Great Demon King

On the second day, Han Shuo was awakened by a heavy garbage bag.

Han Shuo, who is in the midst of a dream, only feels a heavy mountain pressure. He quickly climbed up from the bed and blinked. He saw a bag of heavy garbage bags on the bed and immediately understood who it was, and passed the garbage through the groceries. The small window of the library was thrown over.

In the mouth, I kicked the garbage bag out of bed, only to hear a "plop", and the garbage bag rolled to the door. Han Shuo is planning to bury his head and go to sleep, and thinks that someone is throwing a garbage bag, indicating that the time is definitely not early.

Pushing open the window and looking out, I found that the sun has already hanged high, and immediately sighed that yesterday's cultivation of magic is too tired. Today, I must have overslept. When I got out of bed and was about to go out, I suddenly remembered the dream I had yesterday. It seems that Xiao Xiao helped himself to teach Fitch, remembering that the dream that happened last time was a real thing, Han Shuo was shocked and quickly looked into the small barrel.

I saw the inside of the small wooden barrel, the small black bones of the hand bones were placed on the edge of the wooden barrel, and the left leg bones swayed over the right leg bones, just like enjoying the sauna. It is a pleasant appearance.

Seeing that he was still in the small wooden barrel, Han Shuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He pushed the small wooden barrel to the bottom of the bed and took a garbage bag to block the bottom of the bed before opening the door to prepare for a new day's work.

"Hey, Brian, how come you are now?" Jack wiped the stone statue on the way and smiled at Brian.

Han Shuo looked around and found that there was no student passing through on this road. He knew that he had already attended class now, and it was really late today.

"Hey, I was knocked twice by Fitch yesterday, and my brain was groggy, so I overslept!"

"Hey!" Jack suddenly smirked with a sneer, then the thief’s brain rushed to Han Shuo and whispered, "Brian, you don't have to be angry. I am listening to the students on the road this morning, knowing that Fitch started late at night. In the middle, I was stunned by the black seven-winged wing that had appeared last time, and my face was swollen!"

Han Shuo: "..."

It turned out that yesterday’s dream was still real, but it was different from what I imagined. This time, Xiaoxiao was obviously moving more quickly, and I had already finished things. It's no wonder that when I watched the little cockroach in the morning, the little squatting in the wooden barrel was clearly different from last night.

"Hey, Brian, why don't you talk, isn't it too happy. Haha, I think so too, that black little cockroach is really amazing. After Fitch was woken up, I heard that I only saw seven small wings. At a glance, he jumped out of the window and fled directly. Hey! Fitch lived on the fourth floor, he was not broken into broken bones, it was incredible!"

Han Shuo smiled twice, and his heart was happy. He said, "Well, I don't know who called me, I even helped me out. I am lucky!"

In the next few days, there was no unfortunate thing happening to Han Shuo’s body. No one came to Han Shuo to try magic. This is a rare few days. Han Shuo came to the undead magicians in the morning. Outside the classroom, a broom was in hand to listen to Jean’s lecture.

Fitch didn't know if it was a small meal. He didn't come to class in these days. He listened to Jean's explanation about magic all day long. Many magical knowledge that he didn't understand before, he stole in these days. In listening to it, Han Shuo is suddenly clear.

In the evening, Han Shuo first practiced the "Xuanbing Magic Flame", and a little bit of the magic Yuan force, through the path of "Xuanbing Magic Flame" to the right hand palm five fingers, every time is burning pain, but these days Han Shuo has already turned the magic power into a place that is close to the wrist.

The "Underworld Magic Foundation" Han Shuo is still studying as it is, some places that do not understand, secretly remembered in the heart, waiting for the morning to listen to Jean lectures, to see if it has been mentioned.

Now Han Shuo’s food treatment has improved, the nutrition in the body has been supplemented, and the reason for practicing magic power has been unconscious. Among them, Han Shuo’s already weak body has begun to have some muscle condensation, and the short one seems to grow taller. A little bit, the temperament of the whole person is faint.

The change of Han Shuo, the people of the undead magical students look in the eyes, all the performances after categorization and madness, and no one cares too much about Han Shuo, Han Shuo is also happy, every day is the same as the old work. Stealing magic to practice magic, I feel happy about the changes in the body.

"The endless darkness, turned into a broken bone arrow, with my will to destroy everything in front of me, bone arrow!" With the completion of the spell, a sharp bone arrow suddenly formed in the void, under Han Shuo's finger, Flying to a grass man in front of him, but in the middle of the bone arrow suddenly changed direction.

"Snapped!"

The bone arrow burst into the middle of the road, and the direction was also a big cut. There was no such thing as a small person who was crossed with weeds.

Shaking his head, Han Shuo sighed, the dark road understood that it was one thing, the use is one thing, the lowest level of bone arrow magic, Han Shuo this time, are practicing near this grave, every time can not If you show success, you can't summon it, or the direction is too biased, and the bone arrow will burst in the middle.

Han Shuo understands that the undead magic wants to be successful, and repeated practice is a must. Only through repeated practice can you master the trick and make the magic complete without any mistakes.

During these few days, Han Shuo will practice the magic power for a period of time, and then, when he is in the dead of night, come to the tomb where he was once abandoned, and secretly practice the undead magic in this place. With two bags of garbage, after throwing the garbage, I stayed in a grave and remained motionless.

Just when Han Shuo secretly thought about his own spells and gestures, and when there was a problem with the use of mental power, he suddenly heard the rapid footsteps coming from afar. Han Shuo was shocked and hurryed to the grave. Hiding in the rock pile.

This graveyard is very wide. It has been quiet until the night. Except for Han Shuo who occasionally throws away some discarded magic materials, there are very few people who come here. Han Shuo sneaks up to practice magic here. Of course, he is unwilling to be someone else. I found that now, when there is a footstep sound, it is natural to hide immediately.

For a while, a bodysuit was dyed red by the blood, and the mouth was spit with blood, holding a broad-sword, tall blue-haired middle-aged man, suddenly reflected in Han Shuo’s eyes. His footsteps looked anxious, and he stumbled and stumbled without looking at the direction. He couldn’t help but look behind him.

After coming to the place where Han Shuo tried to sculpt the undead magic, he suddenly trembled and fell down. When he slammed a gray handbag from his chest, he slammed it twice on the soft ground. Put the bag into the soil, smooth it with your hands, then climb up and run forward.

"Dylan, where can you escape?" A peaceful voice came from a distance, and a black light flashed. Behind the middle-aged man, there was a kind-faced thin old man with a face. With a sly smile, wearing a gilded magic robe, holding a red, yellow and blue sapphire in his left hand, he knew a very precious magic wand at first glance.

After the appearance of this thin and kind old wizard, a group of dark blue light flew quickly from a distance. After stopping here, the dark blue light suddenly disappeared, then a strong body, the muscles looked very powerful, wearing The swordsman of the long sword appeared.

"Mr. Duke, what should Dylan do?" After the swordsman arrived, he stood respectfully next to the wizard and asked humblely.

The kind old master Duke, wrinkled his frown eyebrows, glanced at Dylan, who fell to the ground and his mouth was still overflowing with blood. He sighed and said: "Poor Dylan, I am afraid it will not work. He does not. It's time to continue to suffer from this pain, Eric, you can help him!"

"Mr. is really compassionate!" Swordsman Eric's face was weird and admired. Suddenly, the electric rushed to Dylan, who was still running. Han Shuo only saw a group of dark blue light flashing in the void. When he died, Nadiren splashed blood on his back and finally fell to the ground and did not move.

Eric put away the long sword in his hand and immediately slammed his face in Dylan's body, his face gradually ugly, and finally stood up and helplessly to Duke: "Mr. Duke, things are not on him!"

"How could it be!" Duke was amazed, his face changed slightly, and the magic wand in his hand swayed. The body of Dylan suddenly flew to the front of Duke, and Duke read a magical spell of the wind, a few sharp winds. The blade suddenly formed in the void, and the "嗖嗖" fluttered, tearing the clothes of the Dylan body.

Han Shuo was hiding behind the rock, and everything was clearly seen. Eric suddenly flew out, and the long sword burst into a dark blue light, apparently already a senior swordsman.

Such a high-ranking swordsman respected Duke so much that the identity or strength of Duke was even worse. Han Shuo saw the murder for the first time, and the heart was flustered. The heart was “plopping” and the beating was very fast.

"It's really not on him!" Duke frowned and said, and then the magic wand in his hand swayed, and Dylan's naked body was thrown to the ground as if it were rubbish.

Duke's magic wand shook again, a strong mental fluctuation, and quickly came to Han Shuo, Han Shuo was involuntarily being taken to fly to the Duke.

"Hey, how do you know that I am there?" Han Shuo was flustered in his heart, and his mouth was even more flustered. He shouted in the air when he danced in the air.

"Oh, what a cute and simple boy! Look at your clothes, it seems to be the people of the Babylonian Academy, right?" Duke looked at Han Shuo with kindness. After this sentence, Han Shuo suddenly fell from the void to the ground. .

"Yeah, I am a chores at Babylon College. I am here to throw magical waste. I just didn't see anything. Well, it's not too late, you will talk, I will go back first."

Han Shuo stood up from the ground, and after saying something like this, he went to the Babylonian School of Magic and took two steps without hesitation. Then the speed suddenly increased, and he made all his strength and ran. The strangeness of these two people may not be good for me, or it is better to leave early.

"Oh, this guy still has some ghost elves. Eric, you send him!" behind Han Shuo, Duke chuckled, kindly said.

Just as Duke’s voice fell, Han Shuo had already felt a strong airflow, and he was approaching himself quickly.