Xining was not moved by such beauty. It was not that she didn't like beautiful people, but that everything was fake in the face of tasks and interests.

She is just a passerby. No matter how beautiful or beautiful a person is, is she just a matter of sex?

He asked directly, with impatientness: "What's the matter? I'll have to hurry after I've said it."

After the young man took a sip of wine slowly, the housekeeper came late, picked up the bottle next to him, added a little wine to him, and stood behind him, without saying a word as the background.

What accent, Xining wanted to go over and smash the bottle and glass.

Mo Ming: "The world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable. It's not good, it's not good!"

Xining: "If you don't have constructive opinions, shut up."

The young man slowly started to talk, as if he was telling a story: "Lina Aslan, the heir of the Aslan family. After graduating from the Magic Academy, he would go to the Aslan family to inherit the family. The process on the road is considered a journey."

All of them are right, obviously they have a thorough understanding of her origin.

Xining thought for a while: "Is there anything else? If not, I have something to do, so I will say goodbye!"

Since she knew she rushed back to inherit the family, she still stopped her halfway. If nothing happened, she would be sick!

She doesn't want to get into trouble. If she encounters someone who is sick, she should leave as soon as possible. If she is sick, she should see a doctor. She is a magician, a genius and beautiful girl magician, not a psychologist.

Mo Ming: "Vomit..."

The young man continued as if he had not heard it: "Twelve years ago, the Aslans broke the great devil Starot Nirias and sealed him up, but the two died in vain and left two young children, which is really sad."

"So what?" Xining asked.

Mo Ming: "Don't blame me for not reminding me. I have a gentle tone. He is also a devil."

Xining: "Ah?"

Mo Ming: "Don't make a fuss. In ancient times, there were more demon kings than big monsters. What's the point of having one or two fish that didn't do much bad things?"

Xining: "Who is he? Can I beat him?"

Mo Ming: "If you can beat me, can I still remind you to be gentler? He is the devil king and has lived for at least tens of thousands of years..."

Cough cough, tens of thousands of years, but it seems that even if you have a full plan, you will definitely not be over twenty years old. Moreover, looking at the other person's eyes, they are so clear and bright, not tens of thousands of years, or even fifty or sixty years old.

Mo Ming: "I live a long life, and my eyes are not very clear and bright when you look at me."

Xining's two big watery eyes appeared in Mao Tuanzi's mind, so cute.

"Isn't it all you have done!" Mo Ming was angry again, but seemed to suppress his temper and changed to another person: "Shangqing, how long has he lived?"

Xining thought about it and shook her head. For this kind of monster, God knows how long it has been alive, it should have been a long time.

Mo Ming: "You have some brains."

And the young man here answered her, which was a very tempting replies: "Do you want to resurrect them?"

Is the resurrection spell? Brad's eyes lit up suddenly, but he still maintained his rationality and sarcastically said: "So what if you are resurrected? After the resurrection spell, most of the dead will lose their memory, some will become unconscious walking corpses, or even zombies. There is no point in resurrection like this. Moreover, the Aslans have passed away for twelve years, and only a handful of bones are left after digging it out. Want them to be like the skeletons driving a carriage outside?"

The young man said without rushingly: "That's just an ordinary resurrection spell. There is a way to make bones grow muscles. After the human form is reshaped, he can recover as before he recites the spell, just like before he died."

Brad's breathing speeded up, which was a spell that had to make people moved. Think about how many people gave their all to be resurrected by themselves or their loved ones? The answer is, many, many, even the king!

Even if it is a king, nothing will be gone after death. It would be better to offer half of the country in exchange for a chance to resurrection.

At this time, Xining spoke: "So what are you going to get as a reward?"

"No need for any reward!" The young man raised his glass, as if toasting: "I admire the Aslans, so I am willing to provide methods and spells for free so that you can still have the opportunity to reunite with your parents."

My heart was beating violently, which was the reaction of the owner. An orphan who lost his parents since childhood naturally longed to see his parents again.

But Xining was not the owner of the body, and she couldn't help but sneer on the corner of her mouth: "I'm not interested at all. Can I leave now?"

The young man seemed a little surprised and couldn't help asking: "Why, don't you want to see your parents again? After they come back, they will still love you as much as before, and you can live happily."

"Think, but that's just a dream." Xining said calmly: "Nothing is paid without giving, there is no reward. The spells we recite are actually consuming other things. Light spells are to concentrate the light from other places and concentrate it on one point. Dark magic is to borrow the power of the devil, and to consume your own energy when you invite the devil. I don't need to listen to your resurrection magic, and I will definitely exchange the lives of many people."

"Is that true?" Xining's sarcasm became stronger, and she slowly spit out word by word: "Demon King Nikola Shameganis."

It’s not about strengthening the tone, but the name is too long. Mo Ming gave it one word at a time, and she read it one word at a time.

The names of the Demon King are so long and so difficult to read. It seems that if they don’t grow, they can’t show how awesome they are. Just like the protagonist, they all have super long names, and it’s not worth their lives to die. Let’s call him Nicholas.

When Brad heard the word "Devil King", he jumped up, widened his eyes and pointed at him: "What, is he the Devil King?"

There is no need for such a strong reaction, to set off the atmosphere?

Nicholas raised his eyebrows slightly: "So amazing, you can tell who I am at a glance. I thought my name had been forgotten long ago!"

Brad raised his red cloak and pointed at him with a domineering finger, announcing a major event: "Devil, I want to seal you!"

But such a cool move was quickly interrupted by his own "ouch" and pushed it aside in a mess.

"You can't beat him at all, get out of the way!" Xining pushed Brad, who was blocking his sight, to the side. Now he could be facing Nicholas!
Chapter completed!