Chapter 31 Spell

Wait for the owner of Shangji City to walk down from the big ship tower, the bodyguard Wang Zhongli bent down to greet him and whispered, "Her Royal Highness is taking care of her clothes, and the little son of the Liang family is injured and is treating... just..."

"Oh?"

"Liang Xingchen is weird!" The bodyguard gritted his teeth and said, as if talking about a taboo, "He is absolutely abnormal. I don't feel wrong!"

The city owner stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Is it abnormal? Tell me, what's wrong with you!"

Wang Zhongli pondered for a moment: "I just sent him to the doctor's place and touched his body, cold and heartfelt, like his tongue sticking to frozen steel. In addition, I feel uneasy. Liang Xingchen looks too beautiful, and the beauty makes people feel unreal... That's an ominous child, by no means as simple as an ordinary man!"

The city lord listened silently and whispered, which could make Wang Zhongli say such a thing. What kind of freak is this Liang Xingchen? Interesting, really interesting! Wang Zhongli's strength is very clear. Wang Zhongli, who came out of the hut at the beginning of that year, was the fastest promoted young general around General Yu Dianyan. In the surprise attack against the Japanese pirates in the East China Sea, he was a flag-bearer and became one of the famous generals in World War I! However, Emperor Mingchan suffered from the purge of the military system 20 years ago and was taken in by him when he was desperate.

He whispered, "Let me have a look!"

Near Liang Xingchen's room, the old man's always kind and gentle face showed surprise. He was about to reach out to push open the closed door, but his action was fixed in mid-air. It's really cold. That kind of yin and poisonous cold, as if countless cold poisonous snakes rushed into the body, devouring flesh and blood, plundering warmth, and even destroying all the good memories of this life, leaving only despair and coldness.

The old man looks solemn, and under such an unknown feeling, there is a sense of familiarity with the same origin.

For a moment of hesitation, the old man still pushed the door and entered the room, as if swallowed by a giant mouth. Wang Zhongli, the bodyguard, has pressed his hand on the knife, and his muscles are tight, and he can thunder out the knife at any time!

Liang Xingchen's face lying in ** is white and beautiful, handsome like the most peaceful starry sky. His eyes were closed, his vermilion lips were tightly squeezed together, his nose was slightly opened and closed, and his breathing was slightly thick. His upper body**, the doctor has bandaged the wound for him, and the white bandage is wrapped from his left shoulder to his chest, faintly with a fragrance of herbs.

Really, the handsome and lawless. The closer the man and woman Bodhisattva's eyebrows are, the more restless they are. The boy is obviously asleep, but it seems that there is a demon who wants to break through the skin and choose someone to eat.

The old man's face is still calm, and his heart has already been stormy. He walked to Xingchen and looked down. His face had always been extremely serious with a kind smile, as if he were looking at something dangerous and fatally attractive to him.

Carefully looked at his sleeping face. This exquisite and handsome face coincided with a face in his memory, which was extremely similar.

Suddenly, the sleeping stars opened their eyes, and the coral-red eyes looked directly at the old man. The old man's narrow eyes suddenly widened, as if they had seen the most incredible thing!

Two pairs of eyes of the same color look at each other.

This is the first time I have followed the old man for so many years that I have seen the old man at a loss. The owner of Shangji City, who has always been calm and gentle, staggered back two steps, as if he had been punched hard.

At that moment, he almost lost his voice and shouted out. Liang Xingchen, who opened his eyes, was so similar to that man, just like that!

More than 300 years ago, those coral-red eyes looked at him and told him that he was going to leave the forest and go to the outside world to do something. At that time, the forest was full of wolf smoke and corpses, and his clan was almost slaughtered. He couldn't understand why she insisted on abandoning the forest, which was regarded as a 'god' by the clan's fallen people, and why their indisputed small clan was destroyed.

He is a follower who directly belongs to God and only obeys God's orders. Before God leaves, the last order left to him is to take root and wait for the change of the sky.

At that time, the secular world outside the forest was experiencing earth-shaking changes. The Jingxi Dynasty, which had been passed down for more than 700 years, collapsed in just a few years, and two new empires, Mengyang and Fanyang, were very interesting dynasties. Like the name of God, Dream Van God.

In these years, he carried out God's orders well, took root, took Shangji City as the seed, took advantage of the greed of secular people's pleasure, made friends with the powerful, and spread the whole empire. If he rises from the ground, Fanyang will almost be drained of half of his flesh and blood.

At their level of existence, secular people are no different from ants. If it is not for the rules in the dark, how can they be in the self-righteous and dark forest?

For so many years, he has also been looking for a god without any news, as if he had disappeared from the world. Unexpectedly, when he saw this pair of coral red eyes again, he had such an opportunity. The old man, who has experienced countless spring and autumn years, can't help crying. Like years of wandering, he can finally find a place to stay and don't have to wander anymore.

"Zhong Li, you go out first!" The old man trembled.

The guard with a knife was stunned. He had never seen the old man like this. The lord of the city had no children. He had been alone for so many years and lived a free and easy life. He laughed at these secular people fighting for money and power. Even if the princes give each other a generous reward and hope to get the support of the elderly, they still shake their heads and smile and only stay in this city.

He looked deeply at the prince who had the same eyes as the lord of the city and said, "Your excellency must be careful. I will stay outside the door!"

When the door squeaked and closed, the room was quiet and terrible, and the disturbing feeling weakened a lot. It seemed that after the boy woke up, the demon in the leather bag was suppressed and sealed.

"You saved us? Where's Ning Zheng?" Xing Chen looked down at the bandages on his chest and shoulders and asked.

"I am the owner of Shangji City, and the girl with you is safe and sound!" The old man said softly in his heart. It seemed that the star prince did not know that Ning with him was Princess Fanyang, the favorite daughter of Emperor Fanyang. Since the girl didn't tell him, he won't expose it. He has always felt that the old guys can point out about young people's affairs, but don't point out. Who is not young?

Mr. Xingchen took a deep breath. This old man is the lord of the city who covers the sky in Shangji City! Originally, I thought it would be a vicious role in the city, but I didn't expect it to be such a kind-looking old man.

The first moment he opened his eyes, he was attracted by the old man's eyes. The old man had the same coral-red eyes as him, and even his figure was thin and long. If he shaved off his beard, the old man should also be a beautiful man when he was young!

The inexplicable sense of closeness is a familiar feeling from the bloodline, like two lonely beasts who have finally found the same kind of ecstasy.

But the old man's eyes were cold, and he stood there with a sense of oppression. The old man asked, "What is your relationship with Mengfan God?"

"What god?" Xing Chen tilted his head and asked.

The old man looked at the pure coral-red eyes and saw what he was thinking in his mind, as if there was a thick layer of spider silk, and deeper in his mind, there were unknown secrets.

"It turned out that the memory has been tampered with and sealed..." The old man muttered softly, and his expression softened a little.

He stretched out his hand and gently put it on the forehead of Xingchen to cover his eyes. The robe was windless, and spells appeared on his body, crawling from the neck to his face. The spells burst into dazzling golden light, and the old man was dazzling like a burning star.

A sharp spell spirit poured into the body of the stars along the old man's hand, and the spiritual power turned into a blade, winding around the meridians of the limbs and bones, and then poured into his head. There seemed to be a strong wind roaring in the room, as if to destroy the huge wooden sailboat, and the head of the stars was the center of the storm. The old man's spiritual power turned into a sharp blade and rushed to the spider web that sealed his memory.

It is not a very complicated spell to tamper with the seal memory. The old man asked himself that it was easy to untie this seal.

More than 300 years ago, when the magician tribe was at its peak, he was a powerful magician, and then the tribe suffered a reckless disaster, and the magician tribe was almost destroyed. May I ask which magician in today's world is so powerful that he can arrange a seal that he can't untie?

The old man's spiritual power hit the spider web, like cutting a calm stream and passing through it without hindrance, while the flowing water is still turbulent.

is useless. The old man once again urged the magnificent spiritual power to pour into the head of the stars, no longer a sharp blade, as if the most violent torrent rushed to the seal web, trying to destroy the seal in an unparalleled manner.

The cold and vicious power appeared again, like a giant snake, opening its mouth and swallowing the torrent-like spiritual power of the city owner. The old man snorted coldly, "How can my spiritual power be easily swallowed up?"

He is confident that he can destroy the memory seal together with this vicious snake. It is true that Liang Xingchen is a magician, but at such a young age, the power of the spell should be immature, and he should be the descendant of the magician and human beings. The magician's bloodline should be diluted at least half, and half of the spiritual power of the dream Van God has been regarded as the right place. Gu!

The secret race has extremely strict requirements for pure blood, so there are few people. At its peak, there were more than 300 magician tribes, and only dozens of them had pure spiritual power. On the one hand, the use and mastery of spiritual power is the key to determine whether the magician is strong or not.

In the old man's opinion, the spiritual power of this star can't resist the instinctive reaction and is not enough to threaten him.

The confident old man was shocked in an instant and couldn't believe what happened.

The vicious giant python whale swallowed Haisai, swallowed his spiritual power, and swallowed one-two of the spiritual power in his body in an instant, as if the spiritual power in his body rushed to the stars uncontrollably and was swallowed by the python.

The old man hurriedly quit, tried his best to stabilize the almost violent spiritual power in his body, staggered back, and looked at the stars like a monster.

Where does this boy's spiritual power be what a general magician should have? It is obviously more powerful than the power of Mengfan God. If he doesn't know whether to live or die and continue to inject spiritual power, I'm afraid that his spiritual power will be swallowed up.

The sinister spiritual power in the stars gradually calmed down as if they had eaten and drank enough, and the cobwebs that sealed the memory still imprisoned the real memory.

The old man looked at his god-like face and exclaimed, "What kind of monster is this?"