Start As a Lord In a Viscount

"Wait a minute, I'll have a word with my grandson." The rickety old man said.

Claire shrugged indifferently, and didn't care about wasting those few seconds. Anyway, everyone else should have escaped from the ruins, and now it is estimated that they can't be hunted down.

The rickety old man waved at the fourth-level wizard in the air, and said gently, "Come here, Barlow, I'll explain something to you."

The fourth-level mage's eyes were a little complicated. He glanced at Claire, then at the ricketed old man below, and finally fell slowly.

"Come here..." The rickety old man waved his hand weakly, feeling as if he would die if he said a few more words.

The fourth-level mage leaned over, stretched out his hand to support the ricketed old man, bent down and put his ear to the ricketed old man's mouth, gritted his teeth and lowered his voice: "Grandpa, just say what you want, I will definitely help you. revenge..."

Hearing Barlow's words, the rickety old man's eyes flashed a very complicated look, but when he saw Claire who was still standing in the air, the last complicated look turned into firmness again, this guy Will not let Barlow go!

Then he opened his teeth and slammed into Barlow's neck. His strength was completely different from his dying appearance. The sharp teeth pierced directly through Barlow's skin and into the flesh and blood. The blood in the body began to flow back into the body of the rickety old man.

"Grandpa?!" Barlow's expression was still unbelievable, and when he reacted, he wanted to push the rickety old man away.

The rickety old man opened his mouth and said, "Don't move!"

I don't know if it was because of this sentence, the fourth-level mage's body suddenly froze and lost his strength, allowing the rickety old man to **** his own blood.

At this time, the body of the ricketed old man swelled up, the shriveled and wrinkled skin became full, and the ricketed body also became straight, as if in the process of rejuvenation.

"I'm sorry!" The rickety old man said vaguely, saying sorry, but the movements in his mouth did not stop at all. The fourth-level mage's body quickly became shriveled, and his eyes were bulging out of lack of blood in his body. , and finally reached a certain limit and could no longer see a trace of life in his eyes.

It was too late and then too fast. The whole process was very fast. When Claire reacted, the rickety old man had already thrown the shriveled corpse of his precious grandson on the ground.

"Oh!" Claire made an unexpected voice, he really didn't expect the situation to develop like this at first.

Then he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, squinting his eyes, his eyes were a little unkind, "This is to make fun of me."

After the rickety old man regained his vitality, he gave Claire a vicious glance, and then a blood mist was sprayed out from his body to wrap it up.

When Claire was ready to attack, the rickety old man turned his head and rushed towards the stone wall. Like a locomotive, the entire stone wall was smashed into pieces, and then turned into a smear. The red light gradually escaped.

"Heh, you've prepared so much just to escape?" Claire laughed, added a speed boosting auxiliary spell to herself, and then chased in the direction of Hongmang.

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After a few minutes, the ricketed old man felt a little despair in his heart, but Antonio behind him kept chasing him, and he couldn't get rid of him no matter how fast he went.

After another two or three minutes, the blood mist around the ricketed old man gradually faded, and finally dissipated. The ricketed old man also returned to his old old age, and then he stopped with more than enough power, and his eyes were full of despair. color.

"Aren't you running?" Claire asked calmly.

"Crack!" The rickety old man opened his hand and swung a big letter on the ground. He was out of breath, and he was very reluctant to speak.

Claire stretched out her palm and gave the rickety old man a virtual hold, and then the ricketed old man felt as if his hands and feet were tightly grasped by something, and his body was attached to the ground like a magnet, and he wanted to get up and do the basics. not.

But at this time, his heart was dead, and he had no intention to resist, just closed his eyes and waited for the final judgment that belonged to him.

Claire gently landed beside the ricketed old man, squatted down, and said softly, "Anyway, it's been so long, I shouldn't be able to catch up with those people, let's talk."

Hearing Claire's words, the rickety old man opened his eyes, his head and eyes were attached to the ground, and he could only look at Claire sideways, "I don't want to talk to you, kill me, I'm not that kind of scared. dead people."

Unexpectedly, just after he finished speaking, Claire laughed, "Hahahaha."

After laughing, he glanced at him again, and then laughed again, "Hahahahaha!"

The ricketed old man's face became stiff, "Shut up! What's so funny!"

"Isn't it funny that you just said that you are not afraid of death?"

The rickety old man: "..."

"You seem to have killed your grandson yourself just now." Claire asked with a smile, "Is it your own?"

The rickety old man was silent for a while, then said, "Yes..."

"But I trained him to run away as a reserve energy source in times of danger, so I have nothing to feel guilty about."

"I didn't ask you if you were ashamed, why are you explaining this too much?"

The rickety old man: "..."

"If I said I would have let him go, would you regret it now?" Claire asked again.

The ricketed old man closed his eyes, unwilling to face Claire's eyes that could read people's hearts, "What's the use of talking about this now, kill me now, I'm a selfish person, there's nothing to say."

"It's boring." Claire patted her **** and sat up, "Then I'll satisfy your request."

The rickety old man also accepted his destiny calmly, closed his eyes peacefully, and prepared to meet his own final moment.

"Om!" Claire's wind blade condensed again, but it didn't shoot out.

"I'll give you one last chance to say your last words. Compared with other people, I would like to hear what your last words will be." Claire's words are not deceiving, he really thinks Hear the last thoughts of this man who behaved so repeatedly before he died.

The rickety old man opened his eyes again, looked at Claire, and asked after a while, "You won't kill me right after I speak, will you?"

"..."

Claire defended: "I'm not the kind of person with bad taste."

"Okay." Looking at the rickety old man's expression, it was obvious that he fell into memory. "Barlow has been a very well-behaved child since he was a child, and he also has a strong talent for wizards..."

"When he was born, my life was about to come to an end, so I trained him as my successor. He learned witchcraft very quickly and seriously, compared to when I was young. A lot better. I really took him as a successor to train him at first..."

Claire didn't speak either, knowing that the other party would definitely say it on her own.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, the rickety old man said again: "Later my life gradually came to an end, and I realized that my fear of death is not so calm, I am afraid of death, I am really afraid of death, I am afraid The world after my death is a void... so I set my sights on Barlow."

"At that time, he was already a fourth-level wizard. As long as he was promoted to fifth-level, I could transform all his vitality into me through the secret technique. Although a lot of vitality was lost during the transformation, it was enough to make me One or two hundred years to live..."

"I know that I can't advance to an epic wizard with my self-control. After living another hundred or two hundred years, I will still die..."

"So I jumped in these two mentalities repeatedly~www.wuxiahere.com~ Every time I see Barlow, I have a different idea in my heart, and sometimes I spurn my soul, this is my own grandson, sometimes I really want to trade his life for my life."

"It's a pity that life can't be repeated. If I could, then I wouldn't let Barlow become a wizard... If he doesn't become a wizard, I can also cut off my thoughts." The rickety old man said, his eyes could not help He became red, "He's really good. When I was about to kill him, I said "don't move", and he really didn't resist at all."

Claire smacked her mouth, and after a few seconds of silence, she said, "Scumbag!"

The rickety old man laughed cheerfully, "Haha, yes, kill me as a scum now."

"To satisfy you."

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sorry Sorry! I accidentally copied the previous chapter twice, and I can't edit it now! I'll think of a way! I'll send a red envelope as an apology later, and I'll go to the editor.

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