Super Dimensional Wizard

Chapter 252 Repentance

Polissa, Angel did not hear the name, but since Jing Ji deliberately proposed, it must be at least a wizard-level power.

Anger took a picture from the raft and slowly opened it under the direction of Jing Ji.

In the portrait is a short-haired man, dressed in a strange metal dress, standing in the air in a deserted face. The background is a city full of mechanical fantasy elements.

"This is the guardian of the Emperor's plane mechanical port No. 37, the guardian of the copper rust." Jing Jidao: "Cold type, but unfortunately only a half soul."

Anger continued to open the next portrait, still a handsome man, Jing Ji looked like a fool: "This is the hurricane tower, the sound is good, looks good, but unfortunately like a man. ”

The next picture, still a man, Jing Ji continued to comment: "The platinum level of the sparse plane can be used, but unfortunately it has a name."

On the picture of the latter, Anger did not expect it at all, and his face was indifferent and continued to open.

A red-haired man.

Jing Ji: "This is Boguola of the Sky Machinery City, but unfortunately it is a metamorphosis."

Still a red-haired man.

Jing Ji: "This is the cultivation of the ancient Man of the Kingdom of Man, hey, it looks pretty, but the temper is too violent."

Xiu Yisi? Anger carefully looked at the man in the portrait, and the red hair against the wind formed a strong contrast with the floating black gold cloak.

"Have you heard of Isis?" Jing Ji wondered.

Anger nodded. "I have seen him. It seems to be an all-night order, to my hometown... the old continent."

"The wanted order is ah? It is estimated that in order to catch the **** thorns, the little Nizi stole the national treasure of the ancient country - the **** kingship, which was quite big in the previous period." Jing Ji said freely.

Angel has no impression of Xiu Yisi, but once Moro said that this person has a temperament in the southern region. And Jing Ji comment is almost the same.

Continue to the next picture, Angel did not even look at it, but Jing Ji is urging him, only to perfunctory and turn back.

"This is the king of the night, Mudike, but the character is too cloudy."

"This is the law enforcer of the Extreme Sect Far East Conquest, but unfortunately it is dead now."

"This is what the light walker Gandolph looked like when he was young. Unfortunately, he is not well maintained. It is old now."

Each picture is a handsome man, but even if it looks good, Jing Ji has a "but" for everyone.

Ingle even found the portrait of Sanders. Although Jing Ji was ashamed of his face, he still said one thing: "Sanders does meet all the illusions in my heart, but it is too cold."

After reading all the portraits, Jing Ji concluded: "Although these people have more or less shortcomings, these shortcomings have also made them. For example, although Bogula is very abnormal, his unchanging state is also common. Although Mudike is hazy, it also creates the beauty of his melancholy."

After summing up the mirror, Jing Ji smiled and said: "How can you fully integrate these people into the illusion?"

Anger’s face is now sad. These people are all great men who have lived for thousands of years. If he wants to use the illusion of illusion, it will be miserable if he is discovered by himself.

At this moment, Anger can't wait to shed tears. He is really tired and asks the stupid saying "Can you use real people?"

"Adults, if there are too many people, there will be aesthetic fatigue. Otherwise, build a mentor. I am familiar with the image of the mentor, and the construction should be more realistic. Others see it from the portrait, seeing Can you be honest. Hehe.” Anger now does not care about “selling for the teacher”. With the understanding of Anger, Sanders knows that this is estimated to be sneer, while others, he is completely Can't guess.

"Aesthetic fatigue? What kind of ghost thing? The old lady wants the feeling of the banquet phantom to me, of course, it is to be beautiful, the stars are arched!" Jing Ji face is not intolerant: "That said Set, these people, you all give the aging mother into the illusion, if not true, do it again, until I am satisfied!"

"But I only saw their portraits, the portraits can't express anything..." Angel said bitterly.

"Are you questioning the paintings of Polissa?" Jing Ji raised his eyebrows.

Polika is who Angel does not know, but he must not admit this kind of thing, and quickly shake his head.

Jing Ji suddenly paused at this moment: "Also, Polissa is still studying oil painting at the mortal school. After ten years of continuous examination, she has not graduated. It is normal to not grasp the essence."

In the sleeve, Angel's fist slammed tightly: he thought that Jing Ji was just a flower idiot, but he didn't think the character was so bad! He wants to cry!

Although he was wronged in his heart, on the surface, Angel still had the look of expectation: "Is that..." Can you not draw these big figures?

Jing Ji thought for a moment: "Hey, then I will relax a little while checking, let you set the person to re-set, the truth is a must, it is best to be like the floating island, can evoke more emotions. Yes, the texture must be the same as the trip to the sky, otherwise I will reject it."

Anger shed tears in his heart. To put it bluntly, it is still necessary to build it all.

"Just say this, if you do well, send it to me." Jing Ji said this sentence, and began to squat.

Jing Ji can not refuse the attitude, Angel did not dare to have whispers, can only comfort himself, it is to practice illusion, and his subject is all right, it is called "how to make illusion characters full of emotions" ... but this topic It’s hairy!

Anger took the raft full of portraits and sent it through the grief.

Fortunately, Jing Ji is a heart, directly sent him to the mirror world, eliminating the cost of riding a transmission array...

The above is the impact that Anger suffered during this hour.

On the way home, Angel's look is awkward, and all that comes to mind is "vulgar" and "texture". Can the two be balanced?

"Maybe you can ask for the omnipotent holographic tablet..." Angel thought weakly, but he still had no bottom in his heart. Shouldn't this kind of earth culture be there? However, Angel may not know that the vulgarity and texture are actually the difference between **** and eroticism. In the literary circle of the earth, it has long been played with new heights. The literati who engage in literature does not seem to write a big white chest. It seems that it is not a literati. Even if the work of a famous literary award of the earth is not because of the prize, the vulgar content inside is not too much, the literati is still the same, the literary art of the director The film is also playing a vulgarity and texture to a realm, men and women do not embrace the shape of the gossip, there is no beauty.

Anger sighed back home.

The wall clock on the wall shows that the time is 10 am and there are more than four hours from the airship. Anger intends to leave the troubles of Jing Ji for a while, and wait for it to come back from the darkness of the dark, and there is no time limit for Jing Ji.

It was just free today, and Angel decided not to eat dry food and go out to eat something.

Going out to open the door, naturally can not be less Toby. Angel came to the attic and prepared to call Toby out together, but the attic was empty, there was no Toby, and the music box was gone.

Anger frowned and went to see the unknown partner? In the morning, when he left, he still passed Toby, let him not go out today, how did he go again?

It seems that it is imperative to talk to Toby, at least he has to confirm what the partner is.

Since Toby is not there, Angel can only go alone.

The place where Anger went was the Butterfly Bar. The honey-milk barbecue was really delicious. He now has a huge amount of money and doesn't care about that little consumption.

After eating, Angel was close to noon when he came home, but Toby still didn't come back.

Anger sighed and came to the yard to meditate.

The breeze accompanied by the aroma of mistletoe, haunted by the side, and Anger meditated for about an hour before he heard the familiar swaying sounds from the distant forest.

Angler opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the forest at the other side of the river.

I saw a pale green figure smashing through the sky, and I glided very quickly toward Angel's small yard.

When Toby stopped on the mistletoe branches, Angel discovered that the clothes on his body had changed to a set of branches that he had never seen before. The green soft branches are woven into a dress with skillful hands, and the velvet fringes are swayed on the grass leaf ring.

Angel didn't ask Toby to go, but urged: "How come back so late? Hurry and bring a few clothes, we have to go, or else we can't catch up."

Toby was still a bit embarrassed. He heard no blame in Angel's words, and responded to the lively temper. He quickly plunged into the attic to find clothes to change.

A quarter of an hour later, Angel took Toby to the Promethines shop.

Because the reputation of the milk baron is too "extraordinary", in order not to be recognized, Anger will put Toby to the lining of the chest, from the outside, leaving only a small head melon, curious to see left Look.

"Angel, here!" Far away, Angel saw David waving to him.

When he heard David's yelling, Promi also walked out of the store and smiled and beheaded him.

"Sorry, it’s late." Anger showed a little apology to Promi, who did not care.

Promi: "Go, time is up."

......

The port where the airship is located is in the town of Windmill.

Anger didn't pay attention when he came. The other end of the town had a huge hollow, connected to the deep pit where the mirror was located. The airship stopped at the edge of the hole.

At the end of the empty cave is the cliff wall. If the airship is going out, it will be lifted vertically from the deep pit.

For the first time in half a year, Angel left the underground world for the first time. On the railing of the deck, Anger blew the wind and looked at the familiar plateau, as well as the familiar seams. They were here, followed by Nice into the deep squats and first contacted the real wizarding world.

It is clear that only a few months, Anger looked at the still ridiculous Pamiji Plateau, and there was an illusion of being separated from the world.

(End of this chapter)