Nightmare's Call

Chapter 826

The girl in the white cloak, no matter from the temperament, or from the beauty, will never be an ordinary person.

Only those of the higher race, or the orthodox successors of the top power, will have this indescribable special temperament.

"Is it?" The girl's calm and curious eyes swept past Fan Bo and found nothing. Then she looked at Lin Sheng.

Suddenly, she seems to be vaguely aware of something, the original calm line of sight, suddenly become some fluctuations.

"Master Fan Bo, I remember you. The best casters in Beidi are ranked into 100. But what about this one? Would you like to introduce it? "

The girl said with a smile, "by the way, introduce myself. My name is o'shaxiluo."

O'sacillo??

Fan Bo seems to have heard of the name somewhere.

Without waiting for him to recall, suddenly the noise of the crowd nearby was getting closer and closer.

He noticed with astonishment that the prince of golden dragon, who was regarded as the center of the crowd, was slowly moving towards them.

The prince of golden dragon, Alain de orfaya, looks at his younger sister who gets up on her own initiative.

In space talent, although he also has a good sense, but still far less powerful and accurate than his sister.

Just now, he and his sister sensed the wonderful spatial fluctuation at the same time. Now, her sister went directly to the two human mages.

"Is it difficult for her to think that the spatial fluctuation caused by these two human mages?"

His golden vertical pupil with a trace of examination, Fan Bo and Lin Sheng thoroughly look again.

He didn't think these two people had the ability to trigger such precise spatial ripples.

In fact, he didn't want to attend the banquet.

Compared with Wang Du, the banquet in this small place is vulgar and out of style.

Those so-called human middle level mages, one by one, salivated and approached him constantly, without the reserve and bearing of being a middle level elite.

Although he also knows that the comprehensive strength of the medium level mages in this small place is several grades weaker than that of Wang Du. The academic level is quite backward.

When it comes to actual combat, it is generally necessary to reduce the level by two levels before it can be comparable.

So if it wasn't for his father's advice, he didn't want to fight with these weak people.

"What? Do you think they caused the fluctuation just now? " He uses his own teleportation technique to ask his sister, o'shaxiluo, from afar.

"It's possible." O'sacillo responded with a smile.

"Ridiculous! The precise spatial fluctuation of that level is definitely caused by the strong of a certain higher race. How can these weak Terrans do that? "

Prince Jinlong's eyes show disdain.

He does not deny that human beings are powerful enough to be awed by the strong of any ethnic group.

But that's the whole community.

In his view, human beings can only burst out their powerful power when they gather together. A single individual is as vulnerable as a mole ant.

They are like sand castles on the beach. No matter how high they are, they will be washed down by the waves of time.

"Why not?" Oshaxiluo's smiling eyes fell on Lin Sheng. She seemed to feel something.

"You don't think it's him, do you?" While dealing with the mages around him, Prince Jinlong noticed the situation of his sister.

O'shaxiluo no longer replied with a smile, but chatted with Fan Bo and Lin Sheng carefully.

For the beauty, or the magnanimous beauty, put forward innocuous, sitting on the side of the small request, men often can't refuse.

Master Fan Bo is just like this. He has just been sour to the core figures of the crowd. Now he has chatted with o'shaxiluo freely and happily.

Lin Sheng also noticed that it seems that a little bit of spatial fluctuation caused by the connection between himself and noumenon triggered such attention.

In his awe inspiring heart, he was more cautious about the connection with noumenon.

Sitting in the corner, I chatted with Fan Bo and this o'sacilo dongla for a while.

Lin Sheng has noticed that the other party's attention is focused on him.

"It seems that the spatial fluctuation is still noticeable. Next time we have to find a place where there is no one. "

On guard, he chatted for a while, got up and planned to use the excuse to go to the toilet, and then left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, a middle-aged female mage on the right seemed to shake slightly like she was drunk, and walked towards oshaxilo.

The female mage was wearing the ring of level seven mage in her hand. Her face was red, and her body was filled with a strong smell of wine. She passed away with Lin Sheng. Lin Sheng also saw a black tattoo emerging under her neck.

It seems to be... A black sacrificial kettle wrapped in gauze??

Black yarn pot?

Suddenly, Lin Sheng suddenly stopped and turned to look at the man.