Rebirth-First Class Magician

Lyle was sitting in front of the TV with a bag of potato chips and eating hard. Samael was sitting on the master bed not far away. Both eyes stared at the man on the TV.

"Oh mermaid magician? Hahahaha, your highness, look at the expression of the adult, your eyebrows are almost squeezed into a pile of haha." Lyle held a potato chip in his hand, his expression twisted with a smile.

"If you spit chips or your saliva or something like that, I'll throw you into the toilet." Samer squinted and stared at Asa who was talking to Ann, and said without looking back. .

"Oh lord, if it wasn't for watching 'children', I wouldn't have to sit in front of the TV to watch the ridiculous live broadcast, I should sit in the video studio to watch the scene!" Lyle raised his potato chips and waved his hand, his face full. Fill in indignation.

"Are you planning to laugh at my plan?" Samer took Asa's pillow and put it on his back. "Yes, I just discovered that the seal of the blood race has fluctuated."

"Just, just?" Lyle stiffened, turning back in tears, "Master, don't make a joke, I heard that Lord Perot got the thing up, how could it fluctuate?"

Samer finally looked back, and gave him a smile with a smile, "Yes, just now. I think you know what the fluctuation of that thing represents, and it will only be caused by the blood of more than two generations."

"But the second generation of the blood race is not allowed to come to the human realm." Biazar's eyebrows with Lyre's eyebrows twisted, "Actually, I ran out for so many years, Heman ..."

"Do you think your cousin can't come out without catching you?" Samer raised an eyebrow and whispered softly. "However, it should not be him. After all, other clans have three generations of collaborative management. And The three generations of Toledo have been running for many years, and your cousin is not willing to let others become the third generation. "

Lyle clutched at the potato chips in his hand tightly, and asked uneasily, "Your Highness is true?" Although his tone was a little disturbed, his expression was obviously relaxed, and he obviously felt that Samar was right.

Sameer glanced at Lyle in congratulations and turned his lips to watch TV.

Of course it is false.

"There are a lot of messages for you on the Internet. Oh, this audience also said that you sold your soul to the devil." An An, the host on the TV, held a tablet computer, as if looking through the comments of netizens, "Oh this Want to ask you, are there any lovers? "

Asa tilted her head and narrowed her lips, "No."

Lyle had apparently cleared up his mood and believed in Samael's words. It would be so good for my cousin not to come!

Excited Lyle yelled at the TV indignantly, "His Royal Highness, somebody is ridiculing the Lord! And the Lord said he has no lover, you know that he has a son!"

"I heard it." Samer remained in his original position. "How long is the live broadcast over?"

"Oh, the show has just begun, and it's probably more than half an hour." Lyle looked back at Samer. "Yes, Your Highness is almost finished drinking plasma last time."

Samer raised an eyebrow. "Done so much? Are you sure you didn't drink?"

"Oh, Your Highness, you have to believe me, your blood is not suitable for me. It's terrible, my grownup is so blind-speaking ..." Lyle's determined expression on his face sent him 'Please believe me'. A few words, "He is likened to sweet wine, oh my **** of darkness."

After finishing speaking, he pinched his neck.

Sameer squinted his eyes and asked coldly, "So you still drink?"

"..." Lyle stammered, "Your Highness, Your Highness, I just licked the plasma bag, it tasted unpalatable, and it took a day ..."

"Do you think anyone can drink my blood? That taste bud that fits Asa's." Samer looked at Lyle and frowned, "Did I make myself too young?" Maybe he could be taken a little bigger? "Looking at Asa who was smiling at the host on TV, Samer narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, you finally realize, Your Highness! You are so trapped in my main combat power. I remember my mission was to fight off the flies around Lord Asa, not to watch him here!"

Samer nodded and didn't speak, staring at the TV with a dim look.

Lyle looked at Samuel's expression and carefully shrunk into the corner of the sofa. "Oh lord, your expression is terrible. Is there any new plan to prepare?"

Samael apparently didn't listen to what he said. After watching the TV for a long while, he slowly raised his lips.

Asa, who was sitting in the video studio, obviously did not know what the housekeeper was doing. The host's problem was not tricky. The audience wanted to know the personal information of the newcomer magician and the magic information circulating on the Internet.

After a few more magic tricks, the show came to an end.

Director Larry stood outside the studio holding his arms, a radio staff member ran up with a report, "Director Director, the ratings of the show tonight are three percentage points higher than the previous show, which is more than that of Yingdiqi The Noona period is 1.5%. "

Larry hesitated, quickly took the report and looked up, "Ha, ha ha ha, I said that the second spring of my career is coming, oh how can this magician have more influence than the film emperor?"

Alan, who was standing on the side, wanted to hold his eyes. He just dropped his hand when he raised it. "Asa ’s video has over 100 million hits on the Internet, but his personal information is still a mystery. Of viewers want to know the magician on the video. "

Larry didn't answer, and still looked at the data sheet with a bright eye, "Haha ..."

"..."

"What's he laughing?" Asa finished walking down the video studio, watching Larry frowning with a smirk.

"Nothing, just laugh at his second spring." Allen handed him Asa's coat, "the day after tomorrow's rehearsal stage premiere, you can rest tomorrow."

Asa nodded and walked out behind Ellen. "What time is it now?"

Allen looked at his watch. "It's seven in the evening."

Asa frowned at the footsteps, seven o'clock? Did Lyle feed Gal to drink milk? What about diapers?

As soon as he stepped into the door of the room, Asa saw Lyle sitting on the sofa with a blood bag and watching TV, and Gal was lying motionless on the bed.

"Did you feed?" Frowning down the coat, stepping to the bed and squatting Gal, "Why suddenly became so heavy?"

"Oh lord, the child will grow up, and he will grow up when you don't know." Lyle's expression was serious, "Yes, even when you don't know."

"Really?" Asa put his hands under Gal's armpit, raised him in front of him, and weighed him. "Did you grow long when I didn't know? But I held him in the morning—"

"Just grown." Lyle replied resolutely.

"Dad?" Gal ran a hand on Asa's face, trying to grab his hair. "Dad?"

"..." Asa lifted Gal stiffly, and the soft touch on his face left him a little overwhelmed. "Lay, Lyle, is he calling my dad?"

Lyle narrowed his eyes and looked at Gal with a bad look. "Yes, I think he can talk. Oh, you are so lucky, Lord. After the blood race has eternal life, you ca n’t have children. Now. "

"But how do I think the expression on your face is gloating?" Asa narrowed his eyes uncertainly and stared at Lyle tightly.

Isn't it a bit wrong for him to come back? Why is Lyle and Gal both weird?

The gloat on Lyle's face didn't converge at all. "That's for sure, I know I also want a child ..."

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong." The doorbell rang suddenly and interrupted Lyle. "Little bat, I just heard you say, want a child of your own?"

The person's slightly hoarse voice at the door sounded very elegant, and the first impression was that he was very calm and elegant.

Asa turned to glance at Lyle, but saw a horrifying circle.

It seems like a panic ...