mouth again!"

"You try it too-"

Harida leaned against the wall with her knees, her silver eyes flashing.

She quietly looked at the two people in circles under the air lamp and listened to them flirting and fighting, and the flowing Softbank flickered in the shadows.

She stroked her thick braids, like a cemetery that was not valued, losing her original meaning...

Yeah?

Miss Xiandel.

The gray-haired and blue-eyed pharmacist once whispered her a taboo formula.

It is a taboo formula that can make a man irritate the ribbon and tighten the knot behind his waist, making the curved whale bones slam the ground...

She felt like a wild dog tied to a wooden stake.

Lonely and angry.

Roland…

Mr. Collins.

Watching me...

Reprimand me...

Training me...

The whispers left by Xiandel Cratopher were melted by body temperature, and blood was pumped along the heart, gradually spreading pollution in the soul.