Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife - Chapter 1236

“It must be able to delay for a while.” Moteng thought for a moment, and gritted his teeth in response. Indeed, even if the little unicorn gives him strength, he can only delay it for a while. After signing the contract with Murong Xing’er, his ability has been cut off by 30%, unless Murong Xinger uses his brain to force the contract out Otherwise, his 30% strength will be permanently lost.

“Then delay it for a while, at least until the two of them have completed the ceremony.” The little unicorn sighed slightly and said with a heavy tone.

It gently touched the position of the top of the celestial scepter with the paw, chanted ancient spells in its mouth, and radiated a burst of light on its body, full of power in the light. The soft light envelops it, and when it finishes the last rune, the light hits Moten, who feels his strength is recovering, and closes his eyes to enjoy the baptism of this wonderful power.

After a while, the light faded, and the little unicorn beast looked stubborn. He couldn’t even raise his paw. Seeing this, Beichen Moxuan put it in her arms. Moteng felt very good at this time. Although he was back in the heyday, he seemed to be stronger than before. Looking at the approaching wind, a pair of eyes showed a touch of excitement, and he was already eager to try.

“Go for more time, for the sake of the world, for them, and for yourself.” The little unicorn’s voice was weak, but his majesty was still there. Mo Teng nodded slightly, then leapt up to the wind.

“Can’t we all be recovered? I’m afraid he can’t do it alone.” Beichen Moxuan reached out and ran along the hair of the little unicorn beast, asking softly.

“No, my power is also restricted here. I just relied on the spiritual power left by the son-in-law in the Holy Light and the Immortal Staff to help Moteng recover the spiritual power. “The little unicorn moved his body and found a comfortable posture in the arms of Beichen Moxuan. He said tiredly,” Trust him, he is an ancient war god. “

“I always feel that he is very unreliable.” Qing Yan looked at Moten in a white suit and the eyes of the wind, humming, and said angrily, “Although the title is very domineering, but how does it look like it? Reliable people. “

“Meng Teng is a very strong person, but he signed a contract with Xing’er, so his power has received some restrictions.” Beichen Moxuan shook his head with a smile, and explained helplessly. I really do n’t understand why Qing Yan and Mo Teng are so wrong, and I do n’t see where the two people have very different opinions, but it ’s just so wrong.

“Magic Teng in its heyday, you can fight with me.” The little unicorn looked up and looked distant and didn’t seem to understand. In fact, the turbulent magic Teng and the eye of the wind gave a sound evaluation. Qing Yan Wenyan didn’t say anything anymore, she poked her lips and turned her head to the other side.

Moteng rushed up into the wind, stopped in mid-air and looked away from the wind. The World of Warcraft in the wind seemed to feel that Moteng threatened its existence, the beast mighty showed up, and the wind seemed to be directed towards Moteng.

Mo Teng smiled briefly, waved his hand, and the spiritual power came out clearly. A wind wall blocked all attacks. Looking at the World of Warcraft in the wind, he sneered and said, “With the wind, don’t you know that I am the ancestor of the wind?” With his hands, a sharp wind pierced the center of the wind.