Wizard God Seat

At the end of the year, Qinglang City, which had been gloomy for two days, finally ushered in a heavy snowfall.

Al was sitting on the stone bench in the yard, and the snowflakes spread out on both sides of Al's head automatically, so that there was no star of snowflakes falling on Al.

After taking a sip of tea, Al looked at the falling snowflakes and felt quite comfortable.

Today is exactly half a year after Al came to the Eastern Continent, and it has been three months since Liu Zhi left in anger. In these three months, Al can feel that there is something in Qinglang City. Few places are targeting themselves. For example, the Qinglang City Imperial Library, which Ayer always looks at from time to time, rejected Ayer's entry on the grounds that Ayer was a visitor from the Western Continent.

For this, Al felt very indifferent. He went to the library to read books as a pastime. After confirming that there was no information he needed in the Qinglangcheng Library, he was not sure whether he could enter the Qinglangcheng Library. The urgency is gone.

As for other aspects, there are countless small targets such as these, but they can't really cause any major trouble for Al. After all, in Qinglang City, the colossal behemoths such as Gelang and Lanyang Auction House, who are the vice-lords, have given it. Al is extremely sheltered, so Al's life remains as before, unaffected in any way.

After drinking the tea in the teacup, Al sighed slightly and said to Bruno who was standing behind him: "Bruno, go and prepare two teacups, there are guests here."

With a slight nod, Bruno immediately left the snow-free space around Al, returned to the room in the snow, took out two teacups, and placed them on the table where no snow fell.

And just as the two teacups were put down, a group of people wearing black robes and embroidered red lines came to the small courtyard. Among them, the old man who followed the middle-aged man walking in the front was exactly the same as before. After one side, Jiang Quan, a fifth-level bloodline knight with the bloodline of the Black Eagle.

Before walking to the small courtyard, Jiang Quangang wanted to reach out and push the door, but was stopped by the middle-aged man. He looked at Al through the low courtyard door and said with a smile: "Travelers are here, I don’t know. Can you ask for a cup of tea?"

Hearing this, Al stretched out his hands to fill the two cups with tea, and said: "Since it's here, come in for a glass of water, Bruno, you go and prepare some hot water for the gentleman's entourage outside. Warm your body and get married

. "

The middle-aged man took Jiang Quan and sat on the stone bench opposite Al. Jiang Quan did not drink the tea in front of him. He just looked at Al lightly, but the middle-aged man seemed quite enthusiastic and lifted up. The teacup in front of me sipped the tea in it, and while drinking, smiled, as if tasting some kind of delicacy.

"Tea is not good tea, water is just this rootless snow water, I hope it can enter your mouth."

Shaking his head, the middle-aged man put down his tea cup and signaled Jiang Quan to fill his cup with water, and then said, "Master Al, the last time Jiang Quan did something is inevitably inappropriate. Here I want to give you Jiang Quan's behavior. I apologize. Besides, I don’t know if I can see Sha’er. If you count it carefully, I haven’t seen her for nearly 13 years. When she left me, she was only four years old. Now she should be seventeen. Got it."

With a sigh, Al looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I can't decide for Misha. I need to ask her to see what she means. If Misha doesn't want to see you, then I can only apologize. "

Smiling and nodding, the middle-aged man said, "Master Al, please ask Misha, I can accept any result."

Hearing this, Al gestured to the curse shadow standing at the door of the house. After a while, Al saw Misha walking out nervously. She looked at Al first, then turned her head to look. To the middle-aged man, after a long time, she walked up to Al and sat down, lowered her head slightly, making her expression unclear.

The middle-aged man looked at Misha who was sitting next to Al. He hesitated for a while before he said: "Sha'er, why don't you look at me? I am your father."

Shaking her head, Misha said: "You are not my father, my father, my father is dead, you are not him."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man did not feel any dissatisfaction. He thought about it and tore off the sleeve of his left arm, exposing the inner part of his left arm near the armpit. At this moment, he looked at his inner left arm. One of the birthmarks, said: "Shar, our Ying family’s direct bloodline has such a birthmark. In the same place, this is our Ying family’s curse and the source of our Ying family’s strength. Look at your left arm. Is there an exact birthmark in the same part of

Misha doesn't even need to look at it to know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Her part has birthmarks exactly like those of a middle-aged person. In fact, Misha has realized since she was rescued by Al. I'm afraid she is not what she thought it was. The parents' daughter, it's just that Misha never admits it.

Slowly shaking his head, two tears flowed down from both sides of Misha's cheek. Looking at Misha's appearance, the middle-aged man and Al sighed almost at the same time.

At this time, Al stretched out his hand and patted Misha's shoulder lightly, and said, "Misha, cheer up, there are some things you have to face, not to mention... he is your father after all, don't you want to meet him? Your relatives? I remember that when you were still on the Western Continent, you told me that if you could have some brothers, sisters, or relatives, now your wish has come true. You not only have relatives, but also With a father, shouldn't you be happy?"

"But...but..."

"No, but, it is your father who is sitting in front of you now, but the one who died is also your father. Recognizing your real father does not mean that you have to abandon the previous one, does it?"

Listening to Al’s persuasion, Misha gradually stopped crying. She slowly raised her head to look at the middle-aged man, opened her mouth, but found that she still couldn’t speak. She was a little anxious, but found the middle-aged man. He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tear marks on Misha's cheek. The warm feeling calmed Misha's originally chaotic heart instantly.

Seeing Misha and the middle-aged man, Al smiled slightly and looked at Jiang Quan. The two left the stone table together, leaving a place where Misha and the middle-aged man could talk well.

As for the snow-free space originally created by Ayer, it did not disappear with Ayer's departure. With a middle-aged person, who can not see the depth, some snowflakes are naturally not a problem. (To be continued.)