Chapter 29 The Illusionist
In terms of close attack, who is the body that has been close to steel? The face of the middle-aged handsome man in the past suddenly showed a trend of crooked melons and cracks, and his nose bleed out.
Jing Ye and Xing Xie looked at the two people in surprise. Obviously, both of them lived back to their age.
After that, Wuya took out his own alchemy and sprayed it on the injured someone, with a little pain on his face.
He grinned and tried to save his image in front of the two children: I just made out with your toothless uncle. It's okay.
Xing Xie seemed to be happy to see his master splea: "Master, your close attack is too weak. Shouldn't you learn from the masters?"
"What do you know, you little kid? Your master's close attack is very strong on some special occasions. Which of your ladies is the opponent? I want to learn something. Your toothless uncle has to learn 'close attack' from me, that old virgin. Don't miss out shouting.
When he saw the trend of toothless expression and violent, he turned around, "But the close attack on your toothless uncle in the battle is very strong, covered with steel and iron bones. This time, I also asked you to serve him and let him teach you close defense. After all, our illusionist's defense is so weak that it is easy to be killed by the assassin. It's best to have this kind of flowing steel amulet that he customized for me, which would be perfect.
"Is the fox's tail exposed? When did you learn to steal a teacher? With our relationship, you came directly to me not long ago. Do you still need to sneak around? Toothless, he took a pause, with a lazy look on his face and said, "You know my rules. Non-disciples learn things, all of which are 1,000 crystal coins, and high-end goods need to be added."
"Didn't I send you a disciple? Even if you have this lame pervert as a direct disciple, you can pass it on more than one. If you can't pass it on, you can make a living by name. He said without missing a miss.
This, the night felt that he was shot while lying down, and he did not offend this uncle.
Wuya also seemed to feel very funny at this time, with a relaxed smile on his face: "Jingye is the child of the morning wind. You also teach him the ability to chase girls and play rogue hooligans. Don't let the 'wddy ink' and 'wddy wolf' spoil our ink signboard. In terms of the ability to chase girls, we have never Weak. Let's change the teaching, so that no one will lose.
He looked at the general night carefully, and there was also a look of remembrance on his face. He touched the head of the night and said, "Good boy, you can learn the teacher's skills at will in the future."
He turned to Toothless, "I said Toothless. It's too expensive to learn from you. Xing Xie doesn't have so much money to exchange crystals for you now."
He said, "There's nothing I can do. My rules will not change, and even the night is no exception."
He took out half a silver coin in his arms, threw it to Wuya, and said, "Can this be an exception once? I have treasured it for many years.
Wuya looked at it, and then looked at Xing Xie: Xing Xie, your master is really willing to do it for you. This half silver coin allows me to do something for him, no matter how difficult it is, I have been waiting for this agreement for a long time.
Xing Xie received frivolity on his face and knelt down to Quan Wule. Obviously, he felt very much in his heart.
I suffered this worship and said, "Old crow, this is the reward for me to help you chase your wife. It's been so many years. A broken silver coin is still not as important as the life of the child Xingxie. Although our illusionist is strong, his defense is fatal. Please take care of this child's future.
Gang Bou and Toothless obviously have a lot to say, kicking away the two children and letting them play by themselves.
Xing Xie is obviously more talkative and takes a lot of initiative: "Hello, I am the late Mozhe Feng Xing Xie in the lower stage of the Ink Hall. My affiliated hall is the Dark Ink Hall, and my profession is an assassin."
Jiang Ye also introduced himself: "I am the lower middle-term Mozhe Tian General Night of the original Mo Tang. My affiliated hall is Xia Mo Tang. My ideal profession is blood mage, and my subordinate occupation is gun stabbing."
Xing Xie was a little shocked: "You are a popular figure in Lonely City. Last time many beautiful women took a bath, you were seen through, and they were really bold. However, the technology is too primitive. How can it be so obvious? We should pay attention to sustainable development. Your professions are blood mage and stabbing. Both professions are very strange and a little different.
Jiang Ye was very embarrassed, but he really couldn't tell for a while, so he had to keep silent about it. He just explained a little: "My father is a gun, and my mother is a fire mage, so I have such a choice."
Xing Xie seemed to know a little about his parents and did not continue to say such sad things. There was a trace of evil charm on his white face. Obviously, this was what he really looked like. Illusionists are all performance geniuses, and their inner strangers are difficult to detect.
Because the two teenagers have two common teachers, they can also open their hearts and speak freely.
Talking with Xing Xie, the night felt that this boy was worthy of the word 'evil', and there was an evil spirit in his whole body. He arrogantly told him how to steal things, steal fish, get stuck, make scenes of encounters with girls, peeping and so on. The same boy, the same boy, is not very disgusted with these things and doesn't agree with them. I just think Xingxie is quite clever and funny to talk.
The two talked nonsense and soon knew the truth. It seemed that they didn't know the secret of wearing underwear of any color.
"Ah, it turns out that the little angel Angie is your sister? Please introduce..." Xing Xie said with drooling.
"Go... Angie, I've made up my own. You go away..."
"It's a pity that good cabbage makes pigs arch..."
"You are the pig..."
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"What is the illusionist? I don't understand."
“...... In short, I have some cute bugs with special abilities. When they get into you, they can let me do whatever I want..."
"It's disgusting. Is such a little bug cute?"
"How can I not be cute when I raised it?"
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"Wow, why does your turtle look like Pikachu? How did you do this?"
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"It's amazing that it can turn into an automatic musket, which makes me want to get a metal partner... It's agreed that if your partner lays a turtle egg, let me know as soon as possible..."
"What is this fate? Is your destiny a butterfly? ... Butterfly illusion, it seems to be a little interesting... It can be like this. You can transform into a butterfly, but it looks very sissy.
"You are a sissy. My young master is called romance and handsomeness. All the girls in the whole department are killed... It's much better than you. If you become a phoenix, you will become a bird..."
“...... Why is butterfly illusion called eight-equest illusion? ... And what's wrong with that emotional controller?"
“...... Try it and you'll know. Don't worry, it won't hurt you..."
Xing Xie decided to let the night feel the butterfly illusion, so he summoned his own fate. Through the summoned butterfly to launch the illusion, through the conversion of the butterfly, a strange spiritual fluctuation attacked the spiritual sea of the night. Xing Xie said, "Sadness is an all-pervasive wind, blowing your white hair like snow."
The night felt that his spiritual world fluctuated involuntarily, the sad atmosphere was created out of thin air, and the sad memories resonated, making him involuntarily fall into it.
Subconsciously, when he knew that he might have been tricked, a paragraph suddenly flashed in his mind: "Frustrate its sharpness, solve its differences, and its light, with its dust, like or exist."
He meditate, and the effect of the calming spell appeared, and his spirit seemed that the pool water was covered with a layer of windshield, without a trace of waves. There is also a trace of enlightenment in Jiang Ye's heart: tranquility can calm down.
Seeing that there was no reaction at all, Xing Xie decided to increase his strength.
The sad wind blew bigger and bigger, which made the power of the resonance in the night spiritual world bigger and bigger, and even some of them penetrated the aura that penetrated the Anshen Curse, causing a trace of waves to the sea of the spirit.
The night has understood that the divine curse has a defensive effect on spiritual magic. He subconsciously loved another paragraph: the saint got up first, and lived outside.
He controlled his will and burned slightly, and the slightly rippling spiritual sea burned its faint spiritual flame under the effect of the idea of "sificing his body for righteousness" at night. This kind of flame is burned by the negative force of the dark attribute. It is actually the ground fire that the night once saw on Jiaozuo's fingers. The ground fire burned along the spiritual line of the star evil, and the mind of the night was completely restored to normal.
The power confrontation of the spiritual world is very dangerous. Defending the night with a calming spell and counterattacking with ground fire has completely broken the sad illusion in the eight love illusion of the star evil.
Spiritual illusion has unparalleled power and advantages among practitioners in the same stage, especially in the early stage, so the star evil is a little big.
Now, for the first time in his life, he feels the horror of mental retaring. The gray flame burned unstoppably along his spiritual line, and he couldn't use any strength in front of the will of this fire.
The master's usual careful teaching played a huge role at this time, indirectly saving the life of Xingxie. When Xing Xie's mind was almost blank, he grabbed a life-saving straw. The master once taught him a way to resist spiritual anti-eating - forcibly cut off the spiritual line.
Xing Xie subconsciously cut off the spiritual line connecting himself and the night. The gray flame lost its way forward and automatically returned to the spiritual sea of the night.