I was supposed to go to Douluo, but I came to the magic world

He climbed up from the bed with a look of reluctance. From the sound, it must be one of the little pigs he raised.

As soon as he went out, he saw Pipi Xi with a worried look on his face.

"Why are you so urgent? You knocked on my door so early in the morning." He asked impatiently.

As soon as she saw me walking out of the room, Pipixi said quickly: "Sir Li Rui, it's not good, the demons are coming."

When I heard this, I waved my hand disapprovingly, "Can't you guys be able to protect me?"

Pipixi also smiled awkwardly after hearing this, and immediately added: "This time is different. There are many demons coming this time, and we people may not be able to resist it. I came here to inform Mr. Li Rui, and take advantage of the opportunity. We haven’t invaded yet, so we’d better run away for our lives.”

After saying that, he also performed aristocratic etiquette and left quickly.

"Master, do we want to leave?" Zijin said calmly from behind.

"No, let's go take a look at the city wall first."

"But Master, it's very dangerous there." Seeing that I was going to the city wall, Zijin couldn't help but become anxious.

"Can't you protect me? Let's go."

"Yes, Master!"

As soon as I went out, I saw many civilians walking onto the street, but there was no expression on their faces, as if they were used to such things.

He quickly walked to the city wall, found a place to climb up to the city wall, and then saw a somewhat shocking scene.

There were densely packed monsters standing not far from the city wall. From the naked eye, there were at least thousands of them.

But fortunately, they are all low-level monsters, only the first to second level.

The leading one is stronger and has the appearance of a third-level perfection.

No wonder Pipixi and the others wanted to escape. With such a large number, the magician probably couldn't protect them.

But I'm not worried about this. I'm worried about where Pipixi and the others are now. After all, the piglets they raised ran away. It seems that they need to be killed in advance before others kill them.

But let’s settle the matter at hand first. I guess they won’t be able to escape. After all, they have all their belongings.

As those monsters continued to approach, Zijin also became alert.

Suddenly, several fireballs rose from the sky and flew towards the monster.

My eyes lit up when I saw this. This power is at least level three.

Immediately he looked in the direction of the spell, and saw an old man with long snow-white hair, holding a wooden magic wand. It looked like he had made it himself, because it was very rough.

Ah, yes, that’s grandpa.

It's not a young lady. Although I knew it was an old man early on, I still felt disappointed after seeing it.

You said it would be great if it was a young lady with long snow-white hair, but I have actually seen this before. In that lake, the person taking a bath was a young lady with white hair.

Ahem, cough, no more.

The fireball quickly hit the monsters. The leader roared when he saw this, and the monsters immediately gathered.

The result was obvious. A large monster was burned by the fireball and lay on the ground wailing.

I was also stunned for a moment as I watched, what is this demon doing?

I also took advantage of this time and walked up to the old man.

After looking carefully, I found a problem, a big, big problem.

This one seems to be a woman, don’t ask me how I found out.

I am a ninth-level Dzogchen. How could such a poor disguise hide it from me? Moreover, her disguise was too poor in my opinion.

Could it be that he was the one I saw in the lake that afternoon?I suddenly became excited when I thought of this. Is the beautiful white-haired girl coming?

When the "old man" saw someone approaching, he completely ignored them and just continued to release spells to attack the monsters below.

After a while, some sweat broke out on his forehead. It seemed that the magic power was somewhat insufficient.

The monsters below were also gradually approaching the city wall, all of them baring their teeth and claws, with excitement in their eyes.

"Zijin, go and kill those, it's affecting your mood a bit."

"Yes, young master." After saying that, he turned over and got off the city wall.

The "old man" saw this and said anxiously: "Why did this girl go down there? There are monsters down there."

"You don't have to worry about that at all. Zijin is a perfect fifth-level swordsman, but you don't have enough magic power now."

The "old man" was also shocked when he heard that, fifth level of perfection?How could that kind of existence appear here?Who is the boy in front of me?Although he had many questions, he still nodded and said: "I really don't have much magic left."

Hearing this, I nodded with satisfaction, and immediately took out a few bottles of magic potion from my arms, "This is a magic replenishing potion that can quickly restore your magic power."

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he immediately reached out to take it.

Of course I was very happy to hand it to the other party.

As for where the potion came from?Of course, it can be exchanged in the mall, but it is a bit expensive, costing one gold coin.

The "old man" held the potion in his hand and drank it without thinking.

Then he suddenly felt that his magic power was sufficient, and he looked at the demons in the distance with a smile.

As for Zijin?

When you open Wushuang below, it's really one sword at a time, and the monsters don't dare to step forward.

But Zijin doesn't care about this. Since the young master has said it, he just needs to do his best.

The "old man" also quickly recovered and once again acted as a fort, throwing magic at the demons one by one.

The magic power is not enough, so I am here to get the potion. Looking at the bottles of potion that I drink, I feel distressed in my heart.

All the points that I had finally accumulated were all used up by this guy.

Until the demons retreated, the guy drank more than a dozen bottles. This is outrageous, you know.

And he even looked like he hadn't drunk enough, looking eagerly at the last bottle of blue potion in my hand.

You must know that magicians can't drink this stuff all the time. Generally speaking, a third-level magician will be as strong as the sky after drinking ten bottles.

This guy is good. He drank more than a dozen bottles and nothing happened. But isn't it better that the other person is special?

I smiled and handed the last bottle of potion in my hand to the other party. The other party took it with a look of joy on his face and put it into the small bag behind his back.

As for me, naturally I started to count the number of bottles on the ground.

The "old man" was obviously confused and didn't know what I was doing counting those empty bottles.

"I drank a total of fifteen bottles, including the bottle in your backpack, which is sixteen bottles, and the total is sixteen gold coins. But considering your hard work in defending the city, I only need fifteen from you. What are you planning to do? How to pay?"

"Ugh?"

Some girlish voices pierced the sky.