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Section 352: Floating Life (2)

Baitou Weng Catalia Hemingway.

Midnight, Bologna, Chengdong District Action.

When I came out of the teleportation door, Catalia took a slow shot -the teleportation point of the Bologna Action Office has come to a few times.

There is only a dead face on the district.

"Welcome, you." Come to receive his middle -aged man to make Qatar's determination to come out -this is the second son of Moriti's Mrs. Moriti.

At least people are still alive.

"Why are you going to provoke Malin?" Qatara was a little angry -the more he thought about the younger boy, the more wrong. Although he heard that he had only stairs eight, the mage had only six rings, but his physical fitness was strong, but his physical fitness was strong

Very outrageous.

He has almost 20 power values. He was hit by a hammer like a meteor ... I can't imagine how powerful he is.

Therefore, Qatar immediately issued a warning after being separated from Marlin. How can anyone ignore his warning? It is really impossible!

When I thought so, I heard the answer from this middle -aged man: "It's not that we provoke Mr. Marlin, we have no actual contact with him."

"What happened." Catalia was full of mist.

And the middle -aged people smiled awkwardly: "The dream weavers heard about the situation of Malin, and decided to invite him to dream."

Catalia took a sip of cooling: "Your Dreamingman is fine."

"This ... you still follow me."

Catalia took a deep breath -they couldn't be angry, they didn't care about this.

As the name suggests, the dreamer is based on the dream as the stage. It is risky to invite Malin to dream. This is very powerful.

Will it be done by all this?

I really want to do this ... Who can blame him, you ca n’t say that you can fight it. If you let the fair church know, they are afraid they can not eat it.

With such an anxious sigh, Katalia approached a tent with the middle -aged people.

Then he saw his dream weavers, she was still old, wearing a robe with a hood ... By the way, why can't the long hair reveal?

"Your Dreamingman." The old man frowned, and he carefully looked at the colleagues in front of him: "What is going on, I heard that you invited Malinth?"

"Yes, Bai Tou Weng, I invited him." The woman sighed here, she looked at the old man: "But there are two guests."

"Uh ... it was that one?" In the organization, the one represents the gods, and when he invited Malin, he could pull it. From the perspective of Qatara, only His Royal Highness.

"It's not the one, it's another." After the woman said, she turned her head and glanced at the corner.

Catalia feels that the scalp is fried, because until then, a small little small man type finally appeared in the corner of his eyes, and the latter had a pair of pure white soul fire.

To it, this little evil god laughed.

Catalia endured the impulse to scream, turned to look at the second son and dream weavers of the Moriti's family: "This ... is the guest who comes with Mr. Marin?"

The second son nodded with the dreamer.

Catalia turned his head and smiled at the fifth evil god who was just the first -just -laughed. He smiled very bitter.

What is this?!

· I am Mana, the existence of Marin's different time line.

Catalia was silent, and then turned her head again. The silly girl of the dreamer had covered her face, and the second son looked at the tent's exit.

"His Royal Highness, sorry, I think my companion is not malicious."

· I can feel, otherwise her head is now my favorite loot.

This laughed ... Although Qatar felt that the smile was really terrible.

However, in this way, you can explain what the outside garden is. This one obviously controls his power. Otherwise, don't say this garden, the whole city is afraid of burning.

Although it is an evil god, it seems ... it seems to be open to the human network.

· In the future, don't invite Marin to dream again. When his soul is projected, he will also drag me over.

This small humanoid stood up, and he walked towards the exit of the tent.

Lingneng's hand opened the tent to cover him. When it was standing in the moonlight, Catalia saw that the darkness on the body became pure white under the irradiation of the moonlight.

To him.

· The dark injury on your body is gone, Mr. Hemingway.

"Do you know me?"

· Yeah, I know you, although it is in that world.

After speaking, a portal of a world of trees appeared. At the same time, a fairy -oriented world tree and the tender branches drilled out of the portal, and it kissed on the forehead.

"You ... your world ..."

· Destroyed ... You in this world, live well.

After speaking, the existence stretched out and patted the fairy.

· I'm leaving, follow Malin ... Also, don't forget everyone.

Watching the departure, Catalia was silent for a while, and finally took out the cigarette case and took out a branch from it.

"I always thought that the so -called timeline theory was just the self -talk of the deep dives." At this time, Morri's second son finally dared to speak loudly.

"The timeline theory is mature, but the existence allows us to understand the different nature of the individual in different timelines. In any case, this is a very great discovery, and I think for our lives.

Be careful. "The dreamer sighed so much.

"Do you know about this?" Catalia asked.

"I don't know, when I found the problem, I immediately returned the projection of Malinth, but this one could not be sent back ..." The dream weavers said with a bitter smile here: "In any time, what should we do next

. ""

"Today's things, don't talk about it anyway, Malin will be very powerful. We must tell our little queen, and then ... if you can, it is best to adjust her marriage."

"Mrs. Moliti ..."

"She will agree." After Said Kattalia, he threw the smoke tail on the ground: "And I will tell him, the excellent eyes of Malin will be obvious."

"But he has a lot of lovers, and Kattatalia, you are not suitable for doing this." Dreamingmen looked at Catalia and asked.

"Everything is for the principality, your dream weavers." Catalia stared at his colleague: "Do you have a better candidate?"

"Our little princess is not a commodity!" The dreamer said so.
Chapter completed!
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