"I know him. The Night King is very powerful." As soon as Falga finished speaking, he saw a woman hanging in the air with flowers under her feet and waved her hand.
In the fragrance of flowers, the Night King fell down.
"Look, don't show off if you don't have strength." The old man said, taking out the gray Sword of Mei Rui from his arms: "Anyway, the final position still depends on what color of the Sword of Mei Rui you are holding. They are so
Doing it is just pursuing a false reputation."
"What a false reputation, it's typical to say sour grapes if you can't eat them." Loki said sarcastically.
The old man frowned in anger, but with Hermes watching in the air, he did not dare to do anything to Loki. He grunted twice and muttered: "I won't care about you kids, I'm going to find a place."
Then turned around and left.
The old man left, but Falga was confused.
"Location? Does it also depend on the color?" Falga remembered that Loki seemed to be saying just now: grab a good position... What does this mean?
"You will know if you use your mental power to feel the sword of Mei Rui."
Chapter completed!