I wore it after killing the God of Light

It may be because the appearance of human beings is generally not much different, so as long as the hair color and eye color are the same, it is easy to be mistaken for another person.

The world of the dead does not look at the appearance, no matter what kind of creature, the most essential characteristics will be manifested in the soul.

The mage's soul is mediocre, far less pure than the personal brilliance in his heart, and can only be regarded as a slightly rare gift.

But the god of death couldn't help but look over.

Maybe it's because that person has been avoiding himself, he only remembers the appearance of the other party's soul clearly, but he has somewhat forgotten the specific appearance.

Black hair, blue eyes.

...Is that so?

The Grim Reaper stopped and raised his jaw slightly at Li Mingguang, "...you, come here."

Li Mingguang:? !

His camouflage skills are very good, and when his strength has declined and his characteristics do not match, the god of death has no reason to find him.

And if the god of death found out that he was Frostfire, he would have cut him with a scythe, how could it be so peaceful.

Perhaps the act of saving people just now caused the God of Reaper's displeasure?After all, he has also warned, if you can't keep up, you will die.

Li Mingguang, who was actively building his mind and felt that he had guessed the reason right, tried to keep calm.

In the worst case, just pretend to be solved and run away, and then run back in another way.

Thinking in this way, he was about to step forward to start the performance, but a strong force grabbed his sleeves and pulled him along with his whole body.

"..."

This looks like an adult, don't be like a child, and you are wronged and tear your clothes.

"It will be fine." Li Mingguang explained patiently, "If it doesn't work, I can run away too. Let go of your hands."

Yale shook his head stubbornly, but clenched his sleeve tightly.

He didn't speak, but just looked at Li Mingguang stubbornly, like a very stubborn creature like a little calf.

Li Mingguang didn't even bother to get angry with him, and directly cut the small corner of his clothes with the wind blade.

He can still run when the god of death deals with him. Yale, a young mage who has just started practicing, what should he do if he is targeted by such a boss-level character?

Sure enough, the seemingly obedient and clever junior is actually the most worry-free type?

Li Mingguang gave up the idea of ​​raising a well-behaved apprentice.

It's still too much trouble.

Yale opened his mouth, wanting to ask to stay, but saw the sorcerer waving his hand at him very coolly, calling the sorcerer in front to get out of the way.

Unable to say anything, he directly proved his determination with actions, and walked behind the other party step by step.

Li Mingguang didn't know what to say, and was even a little funny: "You are really..."

I used to use children as a metaphor before, just because Yale is quiet, well-behaved, introverted and shy.

Who knew that he was actually a cub in every sense.

Li Mingguang himself had the illusion that he was being stuck by a chick.

What Yale is looking for should be a teacher who can take care of himself, longing to be sheltered under the other party's wings and get protection and guidance in the process of growth.

Cangxing saved Yale and is a very powerful mage, so he unconsciously showed that kind of dependence.

But Cang Xing's identity is just a vest.

No such mage exists.

There are people in the world who just don't have any plans to accept apprentices. In the matter of inheritance, they can't wait to put future disciples to death.

This kind of well-behaved mage is not suitable for his school, so no matter how cute and excellent Yale is, he will not be tempted.

... Well, if there is a chance in the future, it is not impossible to help introduce a few seniors who are highly respected, mild-tempered, and can't find suitable disciples.

Who made this pair of siblings, although they were abrupt at the beginning, their personalities are quite likable.

Li Mingguang firmly refused to admit that he was simply interested in Yale's elemental crystals, and was seduced by Bright.

He is a mage with integrity and strength of character.

"...I, I won't let anything happen to you!" Yale lowered his eyes unconsciously, swearing like this.

Li Mingguang was even more overjoyed. He was in a good mood and didn't mind teaching the children a lesson on the spot. "First of all, I am much stronger than you. If this happened, you must have had the accident first."

"Secondly, how can I be considered an elder? I protect you when something happens, not you protect me in turn."

"In the end, a good mage is a good mage who does what he can." After a pause, Li Mingguang leaned slightly to the side, and then continued, "I will be distracted if you come here, even if you have good intentions, you will actually do bad things .”

But Yale, when he actually heard the phrase I protect you, his brain went blank and he exploded completely.

He lowered his head quietly, even the tips of his ears were astringent.

Li Mingguang has stopped.

He didn't go any further, because the god of death couldn't help coming over by himself.

It took a lot of time to talk and walk at the same time.

Li Mingguang felt no guilt, his eyes were empty, and he began to play dumb in front of the god of death.

Needless to say, this feels quite sour.

So what did the god of death want him to do?

"You." The god of death opened and closed his lips, speaking concisely, "your eyes are too blue."

Li Mingguang, who was confused, slowly raised a question mark.

What does the color of his eyes matter to Death?He also planned to get colored contact lenses to make himself double black.

This has to be taken care of, don't be a god of death, just be a policeman in the God Realm.

The Grim Reaper was still staring at him, and Li Mingguang, who wanted to roll his eyes but couldn't, felt uncomfortable.

"The hair is also short." After a while, the god of death said again, "It should be longer."

There are already sharp-eared mages who are keenly aware that something is wrong.

A majestic high god...let's call it a high god, why pay so much attention to what a mage looks like?Still think this and that.

Li Mingguang's hair could reach his shoulders, and he thought it was long enough.

Although there are many times to chant mantras, mages are not melee-type occupations.

Because it is not a melee class, and some spells have a certain impact, when chanting a spell, the hem of the clothes will always float up.

Many mages have long hair, but they fight gracefully anyway.

And some mages who don't have long hair and are not used to showing their heads in public will also specially wear two long side bangs for this reason, which are exposed outside the hood.

That kind of mage, it's okay if he doesn't take off his hood, but once he takes off his head, his head looks like a cockroach's beard.

It's weird, and the trendy value is still low.

In the past, Li Mingguang was very fashionable, with long black and straight hair and low ponytail. When he was not in a meeting and did not need to show his status as a mage, he could use his magic wand as a cane to pretend to be a nobleman.

Not to mention that it takes a lot of effort to take care of long hair, and the hair growth potion consumes a lot

So he didn't plan to keep it too long this time, just over the shoulders.

Here Li Mingguang couldn't restrain his desire to complain anymore, and the god of death was still looking at him with a strangely focused gaze.

He moved forward a little, and after standing still, he grabbed Li Mingguang's chin directly, forcing the mage to look up at him.

The sorcerer pretended to be pinched uncomfortably, and rolled his eyes openly.

One is because he is not as tall as the god of death now; the other is because the god of death does not reveal his true face, no matter how he looks at it, he can only see black mist, making it look like a horror movie.

Moreover, the god of death had strong hands, and he was a little hurt from being pinched, and he already wanted to do it.

Reaper said with teasing dislike, "It's so short."

Li Mingguang: ...

I don't know if I should say mmp or not.

He used to be considered short among adults, but now he is also considered short among teenagers. What annoys him the most is that others talk about his height.

He feels uncomfortable if this mmp doesn't say it.

Make who is uncomfortable, and you can't make yourself uncomfortable?

Li Mingguang squeezed the teleportation in his hand, and directly slapped away the paw that the god of death was pinching his chin.

At this moment, he turned his eyes to the young man covered in mist, hooked the corners of his mouth, and pulled out a piercing smile.

The mage's eyes were filled with frost, and his eyes were full of mockery: "The dwarf laughed at the dwarf, did the head get water?"

"You can't find your head in the crowd at a glance. Are you willing to ask? Do you have a key?"

The god of death was stunned, and didn't realize what it meant, but saw the mage's smile with a bit of cruelty, and said word by word: "You dwarf, how many do you match?!"

Reaper, I was picked on today because of my height.

Li Mingguang was relieved. He didn't forget that there was Yale behind him, so he quickly passed his hand over.

It is the truth to slip away after you have a good time.

But he even waited for two more seconds, but he didn't wait for Yale's hand.

The Grim Reaper was probably stuck there like a black iron rod because he didn't expect that someone would dare to scold him.

The scene was dead silent for a while, and Li Mingguang was very embarrassed.

He turned his head to check on Yale's situation, and just as he was about to run away, the young man suddenly raised his head.

Yale's eyes were red, but his eyes were angry.

Li Mingguang's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that the gaze had passed him directly, staring straight at the god of death, as if he wanted to shoot him straight through.

It may be an illusion, he seemed to hear the sound of teeth grinding.

Yale warned sharply, "Don't touch him!"

"You came first, but he is my target." Death tilted his head.

Until just now, he had only become a little interested in the mage who didn't even know his name.

Because that person always treated him like that, just for a moment, he even thought that person was right in front of him.

Based on this alone, he should also be hunted by himself.

There is only one best one, but other similar ones should also be collected and not leaked to others.

He didn't even draw out the sickle, the black mist surrounding his body automatically swallowed the fine ice edges that stabbed him, but he didn't fight back.

They skipped over Li Mingguang directly, their swords drawn.In other words, Yale unilaterally stabbed Death.

Things took a turn for the worse.

Obviously he was the god of death who provoked him, and Yale was his little fanboy.

Why did he have no name in this three-person movie?

Could it be that he is not worthy?

Li Mingguang didn't need to pinch his teleportation technique anymore, he let go of the fingers of his left hand that had been close together since just now, and grabbed Yale who wanted to rush up, intending to fly moths to the flame.

Yale brought more trouble than expected, so that he unconsciously frowned and felt a headache.

What's up with this kid, fledgling plot?

Is this the fledgling plot?

Let's deal with the mess in front of us first.

If Yale couldn't explain his actions well, it would be wiser to part ways once they arrived at their destination.

...Unfortunately, he thought he was a good boy.

"I hope you will forgive us for our unintentional offense."

Li Mingguang apologized in a rather formulaic tone, talking nonsense with his eyes open.

"I'm not used to being approached, and the apprentices behind me can't fully control the power. Since we are mages, you must have heard the rumors when we recruited. The different habits of each mage should be respected."

However, his ability to tell lies is very strong, and he can even preemptively raise the banner, "The people present are all mages, I hope you can respect them and do as the Romans do."

The mages who heard these words: ...

It seems that something is wrong, and it seems to be right.

Many of these people recognized the existence of Li Mingguang's Vest, and felt a little disillusioned while being confused.

The agreed-upon taciturn combatant, low-key, indifferent and not causing trouble?

——Mage Cang Xing, so he is such a person.

Li Mingguang still doesn't know about the destruction of his character, he is paying close attention to the reaction of the god of death.

The Reaper's reaction was quite strange. Li Mingguang could feel that he was looking at him again, as if he was making a decision.

What's so good about him, isn't it good for Death to look in the mirror by himself?

"...You just apologized." The Grim Reaper was silent for a while, then said indifferently, and lost all interest in the mage in the blink of an eye.

That person would not bow his head and apologize, but would try to deflate him in various ways while running away.

If I apologize, it's not like that at all.

"Apologizing won't work."

He lacked beginning and end in his speech, and did not reveal any intention to explain. He was stingy with giving even the extra eyes, and turned around directly.

"Coming."

……are you crazy!baffling.

Li Mingguang stood still for a long time, until he was about to get out of the advancing mage army, and he came back from the complex emotions.

Yale has been standing by his side, and Watto has not left.Seeing that they were all right, she was more than a sigh of relief.

"Follow up first." Li Mingguang exhaled, "I'll talk about what I have to say later."

If he really wanted to fall behind, he couldn't explain why he knew the way.

During the whole process, Yale was uncharacteristically cautious and looked anxious no matter how he looked, even the sound of ice crystals colliding around him became much more muffled.

After ensuring that he would not fall behind, Li Mingguang slowed down his pace.

He spoke almost at the same time as the young man who wanted to explain but hesitated to speak.

Looking at each other, Yale quickly withdrew his eyes like an electric shock, timidly.

It looked as if he knew he had done something wrong.

"Okay, then I won't say it, you can tell it." Li Mingguang said, "Why did you attack suddenly just now?"

Watto covered his mouth in surprise.

She stood at the back, only knowing that they had a dispute with the god of death, so she was always in fear.

... Yale, did you attack the god of death?Watto's eyes were full of doubts, giving birth to a sudden realization that maybe he didn't understand Yale.

No, no, Yale is her brother who depends on each other, what is she thinking?

Didn't she also admire His Excellency Cang Xing?

Young people who are not good at communication find it extremely difficult to explain and stammer.

"He touched you, don't let him touch you."

"...He is very cold, he will die if touched, no, you can't let him..."

He opened his mouth almost helplessly, and Li Mingguang saw the slender and long eyelashes trembling unconsciously, and his heart was itchy.

I can't even explain it well, so what is this?

"Don't be angry, I... I will change it, I will." Yale assured him intermittently.

Li Mingguang didn't say much about the intention of parting ways, but the other party seemed to have noticed it, and he didn't know whether it was a keen nature or pure animal intuition.

"Contacting with the god of death will indeed lead to the loss of life, but if he wants to kill someone, whether it is as a deterrent or pure revenge, there will be no room for that person to react."

The process of dying may be painful, but the concept of death itself has no chance for the victim to express his feelings.

No matter what the reason is, there is no way to excuse Yale's previous behavior.

He made up his mind, ignored the drooping young man, and continued: "I also reminded you to do what you can."

"After arriving at the destination..."

There may still be contact with the god of death in the tomb, and he can no longer take Yale.

Before he finished speaking, Watto, who had probably pieced together the development of the incident, interrupted him hastily.

"No, it's not like this...you listen to my explanation!" The older woman hurriedly said, "It's understandable that you don't plan to continue traveling when something like this happens, and Yale already knows that he has brought you a lot of trouble." trouble."

"Please believe me, he didn't mean to..."

Thinking of the past and the things they experienced, Wato's voice choked up, almost crying.

She forcefully coughed a few times, and then continued: "...I beg you, even if you use me instead, please don't hate him just because of this."

Her Yale loved the mage who had saved them so much, how could she make her dear brother sad?

"After that incident, when he encountered a similar situation, it was difficult for him to control himself... He worships Lord Frostfire, but he admires you even more. If you get hurt, he will probably never forgive himself."

Li Mingguang carefully analyzed her words, and felt that Yale's symptoms were a bit like post-traumatic stress reactions.

But that's not his primary concern.

After Wato mentioned his tuba, Li Mingguang finally came back to his senses.

It seems... The god of death reacted abnormally, starting after he showed his face?

The author has something to say: It’s actually a stand-in (x)

You can guess freely about the relationship between the siblings haha

Day [-]!feel good, continue tomorrow