I wore it after killing the God of Light

However, even if the matter of living separately is settled, the most important thing in the Elven Palace is a vacant room, and it is very simple to find two vacant rooms separated from each other.

In order to facilitate his escape, Li Mingguang chose a room with windows.

The elves felt helpless about the fact that Mete couldn't live, but he couldn't influence the god's decision, so they had to continue to silently hold the mage's villain in their hearts.

Of course, Meteor's room had no windows.

This was also deliberately chosen by Li Mingguang.

Lying on the bed made for the guests, he stared at the ceiling painted with green leaves and patterns in a daze, thinking how he could go to the forbidden land of the elves without being noticed by Mete.

In his eyes, creatures like elf guards do not exist.

The only thing he cared about was Mete.

Li Mingguang felt that he should carefully consider how to act, and he should not steal chickens and lose money instead.

Mote is not a pervert, so he will definitely not use perspective to monitor him, and at most he should use a method such as breath perception to confirm that he will not run away.

In this case, in order to sneak into the forbidden area of ​​the elves, he needs to simulate an illusion that is completely consistent with his own fluctuations, and then completely eliminate his traces when the illusion comes out.

There can be no time difference, and it must be completely synchronized. This is a job that tests the master's control, and it is more troublesome than drawing magic patterns.

The magic pattern is also tolerant of hand shake and slight errors in millimeters.

Li Mingguang made sure that Mo Te was in the next room, and lay down on the bed for a while, before getting up to work.

The characters of the elves are not likable, but the beds made of soft vines and other materials by the elves are really comfortable.

No matter how many times he lay down, he felt very happy.

If it weren't for the last sliver of integrity of a traditional mage in his heart, Li Mingguang would have degenerated to the point of lying down and working.

Of course the chair was not as comfortable as the bed, but what could he do?

He must study in the library in the library, and write papers and do research on the table. How can a traditional mage with good self-control be the same as those apprentices who do not seek to make progress!

Although he had confiscated apprentices, he had listened to his colleagues complain a lot during previous meetings.

For example, whose apprentice almost burned himself with a fireball barbecue, for example, whose apprentice wrote a thesis and handed it over to the teacher with saliva and milk stains, and another example tried to complete the material stripping while lying down because the turning over was too noisy Let the unstable material explode directly...

Apprentices who have not developed good habits can do anything.

Think about Joshua who starved himself to death, and Liffin who learned two spells in three years.

Li Mingguang deeply felt that the new generation of sorcerer apprentices were the ugliest and weirdest creatures in the world.

He is a legendary mage!How could he have no self-control like the apprentices!

Li Mingguang sat in the cold and hard wooden armchair, took out a pen and paper from the space, and listed spell conversion formulas one by one.

In fact, it is not difficult to create your own magic illusion.

It only exists conceptually and perceptually, and it doesn't even need any materials, it can be done as long as a part of the magic power is extracted.

But it is more troublesome to practice if the breath is consistent and the fluctuation is the same.

And this is not his mage tower, he can write and draw whatever he wants, and it doesn't matter how many times he fails.

Motuo was still next door, and he could barely manage to make up for one failure, and several times in a row, no matter how he tried to find an excuse, the other party would definitely be suspicious.

After finishing, start with the theory. As long as the theory is done well, with his hands-on ability, he will definitely not make mistakes!

Li Mingguang began to bite the pen holder, and when he turned his head, he saw Destiny outside the window, with his hands on the window sill, revealing most of his upper body.

...?

Did he have some hallucinations just now?

Forget it, whether he is true or not.

Li Mingguang quickly lowered his head, as if he hadn't seen anything, and continued to work on his magic variable calculation formula.

Destiny laughed softly, and his purple eyes narrowed slightly: "Does the spell formula look better than me?"

"Not only is it prettier than you, but it's also more useful than you." Li Mingguang complained and put down his pen.

This is not a differential treatment, but fate always has a way to keep him from writing, and his thoughts are confused. It is better to stop writing early and stop losses in time, and continue when the annoying spirit is gone.

He was too lazy to argue with fate, "Didn't you say that you were seriously injured, how did you recover so quickly?"

If you are sick and recuperating, don't run over to harass him if you have nothing to do.

"I don't even think about who I got hurt for, I have no heart." Fate said angrily, "Come here this time to talk about business, be serious."

Li Mingguang finally turned his head and looked at him, hesitating to speak.

The silver-haired deity was still lying on the window sill, showing no sign of coming in.

In addition, Mote is next door, and there is no window in the next room, so he feels a subtle sense of déjà vu.

Forests, castles, windowsills, too much like Rapunzel.

Oh, and an adult version with adultery elements.

"...you go to the room first."

Even though he knew that fate had already tampered with time and space when he came here, and seeing the silver-haired god like this, there would be no second existence, Li Mingguang still wanted to complain.

Of course, fate chose to refuse, and smiled more happily: "Don't you think this is more exciting?"

Stimulate your head.

Li Mingguang rolled his eyes: "What's the business, you said it."

He and Destiny are grasshoppers on a boat of thieves, but he cared a little bit about Destiny's physical condition, "Is the injury really all right?"

In view of his indiscriminate ability to pull hatred, Li Mingguang felt that before he killed the God of Light or backstabbed against the water, his fate might be hiccupped by a sneak attack.

How much hatred does fate have?

Due to the particularity of this god, no one is willing to make friends with him, and any agreements and covenants have nothing to do with him.

He is the higher god who is gradually forgotten in acquiescence, but as long as he appears, as long as he shows a mysterious and strange smile at a certain god, that god will definitely come to an end soon.

Even, there are many battles of gods with planes as the unit, and there is his shadow.

The god of death harvests the souls of all living beings, but the god of fate fiddles with the dignity of the gods at will.

If you can get His godhead...

In short, if the news of Destiny's serious injury leaks out, many gods will definitely stick to it like tarsal maggots, and they will not be able to get rid of it.

Li Mingguang didn't want to add a bunch of tails.

Not minding killing gods and killing gods for fun are two different things, and he is not the lunatic of Death.

"Anyway, it won't be to the point of falling." Saying this, fate spat out blood.

?

The timing of the spurt of blood was too coincidental, it could be true or false, Li Mingguang was puzzled, but he didn't say anything.

He was silent for a while, before persuading him: "You should explain the business earlier, and then go back and lie down."

Destiny didn't reply, but waved at him, signaling Li Mingguang to come closer.

Li Mingguang got up suspiciously, and as soon as he walked to the window sill, he was grabbed by fate.

The silver-haired young man half embraced him, grabbed the mage's wrist, and wiped away the blood on his lips bit by bit.He smiled like a treacherous fox: "Soft-hearted and ruthless, it's better for me to take the initiative~"

Li Mingguang tilted his head, "Hurry up, or I will do it."

As he spoke, he made a gesture to push people.

Pushing fate down from the ledge is exciting to think about.

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"Don't make trouble." Fate hugged him even tighter, and said softly, "It's business."

He kept blowing in Li Mingguang's ear.

Li Mingguang wondered if you have the skill to blow your breath, can you finish your speech without wasting your time, he still has to write spell formulas.

Sure enough, it's better to push fate directly.

"Tell me." Li Mingguang squinted and urged, "Don't deliberately be disgusting here, what good will I do you? No!"

His ears are really itchy.

Destiny didn't answer, but just giggled, his voice was low, and Li Mingguang's neck was covered with heat. Judging from the vibration frequency of his chest, this man should be very happy.

After laughing enough, he said slowly, "I just think you're cute."

Li Mingguang snorted, expressionless.

This time he really pushed with his hands, exerting force suddenly, accurate and ruthless.

... just didn't push.

Destiny smiled even more happily, this time she didn't hide it much, and it was clearer.

Li Ming □□die, can't wait to change to Berserker or some other physics profession on the spot, just rely on strength to beat this guy to death.

This is the ultimate bullying of mages!

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, I want to talk to you about something serious, things are not going well right now." Destiny smiled at him, "It's about Joshua."

Obviously he was playing tricks on purpose, but he just said it as if Li Mingguang took the initiative himself.

Li Mingguang didn't bother to pay attention to this. He focused all his attention on the name He called out. He moved his ears and asked, "Little apprentice?"

"Yes, that is the favored one, the savior of the plane."

"Didn't he starve to death?" Li Mingguang wondered.

Fate raised his eyebrows, "He would not have been starved to death, but I changed it temporarily and covered up the replacement of his life trajectory."

Li Mingguang is a sensible person, and raised his eyebrows, "Is this the reason why you were seriously injured? Was it done by the God of Light? Where is the real little apprentice?"

However, fate did not mean to explain, and continued to talk.

He didn't seem to care about his injury, nor did he care about Li Mingguang's inquiry.

"The God of Light doesn't know that you are Joshua. You may see Him in times of crisis."

God will give shelter to the loved ones in critical moments, not to mention that his shell is still the chosen savior, shouldering the glory of spreading faith.

The God of Destiny smiled mysteriously: "I came here to remind you, beware of the God of Light."

"... gone? That's it?"

It took a long time to explain something that could be explained in three sentences, but Li Mingguang couldn't understand it.

And beware that God of Light still needs to talk about it?Simply inexplicable!

Li Mingguang wanted to curse, but fate held his head down with lightning speed, and dropped a kiss on his lips like a dragonfly.

A touch and a kiss.

"Since you can acquiesce to Chandra's behavior, how about you also consider accepting me?"

"If you want to say love, I love you first."

Having said that, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the wall covered with moss and vines.

"Don't rush to give me an answer, okay? The wounded who need rest can't be stimulated."

Hei Yan let go of the mage's hand, and he fled the scene quickly.

——The God of Destiny knows everything and controls everything, including the movements of most gods.

Chandra had made moves before, and Chandra was always present just now. He should have told his brave man this, gave him pointers, and helped him avoid it.

But the word fate represents the most constant and the most impermanent at the same time.

He is evil.

"Si! Ke! Sa!"

Gritting his teeth and reading out the real name of fate, Li Mingguang wanted to perform an instant betrayal right now.

There is no doubt that fate is a big pig who likes to see him make a fool of himself.

He simply said that on purpose.

This kind of joke can be made occasionally, and Li Mingguang doesn't care so much in most cases.But just now he talked about Mete.A single Mote is already a big head, so why does Xixa, a fox, join in the fun.

The question raised by him, Li Mingguang thought of Mote's affectionate and gentle confession, and his stomach ached.

What he likes, he can change. It is okay to be friends, but not others.

If he had to choose, he only wanted to marry his magic pattern and his element transformation formula, thank you.

As the God of Destiny, Xikesa is also in charge of time. Li Mingguang watched the scenery outside the window gradually regain its brilliance, knowing that time has begun to turn again.

He was about to sit back and write the formula, but before he turned his head, he heard the door pushing behind him.

The author has something to say: show a troublesome smile.

See you Monday then :)