i used to be a devil

The specific time for the college competition is set in two weeks.

When Ferrero watched Yirang numbly smashing out a bag of alchemy containing two thousand gold coins, he was a little unclear about what he was doing.

And when a group of people helped bring some of Yirang's furniture and items to the door, he felt for a moment that the reason why Yirang agreed to him was to trick him.

And the more you think about it, the more possible it becomes.

Be careful to store the thin snow edelweiss in his alchemy pocket at this time. At this time, he no longer has the idea of ​​taking it out, and inexplicable negative emotions are growing in his heart little by little.

Others present couldn't see such a change, but in Yi Rang's view, it seemed as if the kid over there was about to jump in front of him and shine brightly.

Polly was downstairs, continuing to use the magic circle Yirang drew for him to move things. He was obviously a fighter, but to some extent, he had more mana than Yirang wearing this dress.

After Bai Lan said that he wanted to follow and learn, he was very conscious of being an apprentice.

Yi Rang was in charge of smashing the original owner of the house dizzy with gold coins, and she was in charge of everything after the other party handed over the key and title deed in a daze.

Looking at it this way, the matter seems to have a very perfect solution. Yi Rang, who has nothing to do now, touched the magic recovery potion in his arms, and looked at the negative emotions in front of him. Smokey brat, he said to Bai Lan as a matter of course: "I'll go out and see if you have any negative weakening potions."

"what?"

Bai Lan, who was helping to classify various items bit by bit, couldn't react—according to her thoughts and her own understanding of Yirang's alchemy level, she didn't think that the other party would need to ask her for alchemy potions.

When she heard some remarks from Silanfa Mitch in the college, she originally defined Yi Rang as a label of "slightly poor but with superb alchemy skills", but when he suddenly smashed out a bag of While bagging gold coins, Bai Lan looked at the numerical amount on the alchemy pocket, smiled and labeled him a "crying poor local tyrant" in her heart.

But what is this?Of course it's nothing, after all, she just came to practice alchemy.

Using such thoughts to suppress the chaotic thoughts floating in her heart, Bai Lan hesitated for a second, then rummaged through her alchemy pocket to find several weakening potions of different kinds, and spread them on the box in front of Yi Rang. Open a slice.

Strength weakening, agility weakening, and potions that speed up the loss of magic power.

The types are almost the same. Yi Rang can't tell which aspect the subtle effect difference between these things is, but it doesn't prevent him from defining the general direction.

They were all middle and low-level weakening potions, which made Yi Rang not sure about their effects.

According to his idea, beat the kid simply and roughly, and then let him go back to understand how he was beaten, and then beat him again, and then go back and think about it by himself.

After getting used to being beaten, it won't be so difficult when the opponent's level drops.

However, before the event started, he had to weaken all aspects of his strength.

It can be used as a carrier for the descending of the gods. I have to say that, as a piece of clothing, Iran Field's body is quite powerful from other perspectives.

First, being able to withstand such a powerful and terrifying soul as Yirang is considered a major highlight. Second, being able to withstand Yirang's terrifyingly pure magic power and carrying such a concentration of magic power is normal. Release magic, instead of being destroyed by high-concentration magic power to destroy the body's magic power track, and then lose the ability to sense elements... This point seems to be uniquely powerful.

——Although the total amount of magic power is low is a terrible certainty.

According to this idea, from another perspective——

Perhaps without Erro's duel and avoiding Yirang's coming on him, if he works hard in the future, it will take decades, and it is still possible to break through the fifth level and continue to move upward when he is old.

The current moment is ruined by Yi Rang's high-concentration magic power back and forth, entering the period of magic power exhaustion at every turn, this kind of future can almost be said to be cut off-how should I put it, it really is not my body, and there is no such thought of cherishing it when I use it .

However, these assumptions are impossible.

If Yirang hadn't been wearing Yiran Field's clothes at that time, as Yiran Field's three-star mage, he should have been lying in the cemetery three months ago, so what's the future?

The topic is slightly off topic.

Having said that, this dress can be summed up as powerful.And it's the kind of power that might have made a name for itself if he had given up the mage route early on and became a knight seriously.

Therefore, while he was able to use all kinds of high-level magic as Yirang wanted, this body could actually keep up with Yirang's attack rhythm in every close combat.

Speaking of so many examples, in fact, there is only one thing I want to explain: that is, Yi Rang is afraid that he will beat this little devil to death.

If that's the case, the nature of the whole incident is not very good.

——It seems that no matter what, it can't be better.

It was the first time to control power, and Yi Rang was a little distressed about it. It was very difficult for him to understand how fragile mortals really are.

What he wants to understand is: Anyway, it is very weak, the kind of weak that is likely to be finished if it is touched.

Back then when he had a falling out with the first god Socra, the slave gods of other tools brought some guys who were said to be "human powerhouses" into the battle...

As a result, Yi Rang didn't really want to recall.

Picking out two bottles of strength and agility weakening potions at random, Yi Rang took out two blessing potions from his pocket - low-level weapon enhancement and life blessing respectively, held them in his hands and waited for two or three seconds to temper them, then Pass it directly to Bai Lan, "Okay, I'll give you this in exchange, and I'll take away your potions, two for four, and you will suffer a bit."

"..."

The two bottles of potions that were directly tempered in front of her were now flowing in the cheap crystal bottles with the color of fluttering gold sand. Flow in the bottle.

Bai Lan felt that the beating speed of his heart had changed differently. The perfect quality of the potion that could block the magic power dissipated by itself did not see him use any alchemy items and utensils, just use his hands lightly...

This is nothing short of miraculous!

After Bai Lan got two bottles of medicine, she looked at Yi Rang with fanaticism. Now she looks like someone who has found the gate of God's Realm. She suddenly grabbed Yi Rang's clothes. He simply knelt down on one knee, "Please formally accept me as your servant, I, Bai Lan Jieerka, beg for your mercy, let me follow behind you, and pursue the limit of the power of the first envoy."

The first angel.

Yi Rang didn't realize that the name Bai Lan said was referring to himself. He was never used to the names of mortals—except for the name of the Betrayer, because it was so practical that he could think of it immediately. He is in a state of being inappropriate for everything other than himself.

"Let's talk about this."

He was unmoved, the brain circuit and the level of thinking about the problem were not on the same plane, no matter how excited Bai Lan was, in Yi Rang's view, there was no need to make a fuss.

The order of things depends entirely on whether he is interested or not.

Now he is more interested in cashing in on the mission reward for Ferrero, the brat.

Bai Lan didn't have any meaning to Yi Rang's decision, instead she felt that she had received an affirmative answer, and now she was in a state where she could do whatever she wanted.

She looked at Yi Rang with almost admiration and squeezed her hand again, quenching the weakening potion she had given out before, then opened the lid directly, and drank it all in one go.

Maintaining such an admiring look, watching Yirang walk over and pat Ferrero on the shoulder, said something unknown, and then left the room one after the other, even disappearing with his back.

After a while, she took a deep breath, put away the two doses of medicine Yi Rang had given her, and turned around to tidy up the room with great vigor.

Polly moved everything with a magic circle.

Not long after Yi Rang left, he walked in slowly, observed the situation, and then started to tidy up.

"Let Yirang teach this kid Ferrero well." He lifted up a box of books with a hey sound—because the magic power was almost exhausted at this time, and he could only rely on physical labor. After he lifted the things, he asked Bai Lan: "How to clean up, did Yi Rang tell you?"

"No~!" Bai Lan, who was in a good mood, was humming while she was doing her work, and her tone rose uncontrollably. Face suspiciously asked: "What did Yi ask Your Excellency to hand over to that child? Magic? That child doesn't look like a mage—"

"No, that kid is a reserve knight."

"..." Bai Lan, holding the book, connected the situation slightly. She turned and looked at Polly. Facing this silly face who didn't know what happened, she asked with an indescribable expression, "Where are they?" For what kind of teaching, Your Excellency Yirang needs to drink four high-level weakening potions before proceeding?"

"...Not sure."

……

The destination was a wasteland outside the town. At this time, there was still a team of guards guarding the gate, but during the day, mercenaries came and went frequently, and Yirang and Ferrero's trips were only for a little inspection without any special intervention.

When Rosemir found Yirang, the two of them were very far away—to be honest, he couldn’t explain how he could tell that the other party was Yirang at such a distance that no one on the other side might be able to hear him shouting. .

It's just inexplicable, and I recognize it at a glance when I see it.

"What is he doing here?" "Hey, I didn't bring a donkey with me when I went out today." "Who is that kid, a student?" "What's going on outside the town at this time?" "..."

A series of questions flashed through his mind quickly, and when he found Yi Rang stopped in an open space with a child he didn't know, he realized that he followed him out.

The surrounding area is not too empty, some scattered vegetation and trees grow here and there one by one.

Maintaining a rather distant distance, Rosemil chose to watch from behind a nearby tree. He swore that he was just a little curious about what the two were going to do...

Yi Rang probably simply said to let the other party attack, but the child was slightly stunned, and then he launched the martial arts directly as he said.

The fighting spirit was condensed, and then it seemed that the corresponding strength and speed increasing martial arts were used.

——This kid looks like a good seedling.

After making such an evaluation, he looked at Yi Rang, and picked up a not too thick branch from the ground.

Then make a start gesture to the child.

He may not be optimistic about this thin three-star mage at all——

Rosemil thought so, and the analysis that followed was about to flash through his mind quickly, but he saw that Yi Rang didn't know what he had done, the opponent's fighting spirit was broken, and then the child was kicked by Yi Rang Kicked out.

The follow-up and analysis of the original overwhelming design, like an oil lamp that has been extinguished, disappeared in a flash.

He stared dumbfounded at Yi Rang who was still standing, and then at the child who was struggling to get up.

Rosemere just wanted to know, was Yi Rang strangled him just now?

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