Chapter 953: I like your rust smell (65)
"...Yes."
Without saying Clarence, Xiang Xing almost forgot that the group of priests left in a hurry.
I couldn't help raising my little hand and knocking on his little brain blankly.
Afterwards, he showed a face full of curiosity, and he didn't bother to think about it. He blinked frantically at the man with his soft eyes, and asked in a soft voice, "Then, then I am curious now! Tell me why he left suddenly. "
"……you."
Clarence shook his head helplessly again and laughed, then rubbed the soft little head again.
Immediately he fumbled a pure black feather from his pocket, and shook it in front of the little guy a few times.
"Come, look at this,"
He chuckled and said, his light brown eyes gleaming arbitrarily, "Remember what this is?"
"Well?……"
Xiang Xing was subconsciously dull, he couldn't help tilting his head, and thought about it carefully.
Until a hairy, plump figure suddenly flashed through his mind.
She suddenly softened her eyes, and her little hand couldn't help but quickly patted, and smiled, "This is the feather of that chubby owl!"
The one who gave her medicine!
But as he said, the little guy continued to blink his eyes without understanding.
The voice was full of question marks, "No, that fat owl, shouldn't it attract the attention of the archbishops and priests?"
It's not just a bird, it's not a vampire.
Unexpectedly, the man in front of him shook his head and chuckles.
"Then you really underestimated it."
As Clarence said, he suddenly moved Xiang Xing away softly.
Then he turned around and closed his eyes, and after chanting for a while, he gestured the black feather towards the stone wall of the alley a few times and drew a rectangular shape.
In the next second, Xiang Xing suddenly realized that in the rectangle framed by him, purple rays of light flashed suddenly.