Victor closed his eyes and opened them again, and the scene suddenly changed again.
What he saw was a beautiful young bric-a-brac very close at hand, it was so crisp and fresh. Illuminated by the morning sun, it is like a jade carving.
Victor thought with a dazed expression: He looks delicious...
Then he let out a stomach growl, which woke up the beautiful boy opposite him.
"What kind of eyes do you have?"
As soon as Little Talon opened his eyes, the cold air began to radiate. He stared at Victor for a while, and then fastened his clothes at the speed of light, and got out of bed with a swish.
"Relying on my favor, you are absolutely lawless." Little Antique said coldly, "If I don't feed you today, you should reflect on yourself."
Victor's stomach growled again.
Little Antique: "I won't feed you tomorrow either."
Victor: QAQ Wait! I can't control my stomach movements! ! ! I am wronged!
The two were silent for a while, and after ten seconds, Victor's stomach didn't growl, so both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Little Tyron put on his coat, buckled two wristbands, opened the door and left.
Victor noticed a bluebell on the table, and some bottles and jars and a couple of darts had been scattered in a haphazard manner. Little Tai Lun didn't look wary of him at all, and ran away first, letting him wander around in his bedroom.
The fifteen-year-old beautiful boy, Xiao Antique, is already a gold-medal assassin in Blue Bell Flower.
But he was a headache for the organization because he was not very obedient.
When he was relatively weak, he was very obedient, and he could learn whatever he was asked to learn; as he gradually grew up and had a greater effect on the organization, he began to constantly test the bottom line of his ability to mess around...
This temptation is typical for young demons. If little devils are captured and used as familiars of mages, they are likely to secretly play tricks, do bad things, steal food, and do all kinds of bad deeds, and then judge how important they are to the master and how much the master will tolerate.
After completing this kind of judgment, this little devil will start to do whatever he wants, run amok, and be lawless. What's more, you still can't control him! !
Little Antique is such a little devil.
He was cultivated by Blue Bell Flower with a lot of resources. He was the only one among the same batch of assassins back then, and he grew to the level of a gold medal in just over seven years. The longer it passed, the more reluctant the organization was to give up on him.
Because he is becoming stronger and stronger, and has even broken through the limits of most mortals. His bloodline determines his talent and upper limit, and his potential will be above any human being.
Bluebell was needing him more and more, and he was needing less and less organization.
Once, Little Tyron received a mission instruction and asked him to deal with a team of paladins.
The paladins of the Holy See have not been able to deal with the blue bell flower. This task was originally normal. Until Tyron discovered that this team of paladins was out investigating a human earl who was selling elf slaves.
"No." Little Antique said indifferently, "Or I'll kill the paladin after the earl dies. You choose."
His boss asked, "Give me a reason not to deal with you."
Tyronn said: "I am stronger than you. Strong is freedom. Freedom is the power to say 'no.'"
Bluebell is very angry, the earl is a very important sponsor of them. Selling elf slaves is very profitable, and the earl is very generous-no matter how important a gold medal assassin is, it is not as important as such a large share of capital.
They captured Victor.
Victor was stunned, and he didn't realize that he was "caught" at first. Basically, he regarded the blue bell flower as the "mother's home" of Little Antique... ahem, so he took the initiative to go there after receiving the letter.
Then he found out that Bluebell was threatening Xiao Antique with himself.
Victor: I'm so angry, smile.jpg
Mr. Victor Biubiu, the mage, fired magic and almost flattened a branch of Blue Bell Flower, and the assassins inside were scattered as birds and beasts.
In this regard, Little Tyron said: "It is worthy of being a human being raised by me."
Victor: "It's over, will the bluebells come after us?"
Little Tyron: "Just hide for a while. In two years, I will be stronger, and then they won't hunt down and kill me. They will come back and cry and beg me to go back."
Little Tyron not only failed to deal with the team of paladins, but also killed the earl who sold elf slaves.
This is another very long story. Anyway, when he came back, he had already had Triumph pinned to his waist, and there were two broken dragon teeth in his bag.
Victor: It's called Cen Ji! Quiet! Quiet! Hahahaha I want to see it born with my own eyes!
In order to create peace, the two entered the dwarf's underground empire from the east. They lived there for another half a year. At this time, Little Antique slowly grew into a beautiful young man, attracting bees and butterflies every day when he went out.
Dwarves and elves have always been at odds, and the aesthetic differences are almost two ends of the world. Until the dwarves met the beautiful young Tyrone.
…
With his own beauty, Tyron subverted the aesthetic views of countless dwarves, so that a princess of the dwarves pursued him all the way crying.
Xiao Antique's view of choosing a mate was forced to grow up at the speed of light under such circumstances. Sometimes it was too annoying to refuse, and he would turn his head and point to Victor and say, "Have you seen him?"
Dwarves: "???"
Little Talon: "The human being I raised since I was a child, a child bride."
Victor: (⊙v⊙) Okay, okay.
Victor pretended to be very similar, he was a well-behaved and obedient little quail, he was a mage, he could teach, he could make potions and scrolls, in short, he was ingenious and smart, which surpassed others.
The dwarf princess ran away with tears in her heart.
Dang Ye Xiao Antique packs up his things and takes Victor away.
Victor asked him: "Is your dragon tooth dagger not forged? We haven't found a suitable craftsman yet."
Tyron said: "The skill of the dwarves is not suitable for small things. I will go to the Elven Empire to see."
Once entering the elf empire, the little devil disguised himself as a beautiful young elf in an instant.
The melancholy prince's demeanor was simply the same as that of his half-elf mommy. Anyone who saw it would be heartbroken, and even a man who had worked hard to make steel had to rub his fingers in front of him.
Even when he was the most helpless at the age of five, he had never been so depressed. Victor's fatherly love suddenly exploded, and he felt that he was so kind that he was about to go to heaven.
However, in the dead of night, the melancholy and beautiful young man would suddenly turn his face: "Oh, stupid mortals."
Victor was terrified every time: "..."
In short, they began to look for craftsmen who could make dragon tooth daggers in the elf empire.
The search did find it, but the craftsman had a daughter of the right age.
Um.
After she saw Tai Lun, there was no future.
Tai Lun pointed at Victor, and said concisely and familiarly: "This, my child bride."
Ah, another innocent teenage girl with a broken heart, may time heal your wounds.
Going back at night, Tyron plans to go further south to find the ancient empire in the desert.
Victor said: "Actually, I took a look at the methods of dwarves and elves. You see, if we build a dwarf-style blast furnace, and then use the elves' stacking method..."
Tyron: "..."
Victor drew the blueprint of the workshop in one night, calculated the final result, and drew a schematic diagram of the final product. He had seen Cen Ji before, so the painting was so vivid and beautiful, it couldn't be more in line with Xiao Antique's wishes.
Little Antique looked at Cen Ji's blueprint again and again, couldn't put it down, and said: "Okay, I approve of your work. Since you want to be a child bride so much, it's not impossible."
Victor: "…"
broken.
Victor hadn't planned what would happen in the dream.
Looking at his reaction, Little Antique gradually turned dark, and walked over the wall after a while.
The next day, Xiao Antique made a "girlfriend" and brought it back for Victor to see.
Victor flipped the table angrily: I will not have this dream! ! ! Don't do it! !
Then he calmed down and took a closer look, and found that the "girlfriend" was actually a prostitute hired by Old Antique to act in a play.
Victor: "…"
Tyron: "..."
The two sat opposite each other, silently looking at each other.
"Girlfriend" served tea and water to Tai Lun, and sneered at Victor.
Half an hour later, the two remained motionless, their eyes intertwined.
"Girlfriend" was exhausted, panting heavily, and continued to mock Victor.
"Snapped!"
Little Antique couldn't bear it anymore, dropped his cup, and said, "Is it your turn to teach the humans I raised?"
"..."
"Girlfriend" said: "You are young couples quarreling, why didn't you say it earlier!! You have to spend money to find my old lady to be fun!!! Who cares about you two stinky money! A stinky man won't coax you because he is handsome Is your daughter-in-law already? Hmph! When your daughter-in-law runs away, you can cry yourself!!" After saying that, he slammed the door and left.
Victor: "…"
Tyron: "..."
Victor finished making two dragon tooth daggers and gave them to Xiao Antique. Xiao Antique accepted one without saying a word and named it Cen Ji, and returned the other small one to Victor for self-defense.
According to the customs of this world, they are already engaged.
But Xiao Antique never mentioned this again, they continued to live as teachers and friends, and traveled all over the mainland map in the next few years.
Tyron is getting stronger and stronger, and getting closer to Victor's old antique.
Maybe because he hasn't had the experience of Seraphim yet, so his taciturnity is not so cold, and sometimes he has a little playfulness of a young man.
He put a bluebell flower on the bedside of the human emperor, which frightened the entire empire, and at the same time scared the bluebell flower to come and renegotiate the contract with him—this time it was not a prostitution contract.
He gradually became invincible in the world, and the world dared not even mention his name.
Victor's dream turned again.
He seems to have transformed himself into a half-undead creature in order to accompany the longer-lived little antique.
"It's great to be a mage, otherwise I would die again, and Xiao Antique would be so uncomfortable." Victor thought.
In the blink of an eye, the little antique who wobbles when he walks, the little antique who feels distressed when he buries a cat, and the little antique who is full of mischief all over the world, becomes an old antique with gray hair.
In his later years, Tai Lun lived on a snow-capped mountain, and the mountain was closed by heavy snow all year round, preventing others from searching for him.
Victor used magic to create a hot spring and a garden with constant temperature. He wished he could dig a spring out of the middle of the snow mountain for him.
Old Antique is slowly getting old, his saffron curly hair has become a dark tone when he was a child, his beautiful light golden elf eyes are now more like dark golden longan, only his hands are always stable and strong.
He's starting to walk a bit unsteadily again, preferring to sink into the sofa where Victor sits and meditate—in a posture that Victor is very familiar with.
Victor had always thought that it was Tai Lun's rare playfulness, but now he suddenly realized: this is old age.
Old Antique lay there like this, and said: "I heard that after the demon dies on the main material plane, he will be reborn as a bug egg in the abyss. There is also a certain possibility of mixed blood."
Victor hugged him tenderly, like the little Tyron who said he was very sad when he was a child, covered him with a blanket, and said to him: "Wait for me a while, I promise we will be in a better place We met again."
Old Antique said again: "Don't make noise, let me think about how to raise human beings in the abyss."
Victor waited and waited, but Old Antique didn't speak anymore.