"No—what do I want a ball for? We dragons are born to hate balls."
Jin Long snorted disdainfully, then turned his head proudly, obviously not buying the elf's account at all.
"Our Chinese Dragon Clan has known it for generations—the last meat ball recorded in history. After it was cut open, there was a little boy in a bellyband. He stepped on two burning wheels. He loved to smash the Dragon King Palace and stretch the dragon's tendons most of the time. We have passed down so many generations, and the purpose of survival is to cherish life and stay away from meatballs... "
"..."
Turning his head to glance at the blood-sucking ball of that cos Nezha, the elf who had lost his last hope finally gave up his reason completely. With tears in his eyes, he threw himself in front of the vampire, grabbed his shoulder and shook desperately.
"Quickly recite your potato chips and tell him to cure this ball quickly!!!"
"Alright, alright, Your Excellency the Apostle—your voice has turned into an actual exclamation mark."
Caught off guard by the sound waves attacking the eardrums, the extremely sensitive vampire couldn't help rubbing his ears, and took off the exclamation marks floating in midair one by one.
"Dear Your Excellency the Apostle, please forgive me for not being able to satisfy your request. He is a traitor of the blood race, and he has some personal grievances with me. Please forgive me that I cannot hand him over to anyone before I ask him about some things. —”
"Are you the legendary elf who sings out of tune?"
Before he could finish his refusal, a strange voice suddenly came.
Everyone looked up subconsciously, and saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes standing by the railing on the second floor, with a pair of expensive gold-rimmed glasses on his face. She has an elite temperament that is incompatible with other people, even her hair is combed meticulously.
"I've always heard that there's an elf in the An family who can't even sing well. Anyone who can survive his singing is an existence at the level of a great demon king."
"Nonsense! Potato Chips, he went to KTV with me so many times, hasn't he lived well until now!"
Feeling another severe blow to her heart, An Muxi angrily shot up. Proudly citing a strong counterexample, he was stuffed back into the sofa by a mixed-race husky, and incidentally received a sympathetic hug: "Your Excellency, who gave you the illusion that Dr. Shang is not The existence of the level of the Great Demon King?"
"he and I-"
The desperate elf was momentarily at a loss for words, blinked helplessly, looked around at the non-human creatures who nodded with deep emotion, and then sat back resentfully: "Well, the structure of his brain is probably the same as that of a normal person. There are a few differences...”
"We can discuss the matter of Dr. Shang later. I'm here to show you another way."
The man pushed his glasses, nodded gracefully, and looked down at the young elf below him condescendingly: "First of all, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Yan Maipian, and I am a celestial master. Work at the Cultural Bureau—Have you heard of Chinese spells?"
"Chinese spell..."
The elf blinked blankly, and subconsciously shook his head: "Is that—oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh]?"
"That is the six-character mantra of Buddhism. The correct pronunciation is 'Om, Ma, Ni, Ba, Mi, Hum'. It is currently classified in the Sanskrit system. The requirements for the use of Buddhist mantras are relatively strict. You must be vegetarian, bald and devout, and judging by the aroma of the braised chicken in your hand, I think you may not be able to meet this requirement."
Yan Maipian adjusted his glasses calmly, took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his suit pocket, folded it twice and held it between his fingers. With a light flick towards him, the talisman paper flew straight towards the elf.
"This is an offensive spell. You can memorize it according to the content above, and you can try the effect several times in a place where no one is around. According to your ability and talent, when you are not limited by your singing ability, you should be able to To a considerable extent, it exerts the effect of the spell."
"Five thunder generals, the train general, soaring to the ground, driving the thunder to the clouds, turning the sky..."
After reading the first half of the sentence with difficulty, the elf, who had never passed 90% in the Chinese test, hugged his head in pain, and fell back on the sofa weakly: "It is because of these terrible ancient Chinese that I firmly chose science. of… "
"If you can successfully pass the third level of vocal music, even if you don't choose anything, your family will still be proud of you-I'm just giving you a new direction. As for whether you want to try it or not, it's up to you Decided."
The elite celestial master responded calmly. She bowed her hands calmly at him, and without waiting for his response, she turned around and walked back to her room.
"It's so cool... I've decided, I want to learn Chinese spells too, and I want to become a teacher!"
Suddenly inspired with infinite motivation, An Muxi clutched his chest violently, and many small golden stars burst out from his eyes.
The two little dragons jumped up into the air with a cheer, chasing the little stars, and were about to pounce on them and swallow them in one gulp, when they were hugged back by the fire dragon: "No, no, no more random eating—in case you The two were also affected out of tune, and the future Longyin will not be standard... "
"What's the point of running a tune-up, it's almost vulnerable in front of me - I have found a new way out, I want to become the king of rap in the elf world!"
It seems that I have seen myself learn Chinese spells, and successfully subdue demons and kill all directions. The elf laughed three times triumphantly, put the talisman paper into his pocket, and bowed his hands towards the various races in the hall in a dignified manner: "Everyone, wait for the good news of my victory!" !"
"That's really—what the hell..."
Staring dumbfoundedly at the yogurt elf who was laughing up to the sky and going out, He Jialun couldn't help but shook his head resentfully, sat down on the sofa, and poked the whimpering blood-sucking ball twice: "Master Yan brainwashed you!" The level is getting better and better... You said that if an elf shouted 'quickly like a law' during the group arena, what effect would it have?"
"It must have been an amazing scene - we just had to ask God for forgiveness on his behalf."
The vampire sighed worrying about the country and the people, and solemnly drew the sign of the cross on his chest.
Watching his movements in astonishment, the werewolf blinked incredulously, and shook his hand in front of him: "Maybe I misremembered... But aren't you a race abandoned by God?"
"That's right, so I just prayed casually, and God probably won't hear it anyway."
Wei Long nodded calmly, and answered confidently, then picked up the remaining few takeaways and walked towards the stairs: "I'm going to deliver meals to Dr. Shang—please look after this ball for me, I have some questions to ask later. Ask him yourself."
"Zhanhu—that's my duck blood powder soup!"
As a noble young master of a blood clan gangster, he was cursed to lose all his teeth when he disagreed with each other, and he swelled into a ball because he accidentally bit a mixed blood succubus. After being ignored for so long, and watching his duck blood vermicelli soup being stolen, Wang Laoji's anger finally broke out completely. After roaring inarticulately, he jumped off the sofa and flicked in Wei Long's direction.
"How about it, do you want to have another bite?"
The thunderous castration stopped abruptly after seeing the person in front of him clearly, the blood-sucking ball spun around twice out of thin air, and then plunged into the sofa at a faster speed than when it came: "Damn human beings—quickly! Go! Stay away from me, don't touch me!"
Successfully challenged the dignity of food again, the human doctor held on to the handrail of the stairs to stand firm, put on a piece of clothing and stood in front of the vampire, nodded in awe: "I know that allergies may cause edema, but I didn't expect — vampires would be so bloated so refreshingly…”
The blood in Wei Long's eyes gradually receded, looking at the human doctor who finally realized his bold idea, there was a helpless smile in his eyes. The arm protecting him was retracted without a trace, and he wrapped his arms around the doctor's back and helped him walk down the stairs slowly.
"Honey, why did you come out all of a sudden—what's the matter?"
"I drank too much water, so I went out to the bathroom. Hearing Mu Xi's frenzied laughter, I watched the situation a little bit - I have never met that Mr. Yan, he looks very prestigious, and he often lives in the here?"
Although I felt that there was nothing serious about it, I just got out of bed and walked to the stairs, and the familiar dizziness came up again. Shang Haojia didn't try to be brave any more, and being half-supported and half-carried down the stairs by the vampire, he couldn't help asking curiously.
"In fact, he is actually the Special Agent Commissioner sent by the special agency to secretly supervise me. It's just that he has always been obsessed with studying the theory of spells, so he revealed his identity to me early and has been continuing his research work here."
Help the human to sit down on the sofa. Wei Long thoughtfully poured him a cup of tea, and then opened and arranged the braised chicken and rice that he had been thinking about for him: "Actually, you are not completely unrelated—I asked him to help make the pie that was used to entertain you before."
"Yeah, I remembered—that pie tasted pretty good."
When it comes to food, the memory becomes clearer immediately. Shang Haojia nodded, opened his chopsticks and picked up a piece of potato, then smiled and knocked on the humming blood-sucking ball: "It's almost enough. Allergic edema will disappear by itself in a short time, you won't Because of this thing, I was hit crazy..."
"You guys are using traps, it's too foolish!"
The blood-sucking ball flicked twice angrily, obviously not listening to a word. He just firmly regarded the coincidental appearance of the mixed-blood succubus as the opponent's premeditation, and looked around this group of scheming square forces with righteous indignation: "I'm so angry—know me!"