"Let me see your wound." An Fei said anxiously.
"It's okay." Dai Ruisi spread her hands: "My skin was scratched before, and it always took a few days to heal. It was strange that time, and the scar disappeared at night."
An Fei looked at Dai Ruisi's hands. Sure enough, Dai Ruisi's hands were very smooth, exuding the girl's unique gloss, without any traces at all.
"Is there any way?" Mioric asked.
The middle-aged man nodded, took out a bottle of light cyan potion from the space ring, and handed it to Mioric: "It may be a little painful at first, but it will be fine after a while. Let her stay with the unicorn more." Together, it will be very good for her. If it’s not enough, go and find me some ingredients, and I’ll leave a few more bottles when I leave.”
Mioric took the potion and smiled: "I don't think I need to say thank you to you."
"Tell me, I like to hear it." The middle-aged man raised his head.
"There's really nothing I can do against you." Mioric said helplessly.
Dairis still didn't understand what happened and listened blankly, not knowing that Mioric was talking about her. Hagen was the most knowledgeable person. He pushed Zubin away and shouted, "Are you an alchemist?"
"wrong."
"Then how could you..."
"I am a great alchemist, not an alchemist, and I am first and foremost a magician."
Hagen was speechless and couldn't say a word. He had never seen such a person before. He asked about his occupation, but the other person answered with a title. That guy either likes to fool people or he likes to talk nonsense!
"Are you an alchemist?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I...yes." Hagen replied depressedly. He also wanted to take revenge on the other party, but unfortunately he was a genuine alchemist.
"Then I don't have to stay here to kill time. I'll give you the formula and you can make the potion yourself."
"Thank you." Hagen suddenly straightened his expression and bowed down respectfully. An alchemist is different from other professions. Learning one more formula gives you more strength. For Hagen, what he accepts is not a formula. But favor.
The middle-aged man smiled and took out a magic scroll. After wiping it casually, the magic wave on the scroll suddenly disappeared. Then one after another mysterious runes appeared in the air and were printed on the magic scroll one after another. Finally, he handed the scroll to Mioric.
Hagen stared at all this with his mouth open. It was not easy to make a magic scroll, and it was even more difficult to erase the magic mark on the scroll. But the middle-aged man did it easily, and the time it took was so short that it was unbelievable. What does this mean? Just like the scene when Susanna saw Miocic going all out, Hagen's eyes were also shining with desire.
"Are you okay? Then I should go to Violet City." The middle-aged man stretched out.
"What are you doing in the Violet City?" Mioric asked.
"The Marquis of Zuose from the Violet City invited me to come over. It just so happens that I have nothing to do, so I went over to take a walk and relax."
"Marquis Zuose?" Mioric's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "What a person who doesn't know whether to live or die!"
"Huh? By the way, by the way, Marquis Djoser said in his letter that his safety is now under serious threat. Could it be that...he has offended you?"
"Humph!" Mioric said coldly: "He wants to find you to deal with me!"
"Ha... then he has found the wrong person. How could I do such a stupid thing?" The middle-aged man put his hand on Miocic's shoulder affectionately: "Let's do this, I will be your internal response , I eat his food, drink his food, and use his land every day. I just don’t help him, and I leak his information to you, and finally piss him off to death.”
An Fei couldn't laugh or cry. When he first saw the middle-aged man, he felt wary. Later, he wanted to buy a little unicorn, which made him feel disgusted. But from the other person's conversation, An Fei felt that He is a person who is cynical and somewhat naive at heart. "People should not be judged by their appearance. This sentence is so reasonable." The middle-aged man first generously taught Hagen the formula, and now he sided with Mioric without hesitation, which made An Fei feel good about him.
"Aren't you afraid that Marquis Zuose will kill you?"
"He? He doesn't have the guts yet. Even if he knows that I am your spy, he still has to provide me with good food and drink." The middle-aged man smiled, and then turned his eyes to Hagen: "Boy, be good. Work hard, alchemy is very promising, let alone the Marquis of Djoser, who is this? This is the famous Mioric! Aren't you respectful to me now?"
Mioric's eyes turned to the ceiling, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Yes, thank you for your teaching." Hagen nodded heavily.
At this time, low voices came from the room behind An Fei. It was Niya and Susanna who were about to walk out. Niya's temper should not be underestimated. It took Susanna so long to persuade her.
"Do you know why I have tolerated you for so long?" Mioric said suddenly.
"Why?"
"To watch a good show."
"What's the show? Let me see it too." The middle-aged man looked around curiously.
"You'll see it right away." Miocic's eyebrows became curved and his eyes also became curved, obviously holding back a smile.
As soon as Mioric finished speaking, Susanna had already walked out of the room. When she saw the middle-aged man, she subconsciously put her hand on the hilt of the sword. There was nothing she could do about it. Although the middle-aged man looked ordinary, he had that eerie look. The feeling is just too strong.
The next moment, Niya appeared at the door, and the middle-aged man's eyes met. The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned blood red, and he blocked his face with his right hand. With a flick of his left hand, a fierce magic burst out. Fluctuations came, and then the sudden thick smoke covered his and Miocic's figures inside, but Miocic let out uncontrollable laughter in the smoke.
The smoke quickly dissipated, and the middle-aged man was nowhere to be found. Mioric's laughter has stopped, his expression has become very strange, and his hands are still clenched into fists, as if he is barely controlling something.
"Uncle Mioric, the person just now...is that him?" Niya's face also turned a little red.
"Yes." Mioric replied gruffly, turned and walked down.
Although An Fei didn't know what happened in the smoke, he could tell that the middle-aged man must have taken revenge before leaving, and Miocic was unprepared and suffered a small loss. In order not to lose face in front of the younger generation, I left in a hurry.
"An Fei. What should we do?" Susanna said softly. She had been coaxing Niya in the room just now. I have no idea what's going on outside.
"Suzanne, it's solved." Chris Ding smiled.
"Is it solved?" Susanna looked very surprised. Just now An Fei shouted out to everyone in a hurry, and it was solved in the blink of an eye
"Well, Susanna, look at Sharil." An Fei smiled and handed Sharil over.
Little Shariel had already fallen into a deep sleep, and all the tossing just now did not wake her up. And her expression became very natural, and Susanna breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh my God..." Hagen suddenly jumped to the top: "My formula, my formula! Mioric, wait for me!" Hagen shouted loudly enough to make all the knights stare angrily, while speaking like He rushed downstairs like his butt was on fire.
Such a miserable cry did not wake up Sharil. She murmured softly, but she fell asleep even more soundly.
"How did Sharil get better all of a sudden?" Susanna had a look of joy on her face and gently stroked Sharil's hair with her hand.
"It's all thanks to the little guy." An Fei said with a smile.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on the little guy. They heard very clearly just now that unicorns have the instinct to purify, and there is definitely no harm in having more contact with the little guy.
"Baby. Come here." Niya squatted down and greeted the little guy affectionately. No matter what An Fei's name is, she insists on calling the little guy 'baby', and occasionally uses An Fei's name in conjunction with it.
Something unexpected happened to Niya. The little guy just looked at her sideways, and then moved from An Fei's left to the right, avoiding her from a distance.
Precisely because the wisdom of Warcraft is limited, their memory of one thing will not disappear quickly. In other words, they hold grudges. In the little guy's opinion, An Fei was defeated just now. It should be on the same front as An Fei, so how could it possibly go to fight with Niya
"Baby, come here, come here!" Niya shouted several times without realizing it, and she became angry again: "You little guy, are you going to come over here?"
The little guy flicked his tail and snorted in response to Niya's provocation.
"Okay, okay! An Fei came to bully me, and you dare to bully me too!" Niya was so angry that she had completely forgotten how much effort she had put in to fight for the custody and care of the little guy.
Everyone looked at each other in surprise, An Fei bullied Niya? How was he bullied? Why is Susanna still acting like nothing is wrong
"Niya, do you know that person just now?" An Fei saw that Niya was in a wrong mood and hurriedly changed the subject.
"Ah... I don't know you!" Niya was stunned and replied firmly.
"That person was scared away when he saw you just now. How could he not recognize you?" Bravi asked.
"Hate it, I don't know you just because I don't know you! You are all bullying me!" Niya stood up, waved her hands, and rushed to her room again.
(This chapter is for this month. It seems that there are two chapters in total. There are still 24 days left... There is no Internet now and I can’t find the information. It’s so depressing. Maybe it’s because Chinese characters are too broad and profound. Maybe it’s because Because I was too playful when I was in school, I always come across idioms that I know what they mean, but I can’t type them out. If I can’t look them up, I have to find a way to use other languages to replace them. The most depressing thing is that I can’t find anything about magic. I can’t read other people’s books to make up for my shortcomings by reading a lot of information. And it’s also a problem. Sometimes I finish coding in the middle of the night and can’t find it. My brother’s studio has been working with another person since I was playing Zhengtu. After the feud between the two families, even though they no longer play Zhengtu, the two sides are still at odds with each other. Those Trojan viruses in the computer are like a torrential river and are out of control... That studio is not much better. My brother can be in the Trojan horse I don't dare to stay calm on the rampant machine. It has been almost half a month and I have never dared to open my QQ. I am also nervous about uploading there. The first time I even forced him to rebuild a machine for me. I found that there are too many experts in China. My brother formed a partnership with an expert from Tsinghua University. He told me what games he wanted to focus on. After a month, at most, the cheats were sent over there. , I usually go to the expert to ask for artillery support when I suffer a loss, and there are people behind the expert. It is a group organization... Of course, the cost is also ridiculously high. If I could be ten years younger, I would definitely study computer application technology. Facts have proved that knowledge is power and money.