I Am Reaching The Pinnacle Of My Life In The Magic Card World

After two months and ten days on the special continent, Zhong Jie newly realized the healing skill, Wind Healing, which made the injured invisible to the bone, and their healing power was restored to 100%.

It has already achieved results in clearing out Qiuqiu people's villages. It is a mobile daddy with both offensive and defensive capabilities and an integrated milk supply.

Wind healing is used for external injuries and has miraculous effects on internal injuries. It has begun to have a healing effect on physical strength and magic power.

The leader of the Knights of the West Wind said without exaggeration that one person on the Tomb Level can equal a whole regiment, and the amount of milk is so abundant that it is so replenishing.

The team went on expedition unscathed, and returned to the city unscathed and rosy-cheeked. Those who knew it thought they had won the battle, and those who didn't know thought it was a great health care.

The face is glowing red and the qi and blood are strong, which is more powerful than taking a pill to replenish qi and blood.

It was all thanks to Zhong Jie's strong buffs. He didn't like being famous and kept his merit and fame deep inside. Most of the West Wind Knights knew who the little mage was and cooperated quite well in concealing the truth.

It is best to have a knight to take the credit. If anything is as good as the forest wind, it will be destroyed. Being too eye-catching is not a good thing either.

He went into the city and broke away from the team. He bought a barrel of fruit wine, a roasted chicken, juicy and bright red fruits, and a small dessert after the meal. Without stopping for a moment, he left the city and rode back to the tree hole on a flower.

Huahua's strength level has improved tremendously, and she has rich combat experience. She has evolved from level 10 to level 15, with skills such as small tornado, wind wall, and overwhelming mountain.

Taishan's pure human shield skill uses the power of wind to prop up the skin, increase the weight of tens of thousands of kilograms, and crush the enemy.

For the first time, Wendy moved out two wooden benches to enjoy the coolness under the tree roots with dense branches and leaves that provided shade to escape the heat.

Due to the influence of the wind, Mondstadt feels like spring all year round. The sunshine is icy and cool, not as cool as the biting cold wind in autumn.

A fat little boy, a thin boy, eleven years old (Wucao, the previous age is all wrong, the fourth grader should be eleven years old)

The little boy has been training himself for more than two months, and he has gained the heroic spirit of a young man and the decisiveness of killing.

Wendy played the harp with her eyes closed, a symphony of strings, a beautiful voice, the poetry of a troubadour, that is, poetry.

Half sung and half chanted, it relies on the rapper's skills to move people's hearts.

There is no doubt that Wendy belongs to the latter, a person who earns reward money from singing alone and will never die of hunger.

Zhong Jie jumped down from Hua Hua's house, the storage ring flashed, the aroma of steaming roast chicken, a large barrel of fruit wine, and fruits for sobering up.

Thoughtful, considerate, and down to the smallest detail.

When the wind came, four small tornadoes were wrapped around the four corners of the wooden table in the tree hole, flying down in front of him. Food, wine and fruits were arranged together.

The aroma of roast chicken cider wafted into Wendy's nose, and she jumped from the tree trunk as soon as the song was over.

One master and one apprentice, after three rounds of wine, the night is getting thicker, the three moons reflect the three-color brilliance, and the flowers, plants and trees on the earth seem to be dyed with rainbow-like beauty.

Drink wine and admire the moon. You are celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon here is round, but Chang'e does not exist.

What is a king? For thousands of years, there was a king who ruled the city of Mondstadt. He built a high tower that thousands of people knelt down to worship. The king lived in the high tower and looked down on his people.

A strong wind was raging outside the tower, and the city wall blocked the wind from outside and also restrained the visitors from Mondstadt in the city.

Do you become king by relying on high pressure, coercion, surrender, and intimidation of your unrivaled power?

Wendy talked a lot tonight, so Tsukasa silently sipped the fruit wine, took a bite of the roasted chicken leg, and chewed it carefully.

In the end, the king's tyranny inspired the rebels in the city, and the residents of the city woke up and rose up under the lobbying of a young man.

In the decisive battle, the young man died in battle, the tower symbolizing supremacy fell, and the people were freed.

The new god of wind, Barbatos, did not want to become the new king, restrained the people of Mondstadt, left Mondstadt, and went to the wilderness alone where the bad weather made it difficult to survive.

This new king is gentle. More than a thousand years ago, on the vacant throne, the corrupt nobles wanted to enslave the common people in the name of the king.

In order to stabilize the ruling status of the aristocracy, the old aristocrats received divine power gifted by the God of Wind. How could the common people defeat it?

The old nobles ruthlessly suppressed the rebels. With the advantage of divine power, the rebels were desperate. A new people's hero Vanessa appeared. With the power of the God of Wind, she was expected to overthrow the old nobles.

You said that the God of Wind gave Vanessa the power to return to Mondstadt and achieve the throne.

A touching historical record, described by Wendy as having experienced it personally, the king of the tower had a surly character and was not loved by his people.

The new king advocates freedom and follows the path of gentleness. He is praised to this day. The people in Mondstadt truly love the wind god Barbatos.

In a world where divine power and magic converge, the criteria for becoming a king are too broad.

"To become a king, one must be benevolent internally and domineering externally. Only by mixing the techniques of dominion can one become a king," he said.

A mortal king can combine royal ways, be domineering, and use them freely. Only that emperor becomes a divine king. Then he is not called a king, but a divine king?

I guess whoever dares to ask for this name will be beaten in groups.

"If it were you, what kind of king would you think of?" Wendy is the free wind god. He follows the laws of nature. Mondstadt is highly free and the citizens of the city are autonomous thanks to him.

"What kind of king do you want to be, this and that? It's more delicious to be a salted fish, with less worries and more happiness. Come, come, come, after drinking this cup, there will be another cup."

Zhong Jie drank a lot of wine in big gulps. Even though he was young, he couldn't say he drank a lot.

Wendy watched him drink it all in one gulp, shook her head secretly and drank it all in one gulp.

A large barrel of fruit wine, accompanied by a sky full of stars, they, with their red but invisible faces, drank one glass after another.

How can we not have an impromptu show while drinking, Huahua, you go and stand there, in the pet space, the wind slime was called out, and stood still with a red fruit on the rock a thousand meters away.

Huahua held back tears, and her master asked her to be a target again.

As expected, the master's arm holding the wind and thunder bow was unsteady and crooked, and the wind and thunder arrows were focused in the center of his mind and he could not aim accurately, he was shouting up and down. "Whoops!" The wind and thunder roared harshly.

The arrow came out of his hand, and in a flash of white smoke, Huahua hid back in the contract space, unable to come out even if he was beaten to death.

Hey, Hua Huahua, why can't I see it? The "mass" of the tombs is 70% drunk, and the brain is on the edge of the fragment, talking nonsense.

He hugged Wendy's delicate shoulders affectionately and said that the son-of-a-bitch supervisor bullied the weak and was afraid of the strong, and only picked on small employees with no background.

I am a programmer, how easy is it for me to make a little money?

Not many people can tell the truth after drinking or holding it in for too long, not even Tomoyo. Time travel is too sensitive.

It happened that Wendy was a good listener and did not interrupt his sincere words.

After vomiting randomly, he also figured it out. Sincerity leads to spirituality, desires are open-minded, and the stagnant Qi of the Heavenly Spirit Cover is unblocked.

Even those who couldn't figure it out figured it out. Some people and things awakened magic and grew.

After three days of separation, things are different now. The weak chicken in the past has evolved into a flame chicken.

After a drunken night, at dawn, Zhong Jie got out of bed disheveled, curled up in a corner, his lips trembling.

Shivering and speechless, Wendy said, "You, you, you." Wendy rubbed her eyelids, her clothes were messier, and her face was less cuckolded and more flexible.

He spurted blood five feet away from his mouth, and he was done with it, so he gave me back my old-fashioned daughter-in-law.