I wore it after killing the God of Light

Mo Te was sent to the door by himself as a test product, and Li Mingguang felt that the blame for this could only be blamed on Mo Te's lack of vision.

He is just a mage whose research is disturbed, and it is normal to have a bad temper.Mote's kiss was not taken seriously by him, and even a kiss would not lose a piece of flesh, so it was not as important as his interrupted train of thought.

When it comes to thinking... It's okay to be unhappy. Thinking of his own purpose, Li Mingguang rarely becomes friendly to Mo Intuit.

"Don't worry, it won't last long. There is still much room for improvement in this sheep-changing technique."

What I said before is incidental. The main purpose of his study of this kind of sheep-changing technique is to be more sure when killing gods.

But all highgods will have a certain degree of elemental immunity, and they are basically completely immune to the ordinary spells that have been passed down.

When fighting with this kind of existence, Li Mingguang basically started with the forbidden spell.

But as an academic, he also firmly believes that there are absolutely no useless spells in the world - except for the light spell.

As long as the sheep-changing technique can have an effect on the god's body, even if it is only for a few seconds, it is enough to create a chance to turn the tide of the battle.

With sufficient magic power, a mage like him who is proficient in laws and is no longer familiar with simple chants can already cast two or three spells that are as destructive as natural disasters in this short period of time.

If he took ten thousand steps back, he would not be able to fight, and he would have a chance to use space teleportation to get away.

If the research is successful, he will definitely be more confident when he meets the God of Light in the future.

Now there is a ready-made test product in front of him... Why should he go far and take the risk to find those opponents to practice?

He perfectly explained what it means to turn the face faster than the book, "Due to the materials and various limitations, it can only last for an hour at most. Remember to tell me how you feel later, and I will improve it and try it a few more times. .”

Thinking of the kiss just now, the mage paused, and read to the light golden sheep on the ground: "I love you, okay?"

For things like integrity, it is important where there is a purpose.

Mo Te was knocked unconscious by a Meme.

Even though He doesn't know what it means, it's clear what loving you means.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

So much so that during the period when the sheep-changing technique was in effect, Mote had already thought of how to transform his own kingdom of God in the future from how to hold hands smoothly.

Mages generally like books and scrolls, right?Do you want to add some other flowers?

Speaking of which, he still doesn't know what hobbies Li Mingguang has...

The sheep-changing technique lasted about half an hour.

Mote had just recovered from the effect of the spell, and before he could express his affection, Li Mingguang threw another sheep-changing spell.

"I've improved the arrangement of the magic pattern, let's see if it can take longer this time." The mage didn't even blink, "Remember to tell me your thoughts later, or give me a blood test to check the concentration of magic power. Love you .”

The last two words are soft and clever, without even the ending sound.

After being turned into a sheep again, Mote, who realized that he was just a tool man, was indignant.

When he couldn't open his mouth and could only bleat sheep, he resolutely abandoned the way of verbal communication and directly talked to Li Mingguang with his consciousness.

"...is this how you express your affection?"

Li Mingguang snorted and forcefully explained: "I am a mage."

He looked straight into the eyes of the golden sheep very frankly, maintaining his seriousness with difficulty.

Just now he didn't notice the new image of Mote, the sheep had a bunch of wobbly wool on the top of its head.

Mete himself is not stupid, maybe there is some innocuous problem with the spell.

It's okay not to think of His appearance, but Li Mingguang wants to laugh when he thinks of it.

"Did you just laugh?!" Mo Te questioned him.

Of course Li Mingguang would not admit such a thing, he shook his head on the spot, "Hey, please don't question my professionalism as a mage."

"That is to say, although you can't speak at present, you can communicate directly with your consciousness, right?" He quickly found out the crux of the problem, "What about your power, can you use it?"

"No, no, this question is meaningless... God's power does not only come from the flesh."

Without waiting for Mote to answer, he quickly denied the previous point of view, "If you want this sheep-changing technique to be effective, you should also have restrictions on the godhead."

"It's not a big problem, I can get it done soon."

Mote watched helplessly as he finalized the new research direction in a few words, and then immersed himself in making the spell scroll again.

The other party didn't take the question to heart.

He realized this, and instinctively wanted to bring down God's Wrath or something.

The gods are not to be teased, not to be slighted.

Li Mingguang, who can talk about spells endlessly and study hard, is really good-looking, and it doesn't even matter about his appearance.

The boy has flying eyebrows and star-like eyes, confident and proud, like a little sun.

If only those eyes could keep looking at Him.

This time, the duration of the sheep-changing technique is shorter than before.

The matter of magic resistance had been expected by Li Mingguang, and he was not surprised at all.

Mote, on the other hand, didn't respond with any anger. He conjured up a chair, propped his arms on the table, and rested his chin to watch him work.

"You can use this spell on me later, I won't hide." He said, and then put forward his own conditions, "But you have to..."

For Leshen, who is used to being reserved and elegant, it would be difficult to speak too bluntly.

"What do I get?" Li Mingguang raised his eyes and kept moving his hands.

"You can't tell others that you love you, you have to tell me." Mote's voice was a little softer, sounding a little lacking in confidence.

Li Mingguang thought it was a big request.

To him, this matter was the same as agreeing to Mote and accompanying him to visit Notreil before, and the mage didn't take it seriously at all.

It's just a few words spoken, and it has no effect on him at all.

As a mage who traveled from modern times, Li Mingguang has no sensitivity to this kind of vocabulary that can be equivalent to gratitude in daily life.

Besides, talking about love is too distracting and will affect research.At least before killing the God of Light, he didn't think he would have such an idea.

"Okay, I won't say the word 'love you' to others." Li Mingguang readily agreed.

Seeing him so straightforward, Mo Te felt uncomfortable instead.

The God of Music has thoroughly recognized the fact that he is a tool man, and has learned to have fun while suffering in a very short period of time.

...At least he said he loves Him!He didn't say anything to other beings!

But he was still upset, and couldn't help asking: "Is your love so easy to get?"

"Good question, what do you think love is?" Li Mingguang didn't answer directly, but threw the question back to Mo Te.

He was still thinking about how to improve the sheep-changing technique, and he didn't have so much mind to think about other things.

Mete didn't know how to answer his question.

"Look, you can't answer it either." Li Mingguang put down the scroll, and shrugged his shoulders at Motu, "If you don't understand the concepts yourself, don't ask any more."

"So what if I answered, can you really understand?" He didn't think he was a scumbag.

Even if he has always been scumbag.

Mete likes him.

If it wasn't for the problem just now, maybe it would take him a long time before he suddenly realized this on a casual occasion.

But what is like?Does Mote really like him, and not the phantom he imagined?

As a rationalist with a certain degree of ego, Li Mingguang would not consider Mo Te's mood just because of this so-called liking.

Mete gets certain satisfaction and achievement from him, and he uses Mete to achieve his own purpose, which is equivalent to exchange.

It's fair.

In this case, Mote still wants to ask for more from him, and if he gets a response, he needs to pay some other price.

Li Mingguang didn't think Mote would be willing to hand over the godhood to him for research.

Man is a selfish creature, and God is no exception. That kind of question makes no sense at all.

Mote really couldn't give an affirmative answer.

He had always thought that Li Mingguang didn't know much about this aspect, but now it seems that the other party is too sensitive.The one who is really dull is himself.

After sighing with helplessness and relief, Mo Te's green eyes became even brighter.

If he was frustrated because of such a trivial matter, he would not be a high god with two godheads.

Faced with difficulties, such Li Mingguang made him full of fighting spirit.

"I really can't say the definition of love very well, I really don't know."

After thinking it over, Mote generously admitted: "But asking me this way shows that you actually don't understand what love is."

"Since we don't understand each other, why don't we give each other a chance now..."

What about peaches?Li Mingguang raised his eyebrows, and crushed the scroll before he finished speaking.

The god of music, who doesn't seem to know what a long lesson is, was hit again.

Even when he was just thinking about something, Li Mingguang never stopped drawing magic lines and injecting magic power into the scroll, otherwise he wouldn't be able to use it now.

The effect of the third sheep changing scroll was beyond expectation.

Mote was completely silenced this time, and did not talk to him through a spiritual link.

Li Mingguang consciously found the right direction, what is lacking is continuous improvement and improvement.

After changing his depressed mood in the first half of the night, the mage even saw the golden sheep that Mote turned into a lot more pleasing to the eye, and even had the leisure time to pluck the dull hair.

"You were really a bit silly just now, but for the sake of my good mood, maybe I can play with you in Notel for a few more days."

"Anyway, I have already drawn the plane teleportation scroll, and I can leave whenever I want."

Li Mingguang did draw the teleportation scroll, but it was just a normal scroll that simulated the fluctuation of plane teleportation.

This is to get rid of Mete.

This time, Mote didn't say anything out of the ordinary.

Because he discovered one thing - the power of Li Mingguang's spell is too low, so low that it doesn't look like the legendary mage who can kill gods.

But who said this can't be an opportunity?

"I didn't find the water of life on the favored person, do you want to go to the elf's territory with me to get it?"

There is no rule that God cannot lie.

The author has something to say: Ah Guang: (does not hide his prejudice against God at all)

But he did his research.

He was exposed.

Mote has found his chance!