On the walls? Dragon,shouted the wizard called Horace, as, with a deafening grinding and tinkling, the chandelier screwed itself back into the ceiling.
On the walls? Dragon,shouted the wizard called Horace, as, with a deafening grinding and tinkling, the chandelier screwed itself back into the ceiling.
“墙上的？是火龙血。”这位名叫霍拉斯的巫师大声喊着回答，这时那盏枝形吊灯自动跳回了天花板上，吱吱嘎嘎、丁丁当当的声音震耳欲聋。