The male protagonist of Kuaishuang is here again to ask for his name

Chapter 1297 The Witch and Her Adopted Son 22
Sensing Xiao Jiu reappearing at the door of her laboratory, Yan Ruyu quietly walked over.

Every time she started making potions in front of Xiao Jiu, he would find a way to participate with a look of reluctance.

That was not voluntary, Yan Ruyu knew it.

He has puppetry on him.

Whenever Xiao Jiu subconsciously thinks that she has started to enter the process of making potions, she can't help herself.

So until the hidden dangers of puppetry in his body are solved, it's best not to let him touch those secrets.

Intentionally or not, he'd tell Hossent this, and that wouldn't be fun.

Hearing the knock on the door, Yan Ruyu blinked at him uneasily.

Xiao Jiu's eyes spontaneously drifted to the potions on the table, his head didn't seem to be his own, he was writing down the ingredients at the fastest speed, and he tried his best to suppress this instinct.

It didn't take long to feel a fishy sweetness in the throat—the backlash of the spell!
Yan Ruyu was waiting for this moment, she pinched the black light rising from Xiao Jiu's body like lightning, and calmly pinched the black energy in her palm as if nothing happened.

"Thank you for the midnight snack, go to bed early!"

She rubbed Xiao Jiu's head and returned to the laboratory.

After confirming that Xiao Jiu had fallen asleep in the middle of the night, Yan Ruyu slipped out of the house lightly, following the guidance of the magic power in her hand, she came to a tavern in a small town.

This is a place where adventurers often gather and brag. Yan Ruyu's eyes fell on one of the mages with a gloomy expression, and that was him.

The performer of puppetry.

The man was covered in a black robe, he casually collected the information revealed by the idiots around him while chatting, and enjoyed the rum in the glass leisurely.

The status of magicians is very detached wherever they are, and generally no one will mess with them, especially dark magicians who must report their gloomy personality and flaws.

This man is a frequent visitor to the tavern, and every time he comes, he always sits in the same seat and doesn't say a word.

Everyone was almost used to it, and no one went to talk to him, anyway, he left by himself after drinking.

I thought this day was still the same as usual.

The wine in the glass has been drunk, and enough information has been collected, the dark mage straightened his hood, ready to check out and leave.

At this moment, he felt a chill behind his back.

Stretching out his hand, he found that some bastard had spilled beer on his robe!

Although the robes are impervious to water and fire, it is a kind of humiliation to him, so he slapped the table: "Who did it? Stand up!"

The rest of the people looked at him in bewilderment: Are you crazy about drinking too much?
Seeing that no one paid attention, the dark mage sneered coldly: "I'll tell you again whoever did it will stand up, and I will let him die quickly!"

This arrogant tone displeased everyone. He didn't want to talk to his guests, so he decisively turned his head to talk about his own affairs and drink his own wine.

The dark magician was annoyed for a while, but there was another chill behind his back!
unacceptable!If he could bear it, he would be ashamed!

The dark mage drew out his staff decisively: "I'll count to three, if no one keeps standing up, don't blame me for being rude!"

The way other people in the tavern looked at him had changed from looking at a drunk to looking at a psychopath...

Magic power began to gather on the staff of the dark mage——

"one!"

Falk, seriously?

Seeing that something was wrong with the situation, the owner of the tavern kindly persuaded him: "Did you drink too much, Mr. Magician? Just now you were sitting here alone, and no one came near you!"

(End of this chapter)