The milk group of the five big guys spit milk

"Here it is!"

The mage was crooked, with an expression of dying, but looked at the person with a smile.

"I heard that your plan...failed!"

Leaning on crutches, the extremely difficult man walked with every step. He spoke in a low voice, his face like dry bark was full of anger, and he was the owner of Patriarch Del.

He is not only angry, but also mocking.

After all, the sorcerer clearly looked down on his method before, but obviously, the sorcerer himself made a move, and it still failed in the end!
It's just half a catty!
But the mage couldn't see any emotion at all, and nodded upon hearing the words.

"You're right, it did fail!"

Patriarch Del: "..."

He stared straight at the mage's broken body, which was about to die, and was unable to speak for a while.

Obviously he came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but at this moment, he was actually a little worried.

"How many times have you vomited blood today? Mage, are you about to lose your hold?"

"Patriarch Lao is worried, he can last for a while!"

The mage replied calmly.

Hearing this, Patriarch Del swung his cane a few times, looked at the small hut in front of him in a gloomy manner, and said coldly: "I hope so!"

But his gaze was secretly glanced at the two people behind him.

Those were the people he saw from the entrance of the forest. One was the young master who was raised by the mage as his own son, and the other was the young master's personal housekeeper. before.

Del has no desire to speak for the time being, and his eyes shifted slightly.

"You deal with your own business first, and we'll talk about it later!"

"it is good!"

The mage nodded, with gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you, Master Del, for your understanding!"

Del snorted coldly, and also chose a seat to sit on. After all, he was old, and he had already walked from the villa to this strange forest along the rugged road, which had already made him breathless. what experience.

The mage looked at the two of them slowly, his voice was dry and itchy.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, he half-closed his eyes, and the drowsy man did not move, but the housekeeper who was supporting him slammed hard on the ground.

"Bang!", the voice muffled.

One could imagine how fierce her actions were.

"Mage, please save our young master!"

She prostrated herself on the ground, weeping slightly.

But the mage asked casually, even lazily: "He gave up the treatment at the beginning, Brandy, he wanted to die himself, and I couldn't save him!"

The housekeeper named Brandy suddenly raised her head, revealing a pair of amber eyes.

It's just that her eyes are full of longing and confusion.

She shook her head in panic and repeated again and again: "No, no... Mage, the young master is only missing half of an arm. How could he have a high fever? Only you can save him. I beg Mage, save him!" Save our young master, isn't he your most beloved child? Do you want to watch him die!"

As she spoke, she kowtowed.

It seems that this can make people agree.

But in fact, the mage's heart is harder than iron, and he turned a blind eye to her panic, and even refused to save her son who had been loved for many years.

Because he touched his finger lightly, and said coldly: "Useless waste, it will be the cleanest when it dies naturally!"

Brandy's eyes widened in horror, and he stared blankly at the mage's face, with such a strong expression that he was about to cry.

"Master, you can't do this, save the young master..."

She still wanted to kowtow, but the next moment, the young master lost half of her arm, had a high fever and was having difficulty breathing, and limply grabbed the woman's arm, and paused every word, but the words were clear.

"Don't ask him! Let's go back!"

"But……"

"go back!"

The young master's tone was so resolute, revealing the strength of his determination.

He would rather die than...

He raised his eyelids, looked at the silent oath on the seat, and pulled out a mocking arc from the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, you die with me, that's the best ending!"

Brandy gritted her teeth tightly, helped the man up vigorously, turned around and carried him on his back.

"Master, Patriarch Del, sorry!"

She was about to leave behind the man's back.

The young master turned his head slightly to look at the mage, wondering if it was caused by a strong sense of revenge, he suddenly looked at Patriarch Del: "Mr. Del, let me tell you a secret...my master, Master Mage...he vomits again. Twice the blood, but the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up!"

"What did you say?" Del was shocked.

But the young master patted Brandy on the back and walked straight away!
Although he has been raised by the mage, since he saw the handbook, he knew that the reason why the mage raised him was because his body fit the mage best.

Once the time comes for him, he will be taken away by the mage.

But why!

If he was malicious from the beginning, there is no need to be grateful for what the mage has done to him.

Therefore, he didn't want to become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered who didn't know anything, so he took advantage of this injury to deliberately pretend to be sick, and even lost half of his arm.

Sure enough, this imperfect body can no longer become the most perfect work in the eyes of the mage.

His life was saved!
Even if he died right away, he didn't feel uncomfortable, at least he seemed to be himself, didn't he?
However, after he left, the forest was eerily quiet.

Patriarch Del tightened his fingers and stared at the mage's face.

The mage was quiet, letting others look at him without showing any emotion, as if he was a porcelain doll.

Until Patriarch Del asked impatiently: "What he said is true? Are you really going to die? Then the transfer of our family...how do we do it? Do you have any other students..."

When the mage heard this, he was not angry at all, he just lowered his eyelids quietly and spoke lightly.

"If this incident fails, the Jiang family and the vassal Yuan will definitely be more vigilant. We will not be able to dispatch in a short time, and... that brat is right, I am about to die, ahem... If the Patriarch wants to change the family Good luck, then you have to wait for me to wake up!"

"What did you say? What do you mean by waiting for you to wake up?" Patriarch Del frowned, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

But the mage has closed his eyes slightly.

His hands, fingertips as pale as jade, slowly fell down.

It turned out to be... dead? ?

Patriarch Del was taken aback, and subconsciously probed the man's breath, until he confirmed that he was still breathing, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's better not to die!"

Now that the mage was asleep, he was about to leave.

But he was blocked by a man.

"Patriarch Del!"

Del frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The man turned a blind eye and took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Patriarch Del.

"This is what my master told Patriarch Del. While the master is in a coma, you must complete all the things written on the note. Then after five years, what you want to do will definitely succeed in one fell swoop!"

Del frowned... Wait another five years? ?