I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

Chapter 29: iris

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Lin Jie looked up.

Only then did I realize that there seemed to be some golden rays of light in the canopy that covered the sky and the sun.

It was just that the falling snow and the beautiful irises on the ground grabbed the attraction.

And the dense foliage covered them well.

Therefore, Lin Jie didn't notice at all that the tree was bearing fruit.

Silver gives four options.

Trees, fruits, flowers, and nectar.

Lin Jie thought for a while, and first excluded the tree.

He couldn't have taken the tree directly, and the tree seemed to him... well, completely useless.

Second, exclude flowers in the same way.

Apart from being able to decorate, it doesn't seem to have any effect, and he just picked a flower and pinned it to Baiyin's ear not long ago.

Now let the other party send the flowers back, it always feels weird.

All that's left is the fruit and nectar.

Lin Jie thought for a while, looked at the golden fruit faintly glittering on the tree, and said, "Can you eat it directly?"

He really has no interest in nectar, so he might as well taste the fruit that grows in his dream in his dream.

This is also a very unique experience.

Bai Yin smiled: "Of course."

"Clap."

As soon as she finished speaking, the golden fruit like a small apple fell by itself.

Lin Jie stretched out his hand just to catch it, turned it around and looked at it.

This little golden apple is surprisingly delicate, and every arc gives a feeling of perfect proportions, just like it is drawn.

It appeared again, this kind of structure only found in dreams.

But no matter what it was before, it's going to enter Lin Jie's stomach now.

"Crack clap."

Lin Jie nibbled the apple clean in two or three mouthfuls.

It doesn't feel very different from a normal apple, crunchy and sweet, full of sugar and moisture, and it doesn't even have a core.

It seems that the taste in the dream also refers to reality.

Expecting some unusual taste experience is wishful thinking.

At this time, Lin Jie suddenly felt that his consciousness was slightly blurred, and he felt that he might be about to wake up.

"So soon..."

The time felt in the dream is definitely different from the reality.

Many times I feel that a lot of things have happened in my dreams, a series of transitions, and I can even write a novel of tens of thousands of words.

But you might actually wake up and find you've only slept for five minutes.

And sometimes, it feels like it's only been a while in the dream, and the night has already passed.

Although Lin Jie felt extremely regretful, he couldn't control when he went to sleep and when he woke up.

"I have to go now."

Lin Jie said to Bai Yin, then stood up and extended his hand.

The latter held his hand, smiled and hugged him gently, a soft and magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

"Hopefully, when the next night comes, we can still meet in a dream."

Youai, a panic-level dark wizard.

Disciple of "The Faceless Man with Black Scales" Wilde.

The entire dark wizarding world knows that the destruction-level dark wizard Wilde once had two disciples.

The reason why it was Zeng was because of these two disciples, one had already died, and the other had chosen to betray.

The one who died was called Charles.

And the living one is called Youai.

Today's "Flame Envoy" Youai is the partner of the white wolf leader Harris, and a core member of the black wizard organization "Red Sect".

"This time, choosing Harris may be a wrong move, but choosing someone else is hopelessly wrong."

Youai held an umbrella, wore an old suit, lit a cigarette, but did not smoke.

He looks very young, even at a glance at most twenty, with short flaxen hair and a thin, pointed face, freckles all over the bridge of his nose, and black tattoos on the side of his face.

His arm was also bandaged, and the entire arm, including the palm, was tightly bound.

This is the consequence of being attacked by Ji Zhixu together with Harris.

As a hunter, Harris has the power of filthy blood to regenerate at a high speed, and can even tear off one of his own arms without changing his face.

But as a dark wizard, Youai's physique is basically no different from that of a normal person.

There is no way to take damage, and there is no way to heal.

What's more, relying on incantation is not enough to cure this kind of injury quickly. The best treatment effect is the Church of the Dome.

But in the past three years, the Dome Church in the Nuojin area has announced that it will not provide treatment for dark wizards.

The reason is not a matter of position.

The Dome Church is responsible for healing, not teaching you how to behave.

But the dark wizards, especially the large number of low-level dark wizards at the bottom... generally have no money.

"Ji Zhixu, including the old... Wilde, seems to have something to do with the owner of the bookstore on the 23rd Street, as if their fate has been rewritten here."

Yuai muttered to herself.

Wilde was injured multiple times, he knew it very well.

And with his teacher's arrogance, even if he didn't die in the end, he probably wouldn't appear again.

But who knows, Wilde actually appeared, and it seems to have become stronger.

"Hopefully it's just an intelligence error."

Youai turned his head and looked at the middle-aged dark wizard John next to him: "Do you remember your mission?"

"remember."

The dark wizard lowered his head and said in a low voice: "To investigate the situation of the bookstore and the owner of the bookstore, we only need the level and appearance of the other party, and the general layout and location of the bookstore."

Youai said, "Go, you will bring me good news, won't you?"

John's figure disappeared in an instant, turning into a shadow that melted into the darkness.

Shadowcraft!

This is John's best technique and the best way to inquire about intelligence.

He shuttled through the shadows of the buildings at great speed, and night was his best disguise.

23rd Street.

412.

bookstore.

The coordinates are quickly reached.

John slowed down, looked around the bookstore carefully, and gradually became cautious.

But at the same time there are some doubts.

Here... There is clearly no ether fluctuation, if only from the perception, it is just a simple bookstore.

But the task that the superiors attach great importance to is definitely not simple.

He entered the door of the bookstore and walked around the first floor of the bookstore, and found nothing unusual, only bookshelves and books that were arranged neatly and tightly.

So he sneaked up to the second floor.

The layout upstairs is more unobstructed, and it is just an ordinary bookstore.

He probed all the places that should be probed, and in the end, only the bedroom of the bookstore was left.

There is the only place with signs of life, although the breath is still ordinary, it does not seem to be extraordinary.

In other words, the owner of the bookstore is sleeping here.

As John approached the bedroom door, he thought that maybe he could kill this guy by the way, and then went back to report, "Actually, the person you are worried about is just an ordinary person, and I have already killed him."

He laughed dumbly, then changed back to his original appearance and reached out to open the bedroom door.

The crack in the door slowly widened.

John's eyes froze for a moment.

Inside the door, countless bloodshots covered the entire room, and the squirming blood vessels and massive sarcoma appeared in a radial shape, spreading from the central bed to the surrounding, the bloody wall at the head of the bed, and to the bed surface, clumps of white irises grew. , emitting a faint glow.

Illuminated the face of a smiling young man who seemed to be dreaming on the bed.

Before John could react, those bloodshots were alerted, and instantly rushed towards him from the ground, densely packed.