I wore it after killing the God of Light

Li Mingguang entered the impeccable disguise state as early as the moment of death.

he thinks he's perfect

Until the other party stopped in front of him and looked at...

Ok, Grim Reaper is looking at Ya-Lek, not him.

Reaper stared at the man who tried to provoke him, and the doubts were fleeting.

All things will return to death, fear of death is an instinct, and under the control of instinct, one desires to live.

It can be said that death is in charge of life.

His mere priesthood is enough to make all living beings tremble, as long as the meaning of death exists.

He doesn't matter much, and he doesn't need to have a name.

Seeing the light gray eyes that provoked him, the god of death thought of some things in the past for no reason.

The last time he looked at him like this was the human being he was going to meet now.

Reaper remembered that the person's eyes were much darker, and when he looked at him, he was radiant, far more vivid than the eyes staring at him now.

Obviously He doesn't like any life, obviously He hates the heat of living things.

But when I saw that person, I actually had a contradictory desire to make a harvest that was no longer in a simple sense.

——If you want him to only look at you, if you want him to be dominated by instinct, if you want him to bleed and get hurt, you can only struggle.

His living posture is so eye-catching, I want him to die in his own hands and return to the country of death.

The easternmost part of the kingdom of death is the hill of bones.

That is different from the palace, the highest point of the dead country.

From there, you can see the silver veins extending like blood veins and the endless wilderness. The red sun never falls westward, and countless souls work day and night.

His throne is over there.

Find that person, kill him, and solemnly hold him on the throne.

Only death is eternal, and he is kissed by death, that is, he is favored by eternity.

This is death's love.

But there are many mages collected, and he will not show such feelings to ants. For the offense of death, the best punishment is death.

For the sake of reminding him of that person, the god of death can let him go a little more peacefully.

But when he got closer, he found something even more interesting.

The scythe that was supposed to be swung stopped.

"You..." He took a deep look at the gray-eyed young man, but did not continue.

No wonder he can look at himself without hesitation, there is no such thing as instinct.

he is--

"I'll know one day." The disturbed mood became better, and the god of death cast a meaningful look at him.

"I look forward to it."

He didn't intend to stay any longer, and he didn't notice a certain Li Mingguang who seemed to be honest, but actually his heart was already in his throat.

While Li Mingguang heaved a sigh of relief, he couldn't help worrying about Yale, the junior.

I don't know why, but Yale seems to be targeted by the god of death.

Since we met by chance, and the elemental crystals on his body are beautiful, why don't we find an opportunity and reason to give him the camouflage technique later.

Rather than helping others, Li Mingguang is more willing to call this mentality an obstacle to death.

He was going to make small moves until he saw a whimpering black mass rushing towards Death.

Inexplicably familiar.

The god of death, who had already walked not far away, bent down and hugged his messenger.

After some communication, he looked at the existence he had ignored.

Death was about to leave to take the mages to their destination, but the familiar told him some interesting news.

Anyway, he has already found that person, so it doesn't matter if he stops for a while.

That one is naturally unique, but interesting prey is also less common.

The black cloak shrouded in mist fixedly looked at Li Mingguang, with a small black head protruding from his arms, with fierce eyes.

Li Mingguang: ...

Just remember that beating a dog depends on the owner, how can you forget that the dog can still sue.

If he had known that this would happen, he should have been more straightforward and killed this thing directly.

Anyway, there are so many dogs in Reaper, and most of them will not care about the missing one.

At this time, of course, we have to pretend that nothing happened. If the conflict escalates and we accidentally start a fight, wouldn't he be exposed?

He lowered his eyes, pretending to be intimidated by the coercion, showing a bit of just right surprise and fear.

Then, referring to those unpleasant memories, the mage slowly lit a cigarette in his heart.

Despite the Dark Temple element, he still doesn't know how to provoke Death.

The sorcerer Cangxing also stopped several natural disasters of the undead and caused heavy losses to the Dark Temple. Why didn't the God of Death come to find this vest?

Li Mingguang remembered the first time he met Death, when he was at a palace banquet in a certain country.

It has to be said that Grim Reaper's appearance is very deceiving.

When the barefoot, brown-skinned, red-eyed handsome boy with scorpion braids tied to his waist and gold rings on his left and right arms came in, he thought it was a foreign slave brought by the wicked king.

Then the slave hadn't taken a few steps, and everyone in the hall collapsed except him.

At that time, he still had the leisure to think that the beautiful boy was actually a murder weapon in the world, and guessed that the other party was probably a master assassin who was good at hiding his whereabouts.

As a result, the beautiful boy and him stared at each other for a while, and then as if remembering something, he called his name with a voice that was still in the voice change period.

At that time, he still had a magic weapon for camouflage, and was thinking about how the other party saw through it, when the beautiful boy suddenly reported himself.

Even thinking about it now, Li Mingguang still feels that everything has been fine so far.

At that time, he didn't know that Reaper was actually the leader of the chaotic camp, and he also held the attitude of giving way to the Dark Temple because of his mistakes.

And theoretically speaking, the wicked king happened to be his target, and the god of death solved it easily, so he should thank the god of death.

Li Mingguang remembered that he was still very innocent and said thank you earnestly.

He was just about to turn around and move the treasure house when the sickle fell unexpectedly.

Even though he had a lot of defenses on his body, he reacted extremely quickly to transfer, but he still got a shallow cut.

The Grim Reaper's brows and eyes were full of excitement, his eyes became redder, and he swung his sickle down again.

Apart from anything else, it would be crazy to fight suddenly without warning.

But he didn't want to fight this kind of psychosis at all. Although he felt sorry for the treasure house that he hadn't got yet, he still used the teleportation scroll decisively.

He runs, death chases, one plane is not enough, similar scenes are played out in hundreds of planes one after another.

At that time, he thought, this must be an enemy for many lifetimes.

Later, I learned to disguise my soul, and my life became much more stable.

At least I can sleep well.

In the middle of the night, you find that the scythe almost cut your neck, and the beautiful boy is sitting on the edge of the bed and laughing wildly and presumptuously at you... This is not a beautiful scene.

Looking back now, it's a miracle that he hasn't gotten ptsd yet.

And later... and later, he simply went to fight with the god of death, and prepared for a long time, and almost filled his body with buffs.

It is not a gentleman not to report grudges, you have to earn face by yourself.

That fight broke half of the abyss.

In the end, he burned half of the death god's body, and lost most of his life. Once he returned to the pre-liberation with nothing in his possessions, he was young and ignorant no matter what he thought.

If he chases, let him chase like a dog.

Fighting and hurting the body, so what did the superiors do? In the end, they got nothing except a word of awesomeness, and they also got a weird curse that couldn't be removed no matter what.

Experience and lessons, as a human being, you should be more Buddhist, and make money with kindness.

——He should have prepared more medicine, burned more gold, buffed it stronger, and simply killed this bastard!

As long as he doesn't fight, Li Mingguang thinks he can pretend to be old forever.

It doesn't matter if the god of death makes a move, and the teleportation scroll is also ready.

Anyway, he knew where his grave was, so it would be fine to change his appearance and get in. There would be no loss at all.

No matter how powerful you are, so what?

Can you guess my operation of digging my own grave!

After the silent observation, the god of death touched the familiar's head, and said in a low voice, "...is it really him?"

This human mage didn't even dare to look up at him. He was shaking all over his body, exuding a smell called fear, and he didn't look like he would speak provocatively or act beyond the rules.

But he makes demons not lie.

So you're pretending...?

Humans seem to be good at disguising, and it is indeed possible to pretend.

Then he is indeed an interesting prey. You can remember the smell first, and then hunt after you find that person.

Death has a plan.

He withdrew his gaze, but saw the gray eye that made him particularly concerned, and suddenly stretched out his arm.

He protected that person behind him, and there was a wordless threat all over his body, even the small broken crystals around him were much sharper.

— Interesting, really interesting.

The god of death was very satisfied with the way he looked at the prey. He let go of the hand holding the familiar, and smiled at them in a good mood, showing his sharp canine teeth.

The black envoy quickly rushed forward, letting out a long howl of a large beast.

The sky darkened in an instant, like the cloak of the god of death.

He took the cold wind and walked forward without even looking at these mages.

Only voices echoed throughout the square.

"I need you all to give godhood as a reward, not because I can't do it." Death said, "It's just..."

Just what?Many people have such doubts in their hearts.

Since this god can do it, why give them the chance?

Didn't the rumors say that there was a deep blood feud between Frostfire and Death God?

The god of death who mentioned this topic only smiled lightly, and did not continue to speak.

only?It's just because he finds it interesting.

He never felt that the person was really dead, because He didn't feel it.

But in doing so, when he wakes up, those eyes will be stained with beautiful anger, right?

Then entangle with him, fight with him, face instinct, and fight because of instinct.He will remain beautiful until he hunts and reaps him.

After that, that beauty will continue.

Death is eternity, death is immortality.

"I don't care how you live or die—"

He used the sickle to carve out a space, and took the lead in walking into the void where countless storms were raging.

"...Follow me, don't fall behind."

Li Mingguang didn't make the first batch, but waited for some people to walk away before signaling Wato and Yale to move with him, "You may see various scenes, but no matter what you see, remember one thing."

"—Those are just illusions created by the void storm, just visual deception."

When he traveled through the void for the first time and drifted in the sea of ​​stars, he saw the "city" in his memory.

Even if he was reminded by Ta Ling, he himself knew it clearly, but because of curiosity, he almost deviated from the expected route and was caught in the storm.

Later, when I saw more, I saw mountains as mountains and water as water.

Compared with various planes, it is safer to float in the sea of ​​stars, and Li Mingguang even feels a sense of kindness.

"Yes, we remembered!"

Watto answered quickly, his voice was loud and full of air, while Yale nodded at him speechlessly, showing a cute smile.

He was still holding the gift box with one hand in his arms, maybe he felt that he had found an opportunity, and wanted to pass the gift to Li Mingguang's chest.

But his movement was a step slower. Before the gift was handed out, the mage turned around and led them into the void.

The young man's beautiful gray eyes dimmed instantly, his mouth was biting unconsciously, and his head drooped slightly.

Watto couldn't help reaching out to touch his head, but he stopped abruptly when he raised his hand halfway.

Where Li Mingguang couldn't see, the young man's eyes were covered with ice scum, cold and stinging, and he refused to approach.

Including Watteau.

"There will always be a chance to give it to him..." Watto comforted him in a low voice, his attitude became natural again, and he seemed completely frustrated by that look.

"Okay."

Compared with his attitude, Yale's voice can be called soft and light.

He obediently followed behind Li Mingguang, looking at the mage quietly, occasionally showing a shy, fleeting smile like a flash in the pan.

But most of the time, he was preventing others from getting close to Li Mingguang. The small ice crystals circled around him were both decorations and weapons. Even mages who were squeezed inadvertently would still be overwhelmed by a chill.

Between the three of them and the other mages, there was a subtle vacuum.

And in this vacuum zone, Wato is faintly at an extremely subtle edge.

Li Mingguang didn't notice the little undercurrents around him.

In fact, thanks to the Netherstorm, he has almost completely immersed himself in the new ideas that popped up suddenly, and there are a lot of complicated and strange ideas in his mind just around the corner.

The high-rise buildings of the previous life and the buildings of the Emerald City appeared in the void at the same time, so he couldn't help thinking about something.

Although he doesn't miss the past, nor does he miss the emerald capital that has been away for more than 200 years.

He just thinks that mixing and matching may have a different effect.

After taking back the mage's tower and blowing up his luxurious single room together with the god of death, Li Mingguang estimated that he would have to go back to the emerald capital.

Counting from running away, he would occasionally receive messages from there, and he was not at a loss about the development of the Emerald City.

But to what extent has it developed over there, what new things have been researched by the mages, what new theories have been discovered... Such details are not very detailed.

You know, at that time, he also proposed the concept of magic technology and wrote many small papers, which aroused the interest of many mages.

If those mages think in this direction, maybe they can add trendy and cool technological attributes to magic?

He just looked at the scenery and remembered that there was a kind of hot weapon called a gun in his previous life, which had its prototype since the Middle Ages.

But here, he hasn't seen anyone use it yet.

If you can use a gun, stock up fireball or other arcane projectiles in advance, then it should be very happy to smash them out in a series, right?

No matter how lethal it is, Li Mingguang really wants one.

He thought it must be cool.

Have to find a chance to draw the blueprint.

It doesn't matter if the principle is different, the final effect is almost the same.

However, the one in his memory had to reload the ammunition by himself... As for the magic gun, as long as there is no conflict reaction between the combined parts and the magic pattern doesn't fail, it should be able to keep popping, right?

Li Mingguang was eager to try, wishing he could blow up his own grave and run back now.

Yale, who was ignored for a long time behind him, was very depressed.

The person who was staring at him wholeheartedly did not look back at him once. The young man with a slight cognitive impairment thought of the words in the book.

The book says to take the initiative, and you will have a chance if you take the initiative.

Biting his lip, after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't ask his sister to help, but rather abruptly grabbed the corner of Li Mingguang's clothes.

"Li, gift." Yale tried to say loudly, "If you don't like it, can you tell me what you like?"

As long as the other party likes it, he will get it no matter what, and then give it to him.

Li Mingguang didn't stop walking, he turned his head, helplessly, "I have received my wish, nothing else is needed."

"You're a mage, so there's no need to be so shy." He thought for a while, but still felt that Yale was a little too reserved, no matter in tone or reaction, he was like a little girl who fell in love for the first time.

Li Mingguang, who had already consciously assumed the identity of a senior, couldn't help worrying.

Good talent is good, if this goes on, what will happen after becoming famous?

You can't rely on your sister for all kinds of public relations, can you?My sister also has her own private life.

Finding that the person he admired was looking at him, Yale's pale and thin cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red again.

"I'm not shy," he retorted, "just, just because..."

Being watched like this, he was only too happy to have these reactions that he couldn't hide.

"Then let me change the word to be introverted and honest." Li Mingguang paused, "Is this statement acceptable...? A mage can be autistic, but don't be too introverted. If you are too honest, you will easily take the blame."

Yale blinked blankly: "...Huh?"

"We..." Li Mingguang wanted to use the food chain of the Council of Truth as an example, but held back.

It's so dangerous, I almost didn't stop my mouth, but fortunately, I reacted quickly.

"I heard," he corrected, "that there used to be a weak mage who stuttered, and he had some companions, but whatever happened to them, it was always his fault."

"Do you know why?"

"It's because he has a weak aura and a low voice. Everyone likes to see him anxious and helpless, and they always deliberately tease him."

What he was talking about was Thorium, the last chair of the Council of Truth, the underdog.

The daily routine of the Council of Truth is to hold meetings, fight and tease Thorium.

As the chairman of the parliament, Li Mingguang wanted to play a role model, so he never teased him.

But seeing Thorium being teased, he was also very happy, and he never stopped such behavior.

It can be said that the members of the parliament are all the speakers.

If this kind of thing happened to his own child, Li Mingguang would not be happy.

Thorium is a mature adult, but Yale is still a little-known little mage, can it be compared?

Besides, Thorium is not surrounded by shiny elemental crystals, so Yale is not as likable as Yale.

"Then...will you be happy?" Yale implied anticipation, "If you tease me, will you be happy?"

Li Mingguang shrugged and asked, "Why am I teasing you?"

He doesn't like to tease a cub like Yale who barely has the word "good" written all over his body. If he has to say it, he likes to tease the younger generation who will explode.

——That kind of bullying is more emotional.

Yale let out a disappointment, and then remembered something: "Then..."

In the sudden space turbulence, the youth's voice was cut into fragments by the wind.

Li Mingguang didn't bother to carefully identify what he said.

While protecting him and Watto behind him, he was still distracted to save people.

There are storms in the void, but some places are actually relatively mild, and the god of death can completely bypass it, but he chose the most violent and shortest path.

Because he had anticipated this situation in advance, he dealt with it quite calmly, and his reaction speed was also quite fast. Before many mages could react, he had already helped them.

This sudden spatial turbulence lasted only a few minutes.

After Li Mingguang dealt with it easily, he suddenly found a strange gaze staring at him.

The owner of the gaze - Yale, blushed.

"You, you..."

Li Mingguang didn't understand, so he was about to ask a question when another gaze swept over him.

The space turbulence is erosive. He moved too flexibly just now, so he didn't pay attention, and the small fixation technique attached to the hood failed to maintain it.

Because it is the same person, and Li Mingguang will not change his face because of his aesthetic anxiety.

If you look closely, Frostfire and Cangxing actually have some similarities.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year's Day, I wish you all a happy and successful year in 2020.

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