Just as Burris was about to retort, the Lord of Skeletons let go of the princess's shoulders and stretched out his hands to him happily: "Okay! My friend Burris Gershaw! Come on!"
"What 'come on'? Why do you seem to be looking forward to it?"
"Because I just look forward to it."
"My kisses are useless, they won't help you!"
The Lord of Skeletons maintained the posture of stretching out his hands: "It's not useless, it can make me feel happy."
"You... how can you be such a person?"
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," Lord Skeleton pointed to the coffin next to him, "I know this won't help me, I just want to help you. This is also part of our mutual benefit. My friend, I can see you I'm not satisfied with your current body, and your original body is already old, I'm afraid it can't even withstand the spell of transforming a lich... Do you want to regain your health?"
Boris was stunned: "You mean..."
"Come and kiss me, I can help you regain your health through this kiss." As he said that, the Maharaja walked to the side of the coffin, moved his fingers, and the lid of the coffin floated up by itself and fell to the side. During the process, I have to hold his... oh no, your hand." He knelt down, pinched the skin folds on the corpse's face, frowned, and then held the corpse's hand.
"Boris, come and kiss me."
Burris hesitated. Esther said beside her: "Teacher, don't you even sacrifice your soul when necessary? Why are you so stingy with a mere kiss?"
The Lord of Bones stretched out his other hand to Boris, motioning him to hurry over. The mage put down his staff, frowned and approached, and put his left hand on the maharaja's palm covered with hard scales. Maharaja violently pulled him over and hugged him into his arms.
Looking at this pale, ordinary, earless, and hairless face, the Maharaja shook his head: "To be honest, this is not the kind of you I want to kiss, so don't think too much about it, it's purely for casting spells."
"I...understand." Burris's heart was churning. Just now Estee said that she had never kissed a man before, but... neither had he! However, maybe kissing the Lord of Skeletons is not kissing a "person"? This made him feel a little relieved.
The skull-shaped face of the Skeleton Lord is covered with fine black scales, and the fangs in the form of beasts are completely exposed outside the lips. This face seems only suitable for eating human flesh and blood, not for kissing. What the majesty admired secretly was that Boris didn't show any panic when facing this ferocious face at close range, at most he was a little awkward.
Maybe because the necromancers have seen all kinds of strange things, this level of horror is nothing to them... The Lord of Skeletons was a little disappointed.
He held the hand of Burris' corpse with one hand, and hugged the waist of Burris' existing body with the other, and put his mouth close to the living Burris. Hard teeth met soft lips, pushing the powerful spell into Burris' mouth. The mage's body trembled a few times, and then, a black mist rose from under their feet, covering the two people who were kissing and the corpse in the coffin.
Estee quickly recited a spell and cast herself a spell that could see through the black mist of magic. She found that the nineteen-year-old bald body was slowly withering in the arms of the Maharaja, while the body of the tutor was sitting in the coffin. up.
Not only did he sit up, but he also twitched all over his body, scratched his hands, and coughed violently... His shriveled flesh and blood plumped up again, his skin changed from gray to a healthy color, the age spots on his face faded quickly, and lush growths even began to grow on his head. The hair... Finally, the Lord of Bones let go of the bald nineteen-year-old corpse that had turned into dry bones. He turned around and concentrated on looking at the person who sat up from the coffin.
Now leaning against the majesty's arms is a young man in his twenties. He has shoulder-length flaxen hair and a pair of greenish-gray, big and watery eyes. Because of the convulsions and cough just now, he The fair skin on the face is faintly blush...
Estee was so frightened that she couldn't believe that this was her old mentor who was over 80 years old!
When she met Burris in his illness, Burris was already in his seventies. There were no portraits in the tower, so she had never seen Burris in his youth. Time is like a dragon-slaying gun. Who would have thought that the old mage who wore dentures every day was such a handsome young man
The black mist gradually dissipated, and the Lord of Skeletons stretched out his hand to Estee: "Princess, is there a mirror?"
"Yes." Estee immediately handed over her small vanity mirror, she really wanted to see the tutor's expression when looking in the mirror.
The young Burris was still awake, his eyes were out of focus, and he leaned against the Maharaja's chest panting, with a dazed look on his face. When Maharaja handed the mirror to his eyes, he slowly opened his eyes wide, and his lips trembled for a long time before he shouted out with difficulty: "This is me!"
"Yes, it's you," Lord Skeleton helped him tidy up his messy hair, "You are what I saw back then, just like you are now."
Burris grabbed the mirror and said, "Aofa! I'm so lifelike!!"
The Lord of Bones said proudly: "You are alive. This is not an illusion, nor is it to awaken the dead. I let your body return to its youthful heyday, and then re-infused your current soul into it to be attuned to it. "
"Strange, I seem to be very weak..." Boris struggled a few times in the Maharaja's arms, his body was limp, and he couldn't sit without leaning on something.
The Maharaja said: "Because your soul and body have not yet fully synchronized. It will get better slowly. Before that, you have to be patient."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to Estee: "Okay, Your Royal Highness, now you come to kiss me, and we can go back."
Estee walked over and quickly kissed the Skeleton Monarch. Soon, the hall began to shake, numerous bones were smashed into powder, and the obsidian steps were broken into tiny pieces. The slowly moving walls of the Fog Tower turned into a whirlwind, enveloping the hall with bone and obsidian fragments.
Lord Skeleton stood up, took a deep breath, raised his chest and raised his head, and the dragon bone behind the throne also opened his mouth wide. The two looked up at the sky together and let out a deafening roar.
In the roar, all the bone powder gathered towards the dragon skeleton, filling its bone gaps and turning into its flesh... Soon, a gray giant dragon with complete flesh and blood appeared in front of the three of them. The dragon flicked its tail and jumped out of the hurricane. The hurricane stretched out several thin tentacles towards it, turning into a set of black bridles connected to the hall.
The giant dragon puffed up its wings and rushed to the sky with the main hall behind. At the moment when the floor was completely tilted, the Lord of Skeletons hugged Boris tightly with one hand, and grabbed Estee with the other. The mouth of the cave was exposed in the misty sky, and on the other side of the cave was the setting sun in the human world.
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When he awoke, Burris was lying on a couch in the tower lounge. It was broad daylight outside, and it seemed that he had been in a coma all night.
His robes were replaced by a long pajamas, a silk-lined cashmere nightcap was put on his head, and he was covered with a cloth sheet, a thin quilt, a blanket, a quilt, and a A duvet, a long cashmere blanket... Lying under the pile of quilts, he couldn't even turn over, and Burris suspected that this was what it was like to be buried alive.
It took him a lot of effort to struggle out, and sat on the sofa panting for a long time. Plush slippers were placed on the carpet, milk tea and soft cookies were prepared on the table, and the chore golem standing against the wall bowed to him: "Master, how are you resting? Your Royal Highness and your guests are here The reception room is waiting for you."
Burris nodded, stood up with the table, and walked to the mirror hanging on the wall. In fact, he has already touched his own face and knows what it looks like without taking a picture, but when he looks at his own image in the mirror, his heart still beats wildly.
OMG, the youthful face and body! The hair is thick, the skin is smooth, the teeth are complete, the joints are not painful, the eyes are not blurry, the curvature of the spine is normal, and there is no tingling and stretching feeling on the neck when turning the head from side to side... Oh, I have a 20-year-old body now. The memory and soul of eighty-four years old, and this is not an illusion, nor is it a magic trick to deceive death, he has really become completely younger!
Boris sighed in admiration. He really deserves to be the demigod Skeleton Lord. It is impossible for human beings to freely manipulate the body to live, age, sick and die... Humans may use spells to possess corpses, transform liches, etc., but the essence is just to make a fuss about corpses. Instead of really escaping the limit of life and death.
However, getting younger will also bring some additional small troubles... The organs and golems in the tower are not a problem, they can still recognize Burris, because they recognize his soul and unique arcane seal; If Reese leaves this tower, he may encounter various inconveniences.
Burris sat down, thinking while drinking milk tea. There are still many interviews and meetings waiting for him in the future. How should he explain the current situation at that time? Maybe it can be simply and crudely called illusion? But fellow mages will definitely notice something...
Just as he was thinking, the door of the lounge was pushed open with a bang. Burris frowned, under the impression that Estee would not be so rude. Walking in was a tall young man with ice-blue eyes and deep facial features. His face had the characteristics of blood from the southern countries. His slightly curly long black hair was tied back into a slightly blown bun. Little Ball, wearing a simple cotton shirt and trousers, stepped barefoot on the plush carpet, looking lazy.
After seeing Burris, the man suddenly opened his arms, his eyes sparkled, and he rushed forward with a roar of laughter.