Shameless Warlock

The same tone made Xu Nan think of himself instantly.

"This kid, there really is a problem."

He smiled and shook his head, suddenly many obvious clues flashed through his mind.

Teacher Luo Mang told him that the President of Parliament Offi had arranged everything.

And Offi... isn't it the one who has been playing with Song Xiaocheng all day? It now appears that they are probably not flirting, but reached an agreement in a secret language.

As for how the president of Paradise Lost could reach an agreement with a little conjurer, Xu Nan didn't know.

Perhaps from the perspective of Paradise Lost, finding a suitable conjurer is also very difficult.

Xu Nan's mood was completely relaxed.

The Protoss trial is still going on, and a large amount of azure blue spar is poured into the **** of fear, and there is even a tendency to smash his godhead!

"This time it's really a father and son soldier."

Song Xiaocheng sat on the Throne of Fear and patted the Throne lightly, still in the mood to joke.

He looked at Xu Nan with a grin:

"Xu Nan, you owe me a favor; but no one who has been called father by me will not be cheated to death by me."

"Like him."

"Only you are the exception."

The God of Fear stared angrily. He couldn't understand how his throne of fear would fall into the hands of others!

This is his natal artifact.

In the Throne of Fear, there is even the secret of his deity, which is his most important hole card.

According to common sense, the Throne of Fear would only obey his dispatch, but today, a strange scene overturned his common sense!

That spiritual chair was actually controlled by a humble mortal!

Without the Throne of Fear, he can only use his physical body and godhead to resist the prosperous trial!

There is no doubt that this is very laborious.

The rest of them watched this scene with dumbfounded expressions, watching Xu Nan and Song Xiaocheng join forces to present this great gift to the God of Fear.

Facing Song Xiaocheng's teasing, Xu Nan couldn't help but sneered:

"That's because Lao Tzu's backstage is hard enough!"

Song Xiaocheng nodded cheerfully.

In the next second, his attention shifted to the God of Fear who was suffering in the Protoss trial.

His eyes suddenly burst into bright light.

At the same time, there was a simple roulette in his hand, that roulette was spinning frantically, and the area pointed by the pointer was constantly changing.

What is more abnormal is that although there are many areas on this roulette wheel, the same words are written in each area——

[The spell is successful]!

Only Xiuyi Greima recognized the origin of this roulette: "Doom Roulette?"

"you……"

"Sorry, Lord Father, this throne has never been with you since then."

Song Xiaocheng smiled softly, and the long-standing spell finally started.

[Mantra-Father's Business and Son's Succession]!

Suddenly, the roulette stopped, and the pointer naturally pointed to the column where the spell was successful.

The **** of fear screamed, as if something important in his body was stripped away, his face was completely distorted, like a ferocious beast!

He wanted to rush out and kill Song Xiaocheng.

However, the force field of the Protoss Judgment continued. Xu Nan clearly felt that Xiu Yi, who had lost the Throne of Fear, had become a lot weaker!

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

He used the knowledge of the dream picture scroll to slowly guide more Protoss power into the Protoss Judgment.

In an instant, the azure blue crystal splits and recombines, playing music in a wonderful way, jumping back and forth on the side of the **** of fear.

Every successful jump can weaken his godhead by one point!

This is the sequelae of rebirth!

Replaced by the **** of fear at the peak, he can push the blue dream flat with one hand.

But in order to seize the earth's resources earlier, he chose the extremely risky reincarnation, and encountered a vicious conspiracy. This time, he finally fell into an unprecedented crisis!

Song Xiaocheng used a spell to steal his Throne of Fear.

But he didn't look easy--even with the help of the ancient artifact of Doom Roulette funded by Offi!

After all, it is too difficult to plot against a god.

He gritted his teeth and rubbed his nosebleed while turning the wheel of doom again!

Although he got the Throne of Fear, it was temporarily taken away from Xiuyi Gelima in the name of [Father's Industry and Son]; now, even if he escapes, he will be subordinate to the God of Fear. We find and kill!

There is another spell, and my plan is successful!

He flicked the wheel of doom very hard and launched the second spell!

[Spell-Treachery]!

Suddenly, there was a thin brown line between Song Xiaocheng and the God of Fear.

That line is their relationship line, for the conjurer, this is the lifeline!

Before Song Xiaocheng had to recognize the thief as his father, just to maintain this brown line.

Now, he will cut it by himself!

There was an extra pair of golden scissors in his hand, and in the curious eyes of everyone, he clicked and cut the brown lines.

puff!

He began to vomit blood crazily, and his entire face became paler-obviously, he would have to pay a great price if he wanted to betray his promises.

But his expression was relieved.

"I finally... succeeded."

He looked at the immovable God of Fear that was crushed by the Protoss trial, showing a rare sincere smile.

Xu Nan's heart moved, he seemed to feel the abnormal changes in Song Xiaocheng.

He walked over suddenly.

"How? Need help?"

Song Xiaocheng seemed to be seriously injured. In order to severely damage the God of Fear, he took a great risk-you know, he might be killed by the other party at any time during his stay with Xiuyi Gelema!

Song Xiaocheng panted lightly, shook his head, his eyes became blurred:

"Xu Nan, this time, I really want to leave."

"The Throne of Fear will attract the coveting of many people; many priests and demigods who try to enter the realm of fear will come to them, but I can't give them! This is my life in exchange for!"

"I actually have a lot of stories, but I don't seem to have a chance to tell you... See you later."

After all, he sat down on the Throne of Fear, and the latter automatically opened an unstable portal.

No one knows where the portal will lead.

Xu Nan took a deep breath. Song Xiaocheng was not a friend to him, but he was not an enemy. The relationship between the two was very interesting.

But at least, he doesn't hate this unscrupulous guy.

Behind every man who seems to have no lower limit, there may be a sad story behind him.

Song Ying and Song Xiaocheng, there must be a problem between them.

He is so desperate to get the Throne of Fear, he must have the obsession to support all of this in his heart.

It's a pity that these stories will only be known until a long time later.

He subconsciously waved to Song Xiaocheng.

The latter barely raised his head, smiling and saying to Xu Nan:

"Help me take good care of Zijun."

Xu Nan was taken aback for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

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In the next second, Song Xiaocheng said seriously:

"And you are not allowed to go to her."

Xu Nan: "..."

Song Xiaocheng smiled and patted the Throne of Fear, and went into the portal. In every corner of the multiverse, I don't know how many legendary professionals, demigods, and low-level gods who coveted the fear field all smelled the fall of the Fear God. Started the action.

"correct!"

Suddenly, Song Xiaocheng came out of the portal again, and said to Song Bai, who had a complicated expression in the crowd:

"Said to believe in your cousin's character, right?"

Seeing Song Bai nodding tearfully, he slipped away contentedly.

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