The Divine Heir

The Ancient Roman Bronze Pan [I]

The short-haired girl was motionless, breathing rapidly. A slight cool breeze penetrated the gap of the mask, as if proving that the scene just now was absolutely true. She touched her cheek and found it a little wet. When she opened his hand and looked, she saw a trace of blood!

Turning her head, she clearly saw the dilapidated wall with a red petal embedded in it, cutting into the wall as smoothly as a piece of iron.

"Plucked petal can hurt people?" The old man's heart was in his throat, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his granddaughter was fine. However, the shock that Irving brought to him was deep in his bones. The boy's combat arts were so advanced that even he and his guards could not withstand the attack, let alone the short-haired girl. The old man, still frightened, slowly stood up and gave Irving a courtesy. "Thank you, young man for showing mercy to my granddaughter. We are the ones who have offended you. Please forgive us."

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