Material is good material, but what you can do is really resigned to fate
Many fuzzy color patches flashed before his eyes, and Voldemort seemed to have experienced endless years. I don''t know how long it took. Finally, a gentle call woke him up from the confusion.
Open your eyes, it''s a new world.
"I''m... Back."
Opening his mouth, Voldemort''s voice was still hoarse, but it was a little more vigorous than before.
He is a living man!
"Yes, my great master, welcome your return."
Peter lowered his head so that Voldemort could not see his expression.
But at this time, where would Voldemort care about these side details? The joy of rebirth has occupied his whole heart.
Raised his hand, he looked at the lines in the palm of his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up. He just wanted to laugh, but he seemed to suddenly find something, and his happy expression solidified on his face.
"Huh?"
Voldemort''s breath suddenly became heavy.
He raised his other hand and looked carefully at Peter, who was a head higher than him
"No!"
The Dark Lord, with a sacred height of 1.4 meters, uttered a terrible cry.
......
"Ha ha."
Klein couldn''t help laughing in Slytherin''s lounge.
Swear to God, he didn''t kill Voldemort this time. It''s really God''s will.
It''s terrible to cut corners~
The ancient resurrection magic has its drawbacks. Voldemort and Peter''s master and servant still want to be opportunistic. They deserve to make a body less than one meter and five meters.
Blood relatives, servants and enemies are abstract concepts, but they can''t fool things.
Fool, fool yourself in.
"Oh, I hope Gulu is all right."
Enough laughing. Klein''s face was straight and his hands were folded.
With an incomplete body, Voldemort is bound to be honest for a period of time. He has nothing to worry about. Besides, with Peter watching, he doesn''t believe Voldemort can do anything.
"What a delightful calm ~"
Touch the cat''s head and Klein smiles.
It''s a good day.
......
"It''s incredible."
They are all illegal organizations wanted by the Ministry of magic. Old Zod never thought that "death bloom" could make such a big situation under Sauron''s leadership.
Is this still two blocks?
This is clearly an independent town!
"How many" space expansion spells "have been cast."
Walking along the bustling Paradise Street, old Zod sighed secretly.
Compared with such "monsters", their "saints" are too weak.
however......
Old Zod remembered the leader''s words.
"No matter how big a tree is, as long as its roots are eroded, it will wither and die; no matter how high a building is, as long as its foundation is destroyed, it will collapse."
Incorporation?
No, it''s penetration!
It is a good opportunity to expand the "saints".
With a positive mind, old Zod limped forward with some of his men. Without taking a few steps, he met a fat man and greeted him with a fake smile.
"Mr. Zod, right? Haha, I''ve heard a lot about Mr. Zod."
Avery, who was completely fat, was warm and disgusting, but old Zod didn''t show any strange look on his face, but smiled quite relaxed.
"Are you Mr. avery? Ah, someone once mentioned you to me."
"Tut."
Hearing this, avery was so angry that his expression was unnatural for a moment. But soon he returned to normal, as if nothing had happened just now, and enthusiastically took old Zod''s hand.
"Come on, let me introduce you to Paradise Street."
"Hiss ~"
How can men get used to pulling and pulling and being held by that sticky hand? Old Zod is as disgusting as eating a kilo of slugs.
If he could, he really wanted to throw a curse on each other''s greasy fat face.
But unfortunately, he can''t.
For the "Saint" tomorrow, he must be patient at this time.
"A little city government."
Old Zod''s expression was well disguised, but Avery, who was like a human spirit, saw the clue.
Everything he did was deliberately opposite disgust, just to see each other''s thoughts and city government.
Now it seems that a hundred feet die without stiffness.
Although "Saint" has not been active in the magic world for nearly 50 years, it can not be underestimated.
Hey, hey, with a smile, avery''s eyes smiled even more.
"Death bloom" is actually a spontaneous business alliance, that is, the outside world is full of prejudice against us, which makes the Ministry of Magic have some misunderstandings with us.
To be ashamed, we are also serious taxpayers. "
Believe it or not, avery did.
Soren, the "demon king", never appeared in public. Their forces stationed in Paradise Street did serious business - which is why the Ministry of magic knew that the people of "death bloom" were not good birds, but could not clean up here.
Avery and Karak are hollow people with their eyelashes pulled out. It can be seen that old Zod doesn''t have a strong sense of belonging to their "death bloom", and of course he won''t reveal it.
Besides, with the attendant behind the saint, avery had to guard against it.
"Well, hehe."
If he had not known the arrogance and domineering of "death bloom" in other countries, old Zod might have believed it now.
Be submissive in your base camp and punch hard where the Ministry of magic can''t reach?
That''s a good way.
Old Zod was happy on his face, but he couldn''t help disdaining him in his heart.
Despicable!
But on second thought, it is precisely because these people are so mean that they can develop to their present scale in just two or three years.
In retrospect, if they had hidden their energy and bided their time
People on both sides have their own thoughts, and they get along well on the face.
Walk and talk all the way.
It took a little day to turn Paradise Street almost, avery said with a smile.
"In the future, we will be a family. If you need any help in the future, just open your mouth. It''s easy to say anything, whether it''s materials or funds."
Hearing this, old Zod couldn''t believe his ears.
Huh?
It''s so easy to talk.
"Of course, brothers should also settle accounts clearly, right? We have a complete set of franchise... Yes, yes, that''s the word. We have a complete set of franchise regulations."
Avery rubbed his hands, revealing the greasy smile of a profiteer.
"As long as you make a blood oath, you can get our complete training, including how to attract customers, how to customize special preferential items, etc., including teaching and training."
Old Zod:
Oh, I''m afraid your "death bloom" doesn''t intend to absorb us into the organization at all, but directly serve as the offline to make money for you, right.
You can''t be so shameless!
"Don''t thank me. It''s all for your honor."
Avery smiled with a fine light in his eyes.
Wage earners still want to talk about terms?
Do not ask for advice, who has the final say in this street?