After inheriting the magic house, I spoiled the villain

Chapter 161 Manfred Babbitt

Seeing his refusal, Feng Xiaochi patted the stool in front of him: "Then I'll brush your hair."

Chen Xi felt weird and refused, "There is magic."

Feng Xiaochi: "How can magic compare to manual work?!"

Chen Xi: "..."

In fact, magic can only be cleaner than manual work.

but……

He leaned against Feng Xiaochi, sat down on the stool, and said happily: "Come."

Feng Xiaochi moved a chair and stepped on it, and drenched his wings with the tap: "I just realized that you are like those princes in Manqing who put chess pieces behind their backs."

Chen Xi: "Oh?" Are you praising him for his might and arrogance?

Feng Xiaochi: "I also have a part-time job at the zoo."

"?" Chen Xi's eyes twitched, with a bad premonition.

Feng Xiaochi had an epiphany: "No wonder the sense of sight is so strong, I brushed Xiaoxi like this last time!"

Chen Xi: "Wait... what do you call the dog?"

Feng Xiaochi happily sprinkled water on the wings: "No way, no way, the dog has been raised for so long, you don't know what it's called?"

Chen Xi didn't want to talk to her, so she performed a furious fanning of feathers.

Water splashes everywhere.

"Help!" Feng Xiaochi turned his back to block the spray, still desperately licking him with the tap, "But you shake your fur like our dogs! Ouch!"

She was caught in Chen Xi's arms.

It's like a bug jumping into a spider's web, and it can't break free after a few flops.

The weapon in his hand was taken away by him, and he threw it aside.Splashes of water scattered on the mud floor, and the sunlight reflected a rainbow.

Chen Xi used a magic spell, and the wings dried instantly, and they were shiny and silky in the sun, making them easy to touch.

He pinched the elf's waist and ordered, "Change his name immediately now."

Feng Xiaochi punched him on the chest: "That's impossible, you are its father! You have the custom of using the father's name for the son."

Chen Xi: "You are still its mother."

Feng Xiaochi: "It's a male."

Chen Xi realized that she was really no match for Feng Xiaochi, so she decided to use force to crush her, picked up a handful of rose petals mixed with magic, and smashed it on her forehead.

Feng Xiaochi's control of magic is still very jerky, he picked up rose petals in a pattern, but he couldn't grab so many, and he had no strength at all.

When it was transported to his head, it was like spreading flowers.

Angrily, she picked up the faucet and sprayed water at him in circles: "Hey, look at my Dragon King spraying water!"

"Tsk tsk tsk." Little Skull chewed high-calcium milk tablets, and led the dog by the side.

Since the advent of the energy field of the magic house, necromancers have grown at a rapid pace.Before Alice woke up, he had grown to the height of a six-year-old child.

bang.

The little skull spread out the metacarpal bone and found a tooth.

Also, the six-year-old skeleton is the age to change its teeth.

He pulled out the tooth and threw it on the ground, and the dog leaned over to sniff it.

The teeth and bones in the mud took root and sprouted, turning into a six-year-old skeleton.The skeleton looked around in confusion, scratched its hairless skull, and stood beside the necromancer.

"Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang!"

The dog barked.

Feng Xiaochi heard the panic in Gouzi's voice, looked back, and pushed Chen Xi to tell him to look at the skeleton quickly: "Emma! The skeleton is split! Did we feed the wrong thing? Damn it, if it splits, can it be reborn?" Is it long?"

It is the skeleton clone skill of the Necromancer, which can grow skeletons from bones.

The stronger the magic power, the more skeleton clones will be summoned.

In battle, these skeletons can form a sea of ​​people, but now the necromancer will have an extra mouth and a stomach to help him absorb nutrients.

According to this trend, he will be an adult before Alice wakes up.

Then he can help Chenxi get rid of the fate of twins, and then make a new body for him.

"...The fat man grows sideways, why is the skeleton split directly?! Look, it has become two! Do you want to go and see it, I can't tell who is who!"

The noisy and clear voice of the elves broke the tranquility of the magic garden.

Chen Xi embraced her, looked at her helplessly: "If you keep making such noise, I want to kiss you."

Feng Xiaochi pointed at the dog who was still barking wildly: "Xiao Xi is also very noisy...uh..."

Well……

Help……

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In the beginning, even the word necromancer was not coined. People only described Manfred Babbitt as a magic lunatic who liked to sleep by the grave, with corpses as companions, and skeletons as dancers.

But when the remains of their loved ones turned into walking dead, and their ancestors turned into ghosts and came back to knock their heads, they realized that this decadent man with thick dark circles was different from ordinary magicians.

He created undead magic and has the ability to enslave the dead.

What he enslaves are not only people, but even animals, grievances, and even a piece of thought can be condensed into shape.

So the meddlesome exaggerated his ability to resurrect the dead.

Manfred Babbitt was indeed sought after for a period of time because of this.

He wrote his own magic to control the undead into the book "Necromancer", opened a college, took in many apprentices, and exchanged for hundreds of acres of fertile land, gold, silver and jewelry and many servants.

This is the most glorious moment in his life, and it is also the only moment of beauty.

When more people discovered that the resurrected relatives were just walking corpses, and the dead could only reincarnate and could never be exactly the same as before, Manfred immediately deserted his relatives and everyone shouted and beat him.

In the magic continent, a huge "witch hunt" has begun.

All those infected with necromantic magic were brutally murdered, their bones were sprinkled with holy water, and sealed in coffins inlaid with crosses.

The vassals condemned them verbally and in writing, and put all the sins related to the dead on their heads.

They say that the necromancers don't have enough dead bodies anymore, and that to start a war, you can have a strong undead army.

Necromancers, they say, love to kill masters, because masters with more magic make stronger skeletons.

They said that necromancy should not exist in this world, that it would desecrate the corpse and hurt the feelings of the living.

Manfred Babbitt lost his manor, servants, and identity. He had no strength to contend with the whole world, so he could only destroy his appearance and disguise himself, relying on the funeral objects in the tomb to drink away his sorrows in the tavern.

If you live like this for the rest of your life, you may be able to enjoy your old age in peace when the limelight passes.

But at the entrance of the tavern, he met a child holding the dead mother's body.

The child is eight years old.

Skinny and skinny.

He hugged Manfred, kissed his shoes, and begged him to save his mother.

Oh poor boy.

He was too young to even know that his mother had stopped breathing.

(End of this chapter)