In the empty office, the Holy Lord on the wall stares out the window with scarlet eyes, and there are also pairs of eyes peering from the shadows in the corners, which makes people feel chilling.
"Having been touched, someone is challenging the balance..."
A slightly worried voice sounded, adding a hint of horror to the empty office.
The blood in the distant sky flashed away, and the emotions in the Holy Lord's eyes gradually became complicated. He felt...the aura of the king.
The whisper disappeared near the statue and did not spread very far: "Variables...variables...I will...find you..."
"Hey, Holy Lord, you are awake. I found a trace of a talisman. At Anakda Falls, Lasu and the others have already set off." Valon opened the door and came in, saying in a pleasant tone.
The eyes peering into the world from the shadows suddenly disappeared, and the Holy Lord looked at Wa Long with complicated eyes: "A third party is involved in Wa Long."
"Who?" Wallon frowned and asked.
There are not many people who know the efficacy of the spell, and he only knows a little about it, but the more people participate, the greater the difficulty. If District 13 hadn't kept a close eye on it, he would have used large weapons to wipe out Chen Long's family.
The Holy Lord was silent. He only knew that there was a third party, and that third party was still a variable. He didn’t know anything about the rest. How could he answer?
After a long silence, the Holy Master said in a complicated tone: "Look for the Rat Talisman with all your strength. If you lose the rest, you will lose it. This talisman must not be lost. As long as the Rat Talisman arrives, I can give you one-tenth of the Golden Rooster King's treasure."
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Wallon's eyes lit up: "Are you serious?"
The Holy Lord did not speak, and his scarlet eyes dimmed. Without the tiger, his current body cannot contain more than two talismans.
But as long as he regains his true form, he has the confidence to remove all obstacles. This is the self-confidence of Yuan·Devil.
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Dad's Antique Shop.
"Chen Long, Chen Long? Where's Dad's coffee? Do you think Dad won't live long?"
Dad's old voice was full of fatigue, and it could be seen that he had not rested for a long time.
"Dad, Uncle Long is still translating at the university. Let's take a rest early. The coffee is gone, so let's make do with the milk." Xiaoyu yawned, walked into the library with a glass of milk, and gently placed it next to her father.
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"Oh, you...hey, Xiaoyu, aren't you tired, dad? Go to bed quickly." Dad paused, then touched Xiaoyu's head in a gentle tone.
Suddenly, Dad paused and looked up at the roof. What is this?
"Pay attention to rest."
Xiaoyu nodded and walked out of the door with a sleepy look on her face. She was very sleepy now and had no intention of thinking about anything else.
"The year of disaster..." Dad murmured, looking at books about evil spirits with tired eyes, and took a sip of milk.
Before he could continue to swim in the sea of books, a green glowing cauldron not far away flashed, and an octagonal charm engraved with a snake pattern loomed.
The father paused and quickly got up and walked outside. Comparing Luo Qing's two-month lifespan, it was obvious that the talisman was the most important thing and must not be lost entirely.
Outside the door, Xiaoyu, who was just about to go upstairs, paused. The sleepiness on her face gradually disappeared and she became energetic, oh~ a charm.
The bright stars at night are always magnificent. Luo Qing and Daolong, who had just returned to the cliff, paused. A snake pattern appeared on the tracker of the spell, and the direction pointed by the pointer was where the power of Source Demon lies.
"It seems there is no need to rest." Luo Qing took the tracker and looked at it, yawned and shrugged helplessly.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to go. We only need dogs and horses, and the rest is not important." Daolong thought for a while and said.
This is not because he is cowardly, but because he is troublesome. Now that he has the Cup of Life, the value of even dogs and horses has been greatly reduced in his eyes.
If Luo Qing hadn't insisted on doing this, he would have simply thrown away the chicken and cow charms he had obtained. After all, is it so difficult to choose between continuing to study magic and being bound to get into trouble?
"Teacher, if the talisman is missing, then the Holy Lord will definitely revive in this disaster year. It's okay if he fails, but he is the demon of fire. If something happens, can we still live here peacefully?
?" Luo Qing patiently persuaded him. He has become Daolong's apprentice. Who knows if something unexpected will happen?
It is better for demons to go to hell. It is always too troublesome to stay in the human world, especially the eight demons. The order that has not been completely restored is an example.
Daolon was a little reluctant. This was simply a waste of time. He held the cup of life, thought for a moment and took a sip of the water of life.
In an instant, his body shook, some of the fine wrinkles on his face were fading, and some of the lifeless energy was slowly leaving his body.
A terrifying power filled the cliff, and large swathes of bats squeaked and fled in panic, giving the castle a mysterious color at night.
Luo Qing raised his eyebrows at Daolong's changes and asked curiously: "I feel a little more energetic, but why hasn't there been much change?"
The lack of change in himself is a lack of vitality, but if he takes a big sip, he feels that he will directly become a baby.
And Daolon should become younger, at least middle-aged, right?
Daolong did not answer, but took another sip. The strong breath of life flowed through his body, and some of the fine lines at the corners of his eyes became lighter. He became extremely energetic, at least ten years younger.
Daolon stopped drinking the water of life. He closed his eyes and felt his own condition, with a happy smile on his face.
After a long time, Daolong explained happily: "I am now seventy years old, and I am one hundred and thirty years younger. That is enough."
Luo Qing raised his eyebrows and said seductively: "Master, take another sip, and then we will find you two girls. How about giving me a junior sister?"
The smile on Daolong's face froze, the hand holding the Cup of Life trembled a little, and a # appeared on his forehead: "You...say it again?"
Luo Qing smiled evilly and raised his eyebrows (???): "Doesn't this make Master look stronger and stronger?"
After saying this, he turned into water and rose into the sky.
"Haha, no kidding. If master doesn't want to go, just stay in the castle. I'll go get the charm, but master can really think about it. It's so fun for my little junior sister."
Luo Qing's laughter was still circulating on the cliff, but the man had completely disappeared in mid-air, leaving no chance for Daolong to beat him.
After a long time, Daolong's anger was calmed down. He stared at the sky with dangerous eyes, as if he was thinking about whether to catch Luo Qing and give him a beating. He was really... getting smaller and smaller. p>
Thinking about some things about Luo Qing, he suddenly chuckled: "Ha, you bastard."
Turning around, Daolong slowly walked back to the castle holding the cup of life. As for becoming younger...he had never thought about it.
The body of a seventy-year-old is just right, and he can concentrate on studying magic without any extra worldly desires. Otherwise, why would he be cautious when drinking the water of life? Is he afraid that the water bill will be expensive?