Womanizing Mage

It is still the cliff, and it is still the sound of the waves. The dragon and the wooden smoke are sitting on the edge of the cliff and looking at the sea with silver stars. /www. qВ5. Com\\\\

At this time, Long Yi’s heart was also amazed. He only used the idea to inform the dragon two to break out, and did not want it to cut off the beard of the bright archbishop, and he did not learn to play with himself.

"What kind of monster is your thing?" Woody smoke finally couldn't help but ask.

The dragon shrugged and smiled. "I don't know, maybe he is a monster."

"I think he is very similar to you, the same arrogance." The wood is so white that the dragon looks at it. When she thinks about the mechanical imperativeness of Long Er, she can't help but feel so funny that she is allowed to let her Ignoring the amazing fact that Long Er is a conscious undead.

At this time, Long Yi was immersed in contemplation. To be honest, he did not want to see the oriental scent becoming the present, cold and ruthless, and the seven passions and six desires were completely closed. What did Charles hypocrites want to do?

Although Dong Kexin had a strong headache for him, he was a headache. But she was her cousin. She was the granddaughter of the grandfather of the East, and he did not want her to be a **** in the hands of Charles.

At this moment, the dragon moved in the heart, and the woody smoke immediately looked at the dragon one and said: "Your baby monster has come, and the undead master who escaped."

"Your big white bird feels quite sensitive." Long laughed.

As soon as the words were finished, the black shadow flashed in front of him. Long Er’s scary death sickle stood in front of the two. It didn’t take long for the figure of the undead mage to appear on the cliff. He looked at the dragon and the wood with a long distance, but hesitated at the footsteps. I always thought that it was Long Er, the conscious undead who saved him, but did not want to save him. It seems that there is another person, and he thinks that the second world dominated by the undead world should look like the man's servant.

"Small second son. You bring a little shy to the guests, you go to ask him to come over." Long Yi smiled.

"Yes, Big Brother." Long Er mechanically responded, and he took a step.

The Necromancer was immediately sincere and fearful, and hurried to come over and bowed to the dragon and said with respect: "The necromancer has thanked him for his help."

"Blood bones? Hey, you are welcome. We are all of the same family, and your heart is not bad. In that case, there is no poison to the little girl. It should be said that you saved yourself." Road. The name of this Necromancer has a personality, which is in line with his professional characteristics.

"The master said that there is no righteousness and evil in the cultivation practice in the world. It is the human heart that has the righteousness and evil." The bones mentioned the master, the tone became a little sad.

The dragon was a glimpse, and he was in Peter. I have seen it in the magic notes of the Undead, and I can’t help but ask: “Who is your master?”

The bones shook his head. Dao: "I was adopted by the master since I was a child, but his old man told me his name from the end, saying that he was afraid of losing his grandfather's face. He only told my grandfather that he was a world-famous undead hundreds of years ago. Magister Peter. Shuge."

It’s really Peter. The repair of this vein is passed down. This is really true of his own door, and his own undead magic is also from Peter. The undead magic encyclopedia and notes left by the repair. And Long Er was created by him.

"Do you have any evidence that you are Peter. The descendant of Xiu Ge." The dragon half squinted. There was a heavy dead air on the body that forced the dead bones.

The woody smoke eyes are bright. Looking at the dragon with a glimmer of color, the deep and beautiful eyes flashed, and I don't know what I was thinking.

The bones of the dead bones are shaking. Immediately, there was a flash of enthusiasm in the eye, which was stronger than when I saw Long Er. Can the master’s wish be realized in this young man?

"The ancestors only passed down one thing, that's it." The bones spread out the heart of the left hand, only to see a **** cockroach on his palm. The faint flash of red awns is almost exactly the same as the **** scorpion on the dragon's hand.

Long Yi also extended his left hand. The palms spread out, and the two blood-colored hoes jumped at the same time. The red awns were more dazzling.

"Ah...you are..." The bones exclaimed, some were unbelievable. He never heard that the master had accepted the apprentice. Moreover, this **** scorpion only passed one, and there was no second, but there was no second. What is the explanation for the **** cockroach in the hand of Dragon?

"It counts as Peter. I am a disciple of Xiu Ge, because I got the magic notes of his undead to learn the undead magic." Long sighed and said.

"See the uncle's uncle."

The bones of the dead immediately fell in front of the dragon, and the tone was a little sobbing. The shoulders were not known because of excitement or trembling.

Dragon one by one, grandfather uncle? According to the calculations of the seniors, it is true, but it is not very customary, and the bones seem to be very old.

Long Yi will lift up the bones and sigh: "You should have eaten a lot of bitterness."

Who knows that Long Yi said this, the bones of the dead have collapsed, holding the dragon's thighs and crying, and the dragon and the side of the wooden smoke are so shocked that they are overwhelmed, and an old man is holding his thigh and crying. It was the first time.

The dead bones cried and told the tragic life that they have lived in these years, and Long Yi also got a conclusion that surprised him, that is, the "old man" who is holding his thigh and crying in front of him is still twenty years old. To.

The bones were abandoned in a valley 19 years ago, and the result was adopted by the passing masters and was cultivated as a descendant. His master is a small leader of the Dark Church. He has been following the master in the dark church since he was a child, but in the dark church, the necromancer exists as a different kind. No one wants to talk to him. No one wants to play with him, but fortunately he still cares about his master.

It’s just that there’s nothing wrong with it. The life of the Undead Master is not long. It’s very rare to live a hundred years old, and the master of the bones turned into a fly ash at the age of 101, leaving only the ancestral master’s biography. The **** scorpion and a few notes of the undead magic.

The dead bones were cold-eyed in the dark church. Some autistic people left the church and hid in the Tibetan mainland. They felt lonely and confused. If his master’s last will last, he would support him. I am afraid he has not been able to withstand it.

Therefore, after knowing that Long Yi was his uncle, he was so ruined because of his concern.

After waiting for the bones to vent, the dragon's thighs are already wet, which makes him laugh and cry.

Long Yi pulled the bones up and saw that his mask was soaked. Anyway, now that he is younger than himself, he is much better psychologically. He removes the mask of the bones and finds his face. Unlike his hand like a claw, it is very delicate, and when he sees the dragon, he looks awkward and completely subverts the previous impression.

"Your voice and your hand have been like this?" Long asked strangely.

"It wasn't like this when I practiced to the middle level of the Undead Magic, but the first hand and the voice changed." The bones said.

Long Yi was a little surprised and didn't make sense. How did he not appear when he practiced the undead magic, and there was no wind chime.

"Bone, show me the undead magic book you have cultivated and your master's notes." Long frowned.

"Yes, Shi Shuzu." There is no hesitation in the bones. A few books and notes are taken from the space ring and handed to Long Yi.

The dragon has turned over quickly, and there is nothing difference between the intermediate undead magic. In some places, the high-level undead magic is very different. It is the consequence of the incompleteness of the inheritance.

"Is there any problem? Master Shuzu." The bones saw the dragon frowning and shaking his head, not asking nervously.

"The big problem, the cultivation methods of your undead magic books are incomplete. I suspect that your voice and your hand will become like this for this reason." Long Yi said.

"That... can it be restored?" The bones asked with some hope, although the practice of the undead magic, but no one would like to become this ugly look.

Long Yi took out Peter from the space ring. The repaired undead magic encyclopedia and notes, handed to the bones: "This is the correct undead magic book and your grandfather's personal notes, you take it and look at the wrong place, maybe you can recover Normal." Long Yi said.

"Yes... is the note of the ancestors? Thank you, Master Shuzu." The bones of the bones are excited and shivering. That is what he and the master’s most admired ancestors left. The one against the two great magisters and two swords. The legend of the Holy, the **** who summoned the eyes of the undead magician who swept the Dark Dragon.

Long Yi saw the undead magic talent of the dead bones, reaching the realm of the undead magician when he was less than twenty years old. The things he has learned are too mixed, and there is no special hobby for the undead magic, maybe Peter. The undead magic of the repairing will be carried forward in the hands of the dead bones.

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