But the hand that hangs on the side is clenched into a fist, the back of the hand is bulging, and the joints are white.

Bai Yan bowed his head, and he didn't want to speak because he didn't want to talk.

When Parker finally checked the body of the white cricket, he saw a dark eagle mark under her thin shoulders. The white skin was so eye-catching that people couldn't wait to wash it with water.

Vinson immediately noticed the strangeness of Parker, followed Bai Yan's back and his body heavy, his fists squeezed tighter, and a dull crackle sounded.

Bai Yan knew that they knew the truth. After finishing the clothes, he asked softly after finishing the clothes, "How is the situation with Saint Zagari?"

Indifferent, as if forgetting Moore's behavior.

Vinson held back his anger and lowered his voice: "Moore let us not do anything before he grabs you. He has arrangements. I will send someone to guard it in the ground, maybe he can save Curtis."

He froze for a moment, his eyes gathered a little, and he looked at Vinson, "What can he do?"

Moore and the scorpion once made friends, and may be able to talk, but it is not possible for Saint Zagari to release Curtis in vain.

What came to mind, Bai Ye grabbed Vinson's hand and asked anxiously, "What is he going to do? You must have something to hide from me."

Vinson pursed his lips and didn't immediately answer. Bai Ye looked at Parker again. Parker, who was already angry, immediately relented, and picked up his clothes and put it on Bai Ye's body.

"Are you going to dying me?" Bai Yan was short of breath, and his breathing was too big to inevitably involve the wound on his chest. After speaking, his face was white, and he held his heart in pain.

Vinson was busy: "St. Zagalli wants the strong to be a new body, and Moore wants to trade Curtis with himself."

The speculation in his heart became a reality, and Bai Mo's mind was stunned, and Moore even ... did he die?

...

Moore sew under the ground alone, and the sound of undisguised footsteps immediately aroused the vigilance of St. Zachary, and upon hearing carefully, he recognized Moore's identity.

"Father!" Mitchell glanced back and asked inquiringly.

St. Zachary raised his hand and made an indifferent gesture, and Mitchell closed his mouth and rested on the stone.

St. Zachary took the medicine out of the ice and generally played it sideways: "I thought, you have given up this snake and beast, what is your purpose now?"

"Swap Curtis with me." Moore opened his door and said.

St. Zachary and Mitchell trembled, looking at him with incredible eyes.

For a long time, St. Zachary smiled disdainfully, and said, "Why do you think I would agree? One is a healthy snake and one is a eagle with a broken wings ..."

Moore slightly moved his right arm to return to its normal shape, just like the display of merchandise. "Just because I am intact now. As a snake and beast, he just crawled faster on the ground, but as an eagle and beast Flying free, I don't believe you don't envy flying orcs. "

Who doesn't desire to fly? Even pure humans have a dream of flying. Sliding planes, hot air balloons, and even aircraft rockets are all the products of flying dreams. How can a strong orc who is eager for a strong desire?

Before Moore finished speaking, Saint Zachary's eyes flashed, and he said decisively, "Okay! Mitchell, get the snake out."