Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2217: London Popsicle

Ron is probably the second human in the world to see London icicles with his own eyes.

The huge, crystal-clear ice enveloped the entire city, from the bottom up straight into the sky. As for the damage on that side, it also makes it a little more asymmetrical.

Of course, Ron can see it, but right now he doesn't have much room to appreciate the magnificent beauty of the city of icicles. Because he only felt that he might really be dying.

I don't know what the airflow controlled by the dead wind is really going on. It seems that there is a corrosive force against the soul. This little power definitely has no effect on the devil, but if it is an ordinary wizard like Ron, the full contact on this road has already caused him extreme pain.

At this moment, when the dead wind of living corpses finally landed in front of this London city, after evacuating the airflow that was enveloping Ron, Ron immediately collapsed all over his body.

Seeing the death wind, he couldn't help but lifted his right foot and gently stroked his calf, and said casually:

"How is it? Not dead yet?"

Ron heard these words, but he didn't have the strength to answer at the moment, he could only lie on the ground and pant for breath, to signal that he was at least still breathing.

It seems to have confirmed that Ron will probably not really die here, and the dead wind is also relieved, but in no hurry, he will drag the half-dead Ron to meet his master. He just looked left and right, and looked at the surrounding corpses who were still turning around according to the predetermined route, and then nodded slightly.

This area of ​​the southern suburbs is his territory. Of course he doesn’t want anything wrong with his turf—the master sometimes walks from him when he enters and exits the city, especially the one that is quite powerful since the last time. After the human witch came, the master came and went from here obviously more often.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the entrance of the city.

It can be seen that the hole in the ice wall that was originally frozen into a wall by the witch has now become a serious passage similar to a city gate. Go in from this tall and spacious passage and walk straight forward, and you can walk directly to the square in front of the master's palace.

There is no doubt about the importance of this entrance, so the death wind entrusted to guard the main entrance with the trust of the owner, even feels very proud and successful.

However, he soon saw his gaze leave again at the main entrance and glanced around there. Obviously, what he wanted to check was not the entrance of the passage, but there was still something else.

Suddenly, the dead wind that seemed to be aware of something suddenly raised his head and looked over the doorway. Immediately he saw that a thin figure was silently emerging from the blue-white ice wall, and after a slight leap, it landed firmly on the road in front of the main entrance with a "click". on.

"Dead wind, come back so soon? Didn't'return' under the hands of the devil?"

Looking at the thin figure talking in a strange tone while walking briskly towards him, the dead wind felt a little uncomfortable.

The emotions of the living corpses are not without, but except for some negative and extreme emotions, most of them are lacking, so they often appear a little cold. But somehow, after listening to the other party’s words, Death Wind felt a little uncomfortable-this guy did not learn human language well, but his wisdom was not worse than himself. He might, probably, maybe even worse than himself. Be stronger.

For example, now, the words of this guy are very jerky, but they are mixed with some cleverness, which makes the words more mocking.

As for the word "return", there is nothing surprising-the living corpse family did not die, because they were just corpses, even if they were defeated, they would just "return" to a corpse again. Even under the lead-grey clouds, as long as the remains are still intact enough, they are likely to "live" again after a period of time.

Of course, when the time comes, we can only restore to the most ordinary living corpse again, and even the memory will be greatly mutilated and even disappear completely. For each individual, the difference from human death is actually not as huge as it seems.

Thus, the term "return" is probably one of the harshest curses against living corpses.

However, in the face of this guy's words, Death Wind didn't feel much resentment, apart from being a little unhappy. After glaring at him, he waved his hand at the guy:

"Bing Leng, you continue to stay here for a while. After I send this'Mr. Weasley' to the master, I will come back to change the guard for you."

Since the dead wind who was originally responsible for the territory outside the "main gate" went out to perform missions, it would naturally need to be guarded by other high-level living corpses here. Although the "Bing Leng" family in front of him has a poisonous mouth, his strength should not be underestimated, and now that London City is enveloped by icicles, this guy can even better show his strength.

Before Dead Wind went out to perform the task, the opponent was in charge of the guard of the giant gap in the north, which shows that the owner also recognized his combat ability quite well.

So the idea of ​​dead wind is actually very simple. The person approved by the master is his companion. And with companions, naturally there is no need to care too much.

"Well, the master is in the hall."

The "Bing Ling" nodded, but didn't ridicule him any more, but looked at the human who collapsed at the feet of the dead wind with some curiosity, and then curled his lips.

"The weak."

That being said, Bing Leng obviously didn't know what task his master had assigned to Death Wind, so he didn't care too much about Ron's weak strength. Just after saying something disdainfully~IndoMTL.com~, he waved at the dead wind and said:

"Go! The master must already know about your return, don't delay the master's time-maybe the master will be out again soon!"

"Yes," Hearing the death wind, he nodded immediately, "You can't let the master wait for me... Hey, Weasley, get up! It's almost time to rest, it's time to enter the city."

That's what the dead wind said, but with this little effort, how can Ron recover. But under the urging of the other party, he didn't dare to continue pretending to be dead on his stomach anymore, he could only try to prop up his body and get up from the ground. Just looking at his dangling look, I'm afraid he will have to fall again when a gust of wind blows.

Sands of nausea were emerging from Ron's soul, and his body was sore and feeble, which made him cry secretly in his heart.

But now, he finally has the experience, raising his head, and taking a look at the city of London that should have been familiar.

"Uh...huh? What a big popsicle!"

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