Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 1589 White Magician (3)

The bishop of York looked at Ye Qing, who had dropped a lot. The closer he was, the more he could feel the strong breath revealed by the other party's light.

The source of magic has disappeared from this continent for a long time, and their ancestors once said that the source of magic may not have completely disappeared from this continent, but it is hidden deeper.

Before the bishop of York always thought that this was the self-consolation of the ancestors, but seeing Ye Qing’s radiance in his body, he really believed.

The source of magic must not have disappeared, otherwise how does the white magician still have magic power?

"Respected white magician, everything is our slap, please forgive me." Bishop York said sincerely.

Offending the White Sorcerer is a disaster for every empire, but if you can win the favor of the White Sorcerer, it is the honour of any empire!

The white magician, since it appeared on the land of their super-match empire, does it prove that she might have been a member of the entire empire?

At this moment, the super-match empire is exactly when the water is hot. If you can get the help of the white magician, then they will be able to break through the suffering and usher in the dawn of victory!

"No problem." Ye Qing's faint opening.

No problem?

Bishop York does not understand the meaning of the words Ye Qingying, but there is nothing unusual about seeing Ye Qing’s face. It is vaguely guessing that the other party may not blame.

At the moment, the Bishop of York was greatly relieved.

The white magician is really a white magician, it is the way of speaking, it should also be the spoken language of the era of the magic era...

Thinking of this, the bishop of York could not help but tremble.

Could it be said that the white magician in front of him survived the Cataclysm of the Devils?

So, is she not thousands of years old?

The more so, the more shocked by the bishop of York, the more the clothes of Ye Qingyi are, the more different they are, the more they feel in their hearts.

The people on the side looked at the humility of the bishop of York, and they were shocked by one heart.

"White magician... She turned out to be a white magician... Ah! White magician, actually ate the food that I personally sent... How lucky I am!" The girl in the bar, almost happy to faint, completely It is not like the aversion and fear of the black witch.

"What are you? The white magician also personally touched me." The strong man who was smashed by Ye Qing, at the moment, his mind changed completely, and he felt the smug and satisfied face of Ye Qing’s nose. , attracted many envy of his companions.

The bishop of York saw Ye Qingyi also recognized the identity of the white magician, and the light was more faithful. He said: "I don't know if the white magician is driving, but also ask the white magician to go to the Holy See, so that I apologize."

Bishop York is well aware of the embarrassment of today's empire and is reluctant to let go of a powerful white magician.

Ye Qingyi nodded slightly, indicating that the York bishop led the way.

Bishop York raised his finger and pointed the direction of the Holy See. It was intended to ask Ye Qing to go to the carriage and go together, but did not want Ye Qingyi to fly directly after learning the place.

The figure with a halo turns into a streamer in the moonlight, just like a meteor across the city.

Suddenly, many people were exclaimed, and even more, they squat directly on the ground and made a wish.

The bishop of York did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and quickly took the person back.

(End of this chapter)