Wizard God Seat

Snatched man?

Hearing the words of the old man in front of him, Al can be said to be a cold sweat, but when he thinks that Oresa is from a barbarian family, then he can understand what the other person said, but it is one thing to understand it, can you accept it? It was another matter. He didn't want to be a man in the matrilineal society of the barbarians. :Le: Text: Novel 3w.しxs520.o

Therefore, Al looked at the old man in front of him, shook his head immediately, and said, "This old man, I didn't **** Olesa... the man snatched, I'm just his friend."

Upon hearing this, the old man raised his eyebrows and sternly shouted: "What! You are not the man Olesa snatched? Can we let an outsider come in in our village? Since you are not Olesa's man, then I have nothing. You can be scrupulous, I will kill you now and sacrifice to the ancestral spirit."

When the voice fell, the old man slammed the wooden staff in his hand, and suddenly a wave of extremely cold power emerged from the old man's body. A white goshawk emerged from the old man's back, and the surface of his skin was even more obvious. Snow-white tattoos appeared, and then feather arrows made of ice crystals condensed around the old man's body, floating up and down towards Al. Obviously, as long as the old man's heart moved, he would shoot at Al.

Looking at the strength displayed by the old man, there is no doubt that it is a powerful power at level 5. If Al is in his heyday, he has the ability to break his wrist with her, but now Al, the power is at most a second-level wizard. It was impossible to be the opponent's opponent at all, so adhering to the principle that heroes don't suffer immediate losses, Al was immediately subdued.

"What's in it, grandma, I was wrong just now. I am the man Oresa snatched from the outside. Since you are Oresa's grandmother, you will be my grandmother in the future."

Seeing the righteous Al, the old man was taken aback for a moment, and then grinned: "Very good, very good, this is my good grandson-in-law, okay, you can rest well, and if you are healthy, please follow Oresa has the same room, I'm going to hug my grandson, all right, I won't bother you, you guys can get in touch with each other."

With the old man's smile, whether it was the tattoo on her body, the imaginary snow-white goshawk behind her back, or the feathered ice arrows, all disappeared without a trace.

Smiling at Al with satisfaction, the old man turned and left the cabin. At this time, Oresa walked in, looked at Al with interest, and smiled: "I didn’t expect you to be so aware of current affairs. Actually, even if you didn't agree just now, my grandma wouldn't do anything to you. We barbarians are not like you humans who turn our faces and deny people."

Rolling his eyes, Al sat down on the bed and said, "Anyway, I've let you talk. My strength has dropped. Whatever you say is nothing. Anyway, even if you have **** with you, I won't suffer. ."

When Oresa heard Al’s words, her wheaten face turned faintly ruddy for three points, but soon Oresa rolled her eyes and said, “If you are willing to be one of my many husbands, then I can Having **** with you, after all, it is normal for us barbarians to have three or four husbands."

Posing his lips, Al turned his head directly, not commenting on the behavior of barbarians in matrilineal society. Perhaps it's like it's normal for men to marry multiple wives in human society. In barbaric society, it is the highest in matrilineal society. It is normal for women to have several husbands, but for Al, an authentic human, he doesn't want to participate in it, otherwise his green head alone would be enough to keep Al on the wizarding road.

Seeing Al’s helplessness, Oresa gave a snicker, shook his head, threw an animal skin water sac directly to Al, and said, "This water sac contains the saints of our barbarian holy land. The spring water has a strong healing effect, and your injuries are not mild. Drinking more spring water from the holy spring is of great benefit to you."

Hearing Orissa's words, Al pulled off the plug of the water bag and took a sip of the holy spring water inside.

Under the spring water, Al immediately felt a cold breath emanating from his stomach, which instantly filled his whole body, making the body that had a lot of dark wounds, under the action of this cold breath, it was like the spring after the cold winter. Recovery, quickly recovered.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a cold white gas, Al's spirit was shaken, and he was ready to take another sip.

But before Al could drink, he was stopped by Oresa, only to hear Olesa say to Al: "You are really impatient, this holy spring water contains strong ice elements, take a sip every day That’s enough. If you have more, you will have bad side effects. If you don’t want to become an ice sculpture before your injury is healed, drink it carefully.

"Tsk, it's really troublesome, but thank you very much, I have nothing to repay you, if you have any needs, I can help you refine some potions, but now I can only refine some level one For second-tier potions, I need to recover higher-tier potions before I can refine them."

"It doesn't matter, we barbarians have our own pharmacists, and our power system is different from yours. Basically, we don’t use your potions, so it doesn’t matter whether we can refine higher-level potions, but the lower-level ones. Healing potions are more important to us. If you have the time and energy, please help us refine some potions for healing."

As soon as the voice fell~www.wuxiaspot.com~ someone called Oresa’s name outside. When Oresa saw this, he planned to go out, but when Oresa walked to the door of the house, Al suddenly said: "Oresa Resa, why are you helping me?"

The body paused for a while, but Oresa didn't turn her head back, but directly said: "You were **** by me after all, so I need to be responsible. As for the other...there is no other reason."

After speaking, Oresa left the house and closed the door carefully from the outside to prevent the wind and snow from entering the house and lower the temperature inside.

At this moment, Al was lying on the boat, muttering to himself, "Is there no other reason..."

In the next period of time, Al stayed in the house for half a month. After half a month, although the injuries on his body had not fully recovered, he recovered most of it with the help of the holy spring water, except for the trace gold that still exists in the lungs. Except for the fine sand that kept Al coughing, there was no major problem with the rest.

And Al’s strength slowly returned to the pinnacle of the second-level wizard, and there was no problem in displaying the power of the third-level wizard in a short period of time. At this time, Al stood up, ready to see what the barbarian tribe was. What is it like. (To be continued.)