I wore it after killing the God of Light

As the name suggests, the so-called anti-magic material is a material that effectively isolates it from contact with magic power.

Isn't it the same as catching a tiger pulling its teeth and claws and saying it's for your own good if the mage is not allowed to use spells?I don't care what the tiger thinks at all.

But... Although it may make it more difficult to escape, pretending to surrender is indeed a good opportunity for Mote to loosen his control over him.

Li Mingguang hesitated for a second, before he could make a decision, the elf picked him up and held him in his arms.

Not even the ability to resist.

Li Mingguang really felt that he was a genius who could think of using the sheep-changing technique, but what could he do.

Using the sheep-changing technique is tantamount to being caught and plucked openly, but without the sheep-changing technique, you have to wait to be exposed.

Life is too difficult, don't ask, if you ask, you will regret it.

Unlike the already drawn scrolls, Li Mingguang provided the magic power to maintain the sheep-changing technique. He was shackled by Mote at the ankles, sealing his own circulation, and the magic-forbidden materials also isolated him from the perception of external elements.

Li Mingguang didn't want to talk at all.

He thinks that Mote... no, this god is very evil.

Forbidden materials are not only difficult to find, but also difficult to refine.

Mo Texiemen is evil because the handcuffs he got are basically free of impurities and made of pure forbidden magic materials, so he can't pretend to be weak even if he wants to.

Li Mingguang didn't believe it when he said that there was no premeditation and planned such and such things secretly.

The shackles on his feet were easy to untie, and the anti-magic material was as hard as gold, so as long as the strength was strong enough, it would not be difficult to break it apart.

So this difficult-to-mine, difficult-to-refine and expensive thing is also useful to mages.

If he had the strength to break the shackles, would he still be a mage?

Li Mingguang was tired from walking.

Every time he can't wait to give himself a bunch of speed and light buffs before going out.

It is true that a mage will not have skills similar to thieves and poets, but there is no rule that he cannot analyze samples and then simulate them.

After getting rid of the spell, Li Mingguang felt that he was like A Zhai who couldn't touch all electronic products, and he was no different from being useless.

He turned the dead fish's eyes, and found that he just snorted after being forcibly transformed back into a human, and didn't want to answer Mote's question at all.

Mote was rubbing his hair repeatedly, "Should I be taller? Or shorter?"

Long your mother.

Li Mingguang scolded in his heart, reluctantly rewarded him with a smile uglier than crying, "Get lost."

He refused to have any communication with Meteor, he just wanted a flame storm mixed with a blizzard and an arcane explosion to destroy this broken place.

Whoever is not a grumpy monster, he should have a blast first.

If you can't beat it, can't you vent your anger?

Mo Te didn't answer, but just kissed him with a bit of grievance, which made Li Mingguang gasp for breath, seeing that he had already unbuttoned his robe, and moved his hands towards a dangerous area before he quickly stopped.

"Are you a dog?"

Sitting on the elf's lap, the mage's face turned blue and white, feeling something was holding him back.

Mote didn't stop moving, and replied, "I'm an elf."

Li Mingguang wanted to scold at this point, but felt that there was no need to scold himself because of a fool, so he simply pushed with his hands, "I can't run away now, are you so anxious?"

Hearing him admitting the fact that he couldn't run away, Mote narrowed his eyes happily, "Well, I'm very anxious."

He wants to be completely sure of belonging, to leave his mark on the other person.

Li Mingguang hehe, "Do you think it will be fun for me to fuck you like a corpse down there? Then you might as well find an alchemist and ask him to make you a doll that works for you."

"Guaranteed experience is better than mine."

"It's not exactly the same as you." Mo Te retorted, unbuttoned his jacket, and gnawed on it.

... What a dog.

"Why is your robe different from other mages?" The elf who kissed his collarbone asked vaguely, "It's easy to untie."

Li Mingguang's mage's robe was improved by himself. It was originally intended to be aggressive and handsome. It was obviously a mage's robe, but he specially made it more like a cloak, which is also convenient to wear.

Back then, when he was domineering and facing the Temple of Light one by one, he felt like Voldemort.

But when it comes to this occasion, he only has atmosphere besides embarrassment.

What does this mean?

"Shut up if you don't know how to speak." He glared at Mote, "Go ahead if you have the ability, so I'll just snort for so much nonsense."

In the worst case, treat it as being bitten by a dog. If a dog bites someone, he has to bite back, right?drop in price.

Li Mingguang only had in his mind the spell materials he had just counted out, and he quickly arranged the possibility of combining them.

Giving up running away because of the restriction of the forbidden material is not in line with his style.

There are so many waters of life out there, as long as Mote can divert his attention, he can find a way to get the teleportation scroll out.

We have to find a way to keep him from clinging so tightly to a big dog.

Li Mingguang thought for a while, and took the initiative to wrap his arms around the elf's neck, and gnawed at the side of his neck.

Mote's hair was very long, and the strands of it made his nose itchy.In doing so, the mage couldn't help but sneezed.

He was so clumsy that Mote couldn't help laughing, his Adam's apple rolled, and he stopped and let him do whatever he wanted: "Are you actively pleasing me?"

Li Mingguang also laughed, very maliciously: "No, I just thought of a fun thing."

"Although I am using it now, in the final analysis, the body still belongs to a certain young apprentice named Joshua."

"I'm very happy when I think that you've put so much effort into shutting me down, and it turns out that you're not actually me."

He intentionally smacked Mete's face hard, with a loud voice.

Li Mingguang thinks he's pretty good at breaking pots and smashing disgusting people.

"Plus, I didn't move it, so it's cool to think about it. Hurry up."

As long as a person is shameless enough, he is invincible.

Li Mingguang firmly believed in this.

Mote: ...

He should have blocked the mage's mouth before.

There was also some charming atmosphere that was completely destroyed. Looking at the mage's somewhat smug look, Mote didn't really want to let him get his wish so easily.

He bit Li Mingguang's ear, "So what? This plane has been blocked by me, and unless I agree, you can't return to your original body."

"—Which plane do you hide yourself in?"

"You want to change the shell back for me?" Li Mingguang raised his eyebrows, "Then you probably have to take me there too, otherwise you will lose me if you don't come back."

In order to prevent the enemies from flogging corpses, he set up many organs and self-destruct procedures, and he didn't intend to be someone else's life when he died.

But there is also a way out, only an excellent mage can pass the test and get his inheritance.

——If you're lucky, that sorcerer can even have a spirit teacher behind him who looks like a tower spirit. Of course, it's not impossible to make a lich...

Anyway, he arranged it like that at the time, if there was no accident of fate.

"I remembered that the god of death has been looking for your body, your soul."

"No surprise, that's what He is like, he will take revenge." Li Mingguang smiled, "Last time He also suffered a small loss, and I died before I got back with revenge. I must be very aggrieved."

He didn't bury himself too far away, and if he wanted to find it, it's actually not difficult.

Anyway, it is definitely not possible to find a five-year or ten-year period.

"However, it's not difficult to get to the place. If he really finds it, the picture is quite exciting." Li Mingguang said excitedly, "If he would make my body into something like a puppet... would you feel NTR? ?”

"Is it that very subtle feeling that your lover is cheating and you can't do anything?"

Mete didn't understand the meaning of NTR.

But Li Mingguang's words really gave him a sense of crisis, and he felt that he was surrounded by the mage.

The person he has now is only spiritual, and he has not obtained the other person's body, or in other words, he has obtained the other person's original body.

What He has now may be just a body that can be discarded at any time.

... It's okay if you don't think about it, but when you think about it, it always feels a little weird.

"You did it on purpose to talk about this kind of topic at this time." Mo Te sighed, his tone was very sure, "Very happy?"

Li Mingguang didn't bother to hide it, and immediately replied: "I will be happy if you are not happy, at least for now."

Only now did he realize that the spiritual victory method is really happy, "Should I continue? If I don't continue, I will go to check the materials."

That being said, he thinks Mo Te probably won't continue.

If it were him, he would respond.

He smiled, and Mo Te couldn't help laughing too.

The elf's eyes were curved, and as far as the smile was concerned, there was no haze, and no deep thoughts could be seen. It was completely a gentle and harmless white lotus.

Li Mingguang clicked his tongue and looked at his ankle without any trace.On the other side, he was handcuffed, and the hoop was a little tight. When he struggled just now, his skin was rubbed red.

Maybe because he thought he couldn't escape, Mote didn't specially weld the chains on the anklets to limit the range of motion.

This is probably the only thing that makes people feel happy among the many bad news.

Li Mingguang lowered his eyes, "I really don't want to continue? If not, find me some water to drink, I'm thirsty."

"You bought so much water of life, isn't it just to fill the lake for decoration?"

He really can't use spells now.

But it's not that his hands were broken and he couldn't draw magic patterns.

Think of a way to see if there is any material with good conductivity here, and it would be good to serve as a bridge between the water of life and the teleportation magic pattern.

Mete doesn't understand mages at all, or human beings.

If there is no magic power, there is no magic power, as long as you have hands and brains.

If you want to imprison him, unless you break all his limbs and flicker his mind, otherwise he can create conditions without conditions.

Putting so many materials here is not to underestimate his ability.

"These are all yours." Mote understood and pressed his hand, "But to you, it's just ordinary water now."

"Don't worry, the effect of the anti-magic material is very good." Li Mingguang opened his eyes and said nonsense, trying to pull his hand back, "I'm just thirsty."

Instead, Mo Te clenched even tighter, "I know."

He started looking for the materials a long time ago, and He also forged the shackles himself. When doing those things, He just thought about it, but never imagined that there would be such a day.

"But your mind is too bad, you may be thinking of something again, just like just now." He said.

Li Mingguang remained unmoved: "I'm just telling the truth, don't you think that's exciting?"

He really felt that if there was that opportunity, the probability of the god of death whipping himself and turning himself into a puppet was absolutely [-]/[-], and the possibility of whipping the corpse into a puppet or continuing to whip the corpse after being made into a puppet was quite high.

"It doesn't matter if it's irritating or not." Mott paused, implying, "You have to deal with it first."

... Fuck.

Li Mingguang's face darkened.

The author has something to say: The flag that Mo Te set up by himself, if you want to blame it, you can blame yourself for playing prison py and setting up a torii (no)

And death wind review was killed x

Tomorrow night, I will watch the new EP9 with my brain, I hope I won't be pissed off by **A.

If you are so angry, no one will save the manuscript code and update it in time (…

Alas, the kind of fans who scold and contribute to the box office over and over again are talking about me.

——————————————感谢在2019-12-1801:00:02~2019-12-2020:09:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yusaku?, one of the cute five poisons;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!