The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

The little guy who was sleeping in the bed rolled over and made an inexplicable mumble. She is very cute, except that her skin color is not the same as that of ordinary people, there is nothing weird about her. However, the magicians could feel the amazing compression of the ice magic power from her.

Like Mei Jing, when he asked Zhang Hao, he used his peripheral vision to look at small things. It's not that he hasn't seen the world, but a habit, or instinct, that magicians are always attracted by pure or huge sources of magical power.

Hearing Mei Jing's question, Zhang Hao smiled slightly: "If you say it's all by myself, what do you think of Your Excellency Mei Jing?"

It seems that he guessed the answer. Mei Jing was not surprised. Instead, he naturally found a chair and sat down with his hands on his chest: "So, your Excellency is also good at illusion magic? But you are a demon assassin. Some illusions are not surprising either. It’s just... as far as I know, your Excellency doesn’t know any illusion spells. It seems that you only gained this ability after you went to the fairy forest."

Mei Jing is a nobleman and an old man. No matter the nobleman or the old man, they are all creatures who like to think and think. He can always think of many things from a little bit of clues, although many of them are wrong inferences, but more are correct.

Zhang Hao probably guessed what he was going to say, and smiled: "I did establish some connections with the elves. It's just that, Your Excellency Mei Jing, what are you worried about?"

"Attacking the city wall, running around with a carriage equipped with precious technology, and looking for elemental life forms for other people." Mei Jing's expression was rare and grim: "For another person, I will definitely not say anything, directly Tie him back to the royal capital, first find out the situation and then sentence him, but you are different. First, you are a "legend" in the mercenary world and the civilian world, and a role model, I can't do this, and second, I may not I can beat you."

Mei Jing's slightly aging eyes became more refined: "So I want to ask your excellency, if one day our country and the elves are at war, how do you plan to deal with yourself?"

"We Torres is going to fight with the Elves?" Zhang Hao frowned, this is not good news.

Mei Jing nodded secretly. The "we" in Zhang Hao's mouth made him very satisfied, and smiled now: "This is just a hypothesis. There is no eternal hostile relationship between countries, let alone eternal friendship. Everything depends on how the benefits are distributed. No one can say for sure. Your Excellency, you haven't told me, if something like that really happens, which side are you going to stand on?"

This question is a bit difficult to answer. After thinking for a while, Zhang Hao sighed: "The two don't help each other, that's all."

If someone else answered like this, Mei Jing would definitely smash him with an explosive bullet, and he would have to maimed him if he didn't kill him, but if Zhang Hao said that, he would have no opinion. Now, in his heart, he has realized that the ‘Fire Spider’ is a descendant of the gods, and this bloodline does not belong to a certain country. Kings of various countries often say that their royal identity is bestowed by God, but everyone knows that this is nonsense.

Fire Spider is a descendant of the Orthodox Protoss. Once the news spreads, in which country he is willing to stay, the king of that country will have the confidence. Whenever he goes out and says "My throne is a gift from God", no one laughs at him. He can't even smile in his heart.

What is orthodox power? This is it.

Mei Jing felt very satisfied. Before leaving, he specially left a reminder: "Your Excellency Alex, you must walk on my territory when you have time, remember. My granddaughter is beautiful and in good shape."

In this regard, Zhang Hao had nothing to say.

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At the same time, Siguma was also quite depressed and helpless. He watched his body attack the fire spider uncontrollably, and then looked at the angry flames in Carol's eyes. He felt his heart broken into countless pieces, and he couldn't put it together.

In front of him stood a ‘warrior’ with a dark face. Sigumar knew that this man was the necromancer who controlled his body. If it had been before, when he met the Death Mage, he was absolutely afraid or had a fear, but at this moment, he didn't feel it at all. This is what ‘sorrow is greater than death’.

Being disgusted and hated by the people she likes, Siguma, who feels in love for the first time, feels that the sky is falling.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Busenda chuckled: "Interesting, interesting, maybe a good seed, go to a place with me."

It's useless even if you object to being controlled by someone. Siguma followed Busenda without knowing how long he walked, and then stopped in the depths of a dark cave where nothing could be seen.

Busenda ignited a dark cyan magic light ball, then waved his hand to release his mind control. It wasn't until this time that Siguma regained control of his body, and immediately felt sore and sore in his nose. He didn't know how many times he hit the rock wall of the mountain in the dark.

Under the cyan light, Siguma saw a huge magic circle on the ground, and in the middle, a large circle of magic crystal nuclei was piled up.

"Lord Necromancer, looking at you, it seems that you don't want to kill me." Siguma felt that he was fearless at this moment: "Then, where do you want to take me?"

"The Red Earth Continent, which is what you humans call the Demon Realm." Busenda squatted on the ground and counted the magic cores, sighed: "No, there are still a few pieces between them, and they have to go hunting in the forest... You wait here, don’t try to escape, I have a mark on your body, even if you run into the realm of the elves, I can bring you back."

Siguma didn't plan to run either, he attacked the Fire Spider, and if he returned, he would only cause trouble for the mercenary group.

After more than three hours, they appeared in a magic circle.

As soon as Siguma stepped out of the teleportation formation, he felt the fiery dry air rushing toward his face. Looking around, there were black clouds in the sky, and lava rivers flowing like streams were everywhere. Suddenly from the cold snow country to the fiery world, Siguma was immediately covered in sweat, and he felt that his body seemed to be groaning.

Busenda cast him a weak heat resistance result.

Siguma immediately felt better all over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ subconsciously said, "Thank you."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself again, and the other party hijacked his body, making him homeless, and he actually felt like a **** necromancer.

Busenda looked at the other's weird expression, and smiled on his black face: "Come on, I'll take you to a place, maybe you will have a new perspective on us."

Siguma followed, walking with a bitter face: "Hey, what do you want me to do, I was bad enough for you to control me to attack my employer, and I don’t know the leader of them will I won’t be troubled by the fire spiders. Even if I was begged by'she', please let me go, or kill me and stop tossing me."

"Don't be so bitter." Busenda smiled, "You can brag like this in a few decades [Don't look at me like this, in fact, I'm the one who almost killed the mansion]. Think about it, it's so beautiful and attractive to beauties."

"Are you kidding?" Siguma suddenly reacted: "Wait, what did you say? Fire spider is a god's residence?"

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