Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

After looking through the information all afternoon, Bai Mo raised his eyes and looked out the window, feeling a little sleepy for no reason, and said to Leng Qing beside him:

"I'll take a nap."

After finishing speaking, he lay down on a pair of thighs wrapped in black knee-length stockings under Leng Qing's indifferent gaze. The fragrant aroma spread into his nose, and within two seconds, he fell asleep.

Leng Qing looked away and turned to Ding Yumian, who was sorting the books.

"Take him to the room. The cleanup operation of the ancient capital Black Church has reached a critical juncture. I need to go out later."

"Be careful." Ding Yumian nodded, stood up and took Bai Mo into the room like a princess.

And she was lying on the side, practicing silently. Time passed little by little, and the sound of the whole city became quieter. The people beside her moved, turned over, and then turned back again.

Ding Yumian finished practicing, opened his eyes, and looked at him quietly.

The man's brows moved, a low growl came from his empty abdomen, and then he opened his eyes.

However, there was something different about these eyes. They were neither indifferent and lifeless when he was suffering from side effects, nor were they clear and gentle at ordinary times.

He is lazy, a little indifferent, clear, but still a little careless.

After a second of confusion, the man quietly shrank back, trying to calm himself down, then looked around the surroundings, and finally his eyes fell on Ding Yumian, who was standing side by side with him.

His eyes lit up slightly, his careless expression condensed, and he asked in a hesitant voice,

"Who are you? Where are you? Why am I here?"

"Ding Yumian, my girlfriend, this is a villa in the ancient capital. You live here."

After seeing the different eyes and feeling the different fluctuations in his mind, Ding Yumian knew that this person had side symptoms.

Looks like amnesia.

The man frowned as soon as he spoke, as if he was wondering why his voice had changed. When he heard Ding Yumian's words, he frowned again, this time very much.

"Ding Yumian? Girlfriend?" Bai Mo muttered, then looked up at her and said as if talking to himself:

"Are you Ding Yumian, who is in the same class as me at Qingyuan Elementary School? Why are you so old? I'm not studying in Qingyuan Elementary School."

"No, that Ding Yumian is as indifferent as a dead person all day long. He is not like you, and he is not beautiful. But I am still young. Auntie, no matter how you kidnapped me here, you can't do it because you can't find me. My boyfriend came to have an idea for me."

Bai Mo said, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him. She seemed to be in line with his taste. Unfortunately, he was only eight years old and was not old enough to do those things.

Then he listened to this person say, "Besides, auntie, copper smelting is not a good thing. Besides, I am the son of the head of the Bai family, one of the four major families in the Demon City. Let me go and I will introduce my brother to you."

"I didn't expect you lost your memory, but you remembered me." Ding Yumian showed a bright smile and didn't care about being called aunt. Bai Mo, who thought he was an eight-year-old kid, was stunned.

Before Bai Mo could ask about the amnesia, she asked again:

"How old do you think you are now?"

"I'm eight years old. I can't even tell. Auntie, do you have bad eyesight?"

Bai Mo had a look on his face, and then sighed, "Yes, only a cute and beautiful boy like me can cure people with eye diseases like you."

Ding Yumian curled her lips and pointed at the full-length mirror leaning against the wardrobe, "You are not eight years old. I told you that you have lost your memory. Go and look in the mirror."

After saying that, she stared at this person. This person didn't have the panic of an eight-year-old child at all. He didn't get out of bed after hearing this, but immediately raised his hand to look at him.

After looking at it, the man walked to the mirror with an interesting expression.

"Tsk, tsk, your looks are good, but they are far worse than when I was a kid. Oops, I even have abdominal muscles."

This man looked at himself in the mirror intently, while he clicked his tongue, and even unhesitatingly unzipped his pajamas and took a look inside.

"Hey hey hey~"

He even let out a burst of unexplained laughter.

"Hmm~, not bad, except for the fact that my appearance has dropped a bit, everything else is very good. With this face, I can live a life of food and clothing without any worries."

After making an extremely narcissistic comment, under Ding Yumian's gaze, the man casually walked back to the bed, and did not lie down on it, but sat on the edge of the bed.

Then he looked at her, scratched his head, and heard him ask, "Are you really my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Oh, yes, I have good taste." Bai Mo scratched his head again and said without hesitation, "Oh, by the way, do I have other girlfriends?"

Ding Yumian glanced at this man and said nothing.

An unexplained chill ran down his neck. Bai Mo was no longer curious about the question and abruptly changed the subject.

"How old am I now? What kind of cultivation level and am I born with dual abilities?" Before Ding Yumian could speak, he muttered this again,

"Well, you just said that we were in the ancient capital. Did I turn into a devil? No, how did I lose my memory? Hey, you are a mind mage. I believe whatever you say. Isn't this not good?"

Ding Yumian pursed her lips, feeling that this person's mouth was a little bit broken when he was a child, but it was just like in his memory, so he answered unhurriedly:

"You are now 21, a high-level mage. I have not used psychic magic to influence you, and you are not born with dual abilities."

"Hey, I'm a high-level person so soon? Not bad."

Bai Mo slapped his mouth and suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

"I'll cook for you." Ding Yumian stood up.

After she went out, Bai Mo silently stared at the lamp above his head for a few seconds, then suddenly closed his eyes again. After a few minutes, his whole body suddenly became silent and rhythmic.

A few seconds later, he said with horror: "All four departments are high-level! Am I cheating?"

No one responded. Bai Mo was not used to the feeling of meditation, so he stopped meditating. Instead, he wandered around the room, looking here and browsing there.

"Well, it's not my own house."

"Why don't I have a small umbrella? Don't I have one? No, it's really useless!"

With a click, Ding Yumian opened the door and saw Bai Mo crawling on the ceiling like a spider, with a faint dark golden light shining on his hands.

"It's time to eat." She said expressionlessly, but she was wondering why Lingling hadn't come yet, and luckily this person didn't experiment with wind magic.

"Oh, come on." Bai Mo fell from the ceiling to the ground with a bang, not caring about his strange behavior just now, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and walked out with Ding Yumian.

As he walked, he said, "The one I used just now is the earth element. It's really fun. My earth element is dark gold. Does it have a spiritual seed?"

"Yes, use less magic in the room."

"Oh, then I'll go outside." Bai Mo sat down at the table, raised his chopsticks, and glanced at two plates of home-cooked dishes.