"Senior means..."

Looking at Wang Zheng's unremarkable young and look extremely relaxed and not as fake as a face, the necromancer asked carefully, her voice trembling unconcealedly.

Wang Zheng nodded naturally: "The vitality of the martial arts I practice is amazing, and the injuries on the spine can naturally be easily cured."

When the Necromancer heard this, his face looked even more rapid and panicked: "But my brother's body has been like this for five years, and his body has long formed memories. Even if he knocks his spine back, it will only grow to what he is now if he stimulates his growth."

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, forming memories in his body and stimulating regeneration. Western magicians are worthy of being research-oriented talents. These theories have some overlap with the scientific theories in their previous lives.

Of course, it's just some overlap, after all, this is a fantasy world...

Similarly, through the words of the Necromancer, Wang Zheng could judge that she probably put a lot of effort into treating her younger brother. However, something very troublesome for her is not a problem for Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng waved his hand indifferently: "Is the spine itself disabled? Then change it. By the way, you should focus on me, you should pay attention to the spine under my vigorous vitality, right?"

The Necromancer showed a smile that was even worse than crying. Facing Wang Zheng, the grandmaster, she did not dare to hide anything at all, so she could only continue to say with a tough look:

"That's right, I've tried countless methods before this. After simulation experiments, even the spine of the descendants of the gods cannot perfectly integrate into my younger brother's body, so I have no eyes..."

Wang Zheng waved his hand and interrupted her: "The spine of the dragon, phoenix, angel, and demon should be OK, right? I believe that with your means, you should be able to melt the originally huge spine into something between the real spine and the secret treasure, and then transplant it onto your brother."

Dragon? Phoenix? Angel? Demon?

The words that made the Necromancer unable to reach her shocked her, and at the same time she also smiled bitterly: "These should be possible, and they can even change their brother's talent to a certain extent.

The dragon's spine is enough to make the younger brother a half-human and half-dragon dragon warrior. The phoenix's spine may make the younger brother a being reborn in the ashes, let alone the angel and demon.

It’s just... it’s just those existences that are not something that little girls can reach."

Wang Zheng nodded in agreement: "Yes, these should be enough to heal your brother's injuries. However, you said that your brother has outstanding talents in the sword path, so I have a better choice here."

"What choice?" Faced with a fourth-level grandmaster who could crush his existence at any time, the Necromancer did not doubt that he had him, but instead looked at Wang Zheng with hope.

However, Wang Zheng touched his chin and looked at the ugly necromancer with a smile: "Don't ask what choice is, you should answer this first, what conditions can you pay?"

The Necromancer's eager eyes instantly cooled down. From the person in front of him planting the seal of giving, to the fact that he had told him so much, the Necromancer guessed that the person in front of him had something to do.

不过,自己除了自己这一身还算得上是强者的修为,还算得上是天才的潜力外,还能有什么?

Understand in his heart, the expression of the Necromancer changed again and again. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can give my loyalty and soul, but please don't make things difficult for my brother."

Wang Zheng was unhappy when he heard this. How could he do it if he didn't make things difficult for your brother? He is the Saint Sword of the Holy Sword of the Goat!

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng stretched out a finger and shook it: "Your loyalty and soul are not as good as my secret treasure, so..."

When the Necromancer heard this, his face suddenly became cold and he looked directly at Wang Zheng: "Senior, please leave... I will find a way to cure my younger brother myself."

Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes: "Why are you afraid that I will kill you if you dare to talk to me like this?"

"Scared! Of course I'm very scared! But even if I die, I don't want my brother to become a slave to anyone! He is a genius! He should have his own pride!"

The Necromancer was very stubborn, but Wang Zheng rolled his eyes and shook his head: "Who said I want him to be my slave? I just thought of pitifulness and wanted to help me.

If he is really a talented person, I may be able to accept him as his three disciples. If he is a pool of mud, then I will vigorously cultivate you. After all, I will work hard for you to work hard for you after all the messy hatreds."

After a pause, Wang Zheng suddenly said inexplicably: "Friend, have you heard of the Saint Seiya? Let's learn about the Holy Sword Shura?"

At this moment, the name of Saint Seiya was only circulated in a small range and did not shake the entire Western Continent. Therefore, the Necromancer, who is busy with human experiments, has never heard of the strange name of Saint Seiya, and does not understand what Wang Zheng's inexplicable tone represents.

But this did not hinder her judgment of Wang Zheng's words. She only saw her eyes flashing, and she still looked alert: "What are you saying in the first place?"

Wang Zheng nodded naturally: "Of course it is true. Otherwise, I would have solved all the problems with my heart and soul printing, and I would have to talk nonsense to you?"

Wang Zheng's words undoubtedly dispelled the necromancer's doubts about dressing up. After all, just like Wang Zheng said, if he really lacks slaves, controlling people's hearts with the seal of giving up is the simplest and most brutal method, and it is not too much to waste words with a mere third-level necromancer.

Although I don’t understand what Wang Zheng’s purpose was, the Necromancer also had his own judgment in his heart.

After a deep look at Wang Zheng, she slowly lowered her head: "Lina has met the master."

Wang Zheng shook his head helplessly: "The title of master is so evil. Well... In order to show our kindness, it is better to call me Director Wang or Teacher."

"Teacher?" Lina was a little disbelief.

Wang Zheng smiled slightly: "Of course, it's just the one who is registered. After all, I don't understand magic."

Lina opened her mouth and was about to say something, but she was interrupted by Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng took out a golden pendant, threw it to Lina in the shape of a crab, and said:

"Feel its soul and power. Although I don't understand magic, this thing is more than ten thousand times more decent than the left-handed method of transforming your soul into a banshee soul."

Lina looked down and looked at the pendant on her palm and was confused.
Chapter completed!