I wore it after killing the God of Light

As we all know, the Grim Reaper wanted his life to an almost paranoid degree, and even danced on his grave even at the expense of making such a big commotion.

And his vest is a bit like himself.

So the Grim Reaper actually wanted to find someone to hunt just now, but after finding out that he was not that similar...so he gave up?

In this way, descriptions such as short stature and short hair are also completely suitable.

Unknowingly, Li Mingguang, who almost became his stand-in, couldn't figure it out.

What is this for?I hated him until he died and didn't want to let go, and even wanted to find someone similar to continue to want to kill him.

It was the first time that Li Mingguang was hated to such an extent.

This will definitely not be his problem. He has always been very popular among mages, with countless followers, and his personality is definitely not bad.

It seems that the god of death is really sick, terminally ill.

After solving this confusion, he felt a lot more comfortable, and paid attention to the experiences of the siblings Watto and Yale.

Undead Scourge is extremely corrosive, erodes everything, erodes everything.

It may have originated from a premeditated plague, or it may have been directly formed by an army of cross-plane undead.In battles between the two camps, the Scourge often takes the lead due to its extremely fast regeneration.

Li Mingguang had already forgotten how the undead natural disaster happened, he was not on the front line.

At that time, he was wandering between various planes with the identity of Cang Xing, and met a sky dragon while wandering.

He helped Tianlong pay attention to the precious gems, and in return, Tianlong would teach him some dragon language.

Dragons can also use magic, but they study two completely different systems from the mages.

Li Mingguang's research on dragon language magic is to a large extent to see the essence through the phenomenon, trying to find out the fundamental difference between the two from the level of law.

The appearance of Tianlong undoubtedly provided great convenience.

It is better to have a strong person who can communicate directly, than for him to find the dragon habitat one by one and steal teachers in the name of exchanging ideas.

It was also because of the relationship between Tianlong that he would intervene in the natural disaster of the undead.

The Scourge of the Undead is extremely erosive, and the plane they were in was very close to the right side of the battlefield where the fighting was fierce at the time.

Without any warning, the natural disaster of the undead broke through the connection between the planes, swallowing half of the plane in the blink of an eye.

When the situation has developed to this extent, there will definitely be angels or the Holy Spirit descending to perform a great purification technique.

Both sides are enemies, and Li Mingguang has no plan to spread the muddy water.

He was planning to leave at that time, but the Tianlong who was traveling with him seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, and a flame burned up the undead army that was about to attack.

It seems that it was because there were too many frost dragons in the undead disaster.

The differences in camps have little effect on the Dragon Clan, and the Abyss Dragon Clan and the Sacred Dragon Clan are not enemies. As compatriots, although they do not have close contacts, they value each other.

Strictly speaking, the enemies of the dragon clan are considered undead creatures. After all, undead creatures will steal dragon corpses and train them into frost dragons.

Originally, he just wanted that Tianlong to owe him a favor, but later he became red-eyed and only wanted to win, so he didn't care so much.

Together with Tianlong, they suppressed the undead army backed by several planes, and left an insurmountable thick crystal wall at the edge where the undead had eroded, eliminating natural disasters from the remaining towns.

This is what the mage Cangxing did.

According to Watto's explanation, they came from the country that was just invaded by the undead at that time, and they were on the scene when the natural disaster happened.

Hiding in the place I think is the safest, I can only see the darker and darker sky outside and feel the darker and colder air.

Buildings are also engulfed in fog and everything is disappearing.

The person hiding a little further outside had turned into a skeleton, and the skeleton stood up unsteadily, then turned around and sank into the black mist.

Even if they didn't know exactly what death was at that time, they instinctively felt fear.

But he couldn't escape, he could only wait for himself to be engulfed and surrounded.

Just when they were desperate, everything around them was frozen, including the black mist that was about to devour them.

Watto and Yale survived by luck and escaped from the natural disaster.

After they were rescued, they realized what a thrilling battle had taken place, and they wrote down the benefactor's name.

But because of this accident, Yale was traumatized mentally and became introverted and unapproachable.

When I feel the negative power related to it, I can't control myself to attack.

Logically speaking, Li Mingguang also remembered that some survivors were brought out in time.

Yale's post-traumatic stress response is understandable, and his past is certainly sympathetic.

However, after explaining it this way, Watto's previous rhetoric does not make sense.

"Why do you respond to the recruitment of the God of Death? You just worship Frostfire, there is no need to take risks yourself."

News of his death would sooner or later spread throughout all the planes.

Li Mingguang asked calmly: "Maybe Yale is not aware of this, but you, the elder sister who has been taking care of her, don't know this?"

Was Watto so sure they wouldn't work with the undead?Taking a step back, the Grim Reaper was such a big target, wouldn't she be worried that Yale would rush forward regardless?

This doesn't make sense. The loopholes in Watto's words have reached the point where Li Mingguang can't ignore them.

"That's because..." Wato smiled reluctantly, "Yale promised me that I will try my best to restrain myself. There are a lot of mages this time, and we hope to get news about you."

"We have been looking for you, but there are too few clues to be found... Plus there have been rumors that you are collecting various manuscripts..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by her younger brother.

The young man's voice was a bit muffled and nasal, and he sounded inexplicably wronged: "Even if you can't find it, you will find it one day. If you come... the gift will be even better."

"Yale really likes you." Watto added, showing helplessness unconsciously, "I also had the same concerns you mentioned at the beginning, but I couldn't hold him back at all."

Therefore, they came here for two purposes, one is to take this opportunity to find out if any sorcerers have seen Cang Xing, and the other is to get the manuscript of Frostfire.

The two goals have no priority gap and are equally important.

"...Because I've always wanted to see you." Yale began to secretly look at Li Mingguang again.

He wanted to give him the best he could find.

Want to hear him praise himself, want to be watched by him.

The two talked to each other, Li Mingguang's heart softened.

...was he a little aggressive and cold just now?

The siblings have been working very hard to repay their favor, but they doubted and refused to say anything, and wanted to leave them irresponsible.

Think about it carefully, which mage can resist the temptation of Lord Frostfire's manuscript?Not to mention that Cang Xing is still an ice mage.

In addition, Cang Xing didn't exist in the first place, and Wato and Yale had been looking for him for decades, and it was completely normal that they couldn't find any news.

——They waded into this muddy water because of themselves.

After realizing this, Li Mingguang felt an indescribable subtlety even though he was the savior of his siblings.

Is this what it's like to have a fanboy?His fanboys and sisters are willing to risk their lives for him, and they can really move the mage world if they say it.

It would be even better if it wasn't for him.

The sorcerer, who has always been blind to himself, rarely feels guilty.

I'm sorry, he is not a good idol, and he doesn't deserve to be cooked like this.

Li Mingguang sighed for a long time, "Forget it... that's it, you guys follow first, and we'll talk after we go out."

Take the siblings for a walk in the tomb, and stuff them with something before going out, so it's completely clear, right?

Strange to say, regardless of his identity, he has rescued some people intentionally or unintentionally, but this is the first time he has seen someone as persistent and persistent as the siblings.

Both of them are still mages.

It would be great if I could use this persistence in researching spells.

"...Aren't you angry?" Yale's eyes brightened a lot, and he realized it later.

Li Mingguang was not angry at first, he shook his head, "It's not that I'm not angry, it's unnecessary, you just need to restrain yourself next time."

The words may be a bit harsh, but as a senior, he and Yale, a junior who obviously has a certain personality disorder, are more likely to live on their own.

He will do a good deed that day, and stop the other party when a similar situation occurs next time.

However, the probability of this is not high. Although the god of death has the intention of using him as a substitute, judging from the other party's subsequent actions, he should have given up.

——If you were really interested in him, you should have killed him with a sickle at that time.

His vest is still well covered now, instead of worrying about this and that, it is better to think about how to make a big deal and give the god of death a gift.

The god of death hates him, why doesn't he itch his teeth when he mentions the god of death?

If it weren't for the curse that the god of death gave him, he wouldn't have committed suicide at a young age.

It would be really rude not to take this opportunity to pay back.

Recalling the structure of his own tomb, and what traps were set at that time, Li Mingguang carefully planned what to do after taking back the mage's tower.

If it weren't for the fact that Death God had recruited so many mages, he would have simply blown up that little plane with Death God.

Li Mingguang was at the end of the team, and he was not too far behind. It was already very difficult for the mages to keep up with the God of Reaper. For a while, no one paid attention to him because of the incident just now.

No matter how it was discovered, the explosive news just disappeared without any splash.

This marginalized state made Yale happy, and he really didn't feel that Li Mingguang was angry, so he quickly recovered from the previous state of despair.

"There won't be a next time!" The young man promised, swearing.

Li Mingguang had reservations about this, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "It's best."

Yale was slightly taken aback, and his face blushed quickly again.

"... definitely will!" He hastily whispered, and it took him a long time to slowly recover, and continued to stare at Li Mingguang.

"That, that..." I didn't know what to think, and there was a different kind of expectation in the light gray eyes of the young man.

Li Mingguang: ...

Do you really think of yourself as a chick?But he doesn't look like that kind of particularly loving mage.

This doesn't fit the personality.

Li Mingguang was awkward, and his eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, "Just say anything."

"I just..." Yale's eyes couldn't help wandering, "Did I just...?"

Just when he was about to say something, Wato gave him a pleading look at the right time.Li Mingguang had no choice but to be patient and listen to the other party finish speaking.

Forget it, it's not easy for the siblings, so let him accommodate a little bit.

But Yale talked for a long time, but he didn't make it clear what he wanted.

In the end, even he himself became anxious, and he simply bent down halfway, leaned forward slightly, and cast a look full of expectation and eagerness at him.

Li Mingguang didn't understand what he meant, and his eyebrows frowned even deeper. Seeing this, Wato quickly gestured to him, and made a pleading gesture of putting his hands together.

...So, you want to be patted on the head?

Li Mingguang tentatively stretched out his hand and touched the fluffy head.He felt that he was extraordinarily loving today.

Is it true that all mages will eventually take the step of caring for the younger generation?

But consciously replacing the image of Yale with the few apprentices he knew well, Li Mingguang just wanted to burn their heads bald in front of their teachers.

Maybe it's because Yale is a poor little guy.

He quickly withdrew his hand, Yale stretched his neck forward, rubbed it twice quickly, and then reluctantly straightened his waist.

Li Mingguang was almost caught by the elemental crystals that suddenly lit up around him.

In view of this background, Li Mingguang can know that he is very happy without looking at the young man's expression at the moment.

It's just a pat on the head, and it's too easy to be satisfied, it's too coaxing.

But Li Mingguang couldn't laugh or cry when he thought of him hesitating for a long time just to ask for praise.

Although I promised and apologized, I don't think there is anything wrong with my behavior at all, and I am quite reasonable.

Sorry I was wrong, but dare next time.

For this reason, he decided to appreciate Yale.

Who made him a mage who knows his mistakes and repeats them, not only has no conscience, but also feels happy?

Completely ignoring the essential difference between the two, Li Mingguang, who quickly figured it out, returned to his previous state.

When he is happy, Yale is happy, Yale is happy, and Watto, who has always been centered on his younger brother, is also happy.

The atmosphere was good for a while.

Only the god of death walking in the front clenched his fist silently.

Even if it's just an inferior product that doesn't deserve attention, he still can't help but give his attention.

He told himself that it was only because of the gray eyes, but when he saw the other party touching the head of the gray eyes lovingly, his heart still tugged for a moment.

The Grim Reaper has a heart that doesn't beat. He doesn't understand what kind of feeling it feels like, he just finds it an eyesore.

Whether it was the gray eyes that made him feel somewhat familiar, or the owner of that hand.

The god of death thought for a long time, and classified this unexpected reaction as similar.

The gray eyes are the same as his, and the mage is a bit like that person-even if it is only a little similar in appearance, it is enough to have a picture.

Want to destroy, very annoying.

Because he has never been treated like this, there is only a fierce fight between him and that person, mixed with ice, fire and blood, and they will never stop until one party falls down.

—Why can't He do this?

The reason was attributed to that person's delay in returning to the embrace of death.

He blamed the reason on his failure to kill the opponent and bring him back to the kingdom of the dead.

The eyes of the young man whose true face was hidden in the black mist dimmed for a moment, and then burned even more fiercely.

It doesn't matter, He will get it soon, so it's good to be patient for a while.

Just like fruit is sweet enough only when it is ripe, His waiting will definitely be rewarded.

But before that...

before again—

At the entrance of the space-time rift, Death stopped for the third time for the mage whose name he didn't even know.

He coldly urged the mages following behind to go in, and reached out to stop the three people at the end of the line.

Still an eyesore.

Thinking of this, He forced Gray Eyes and the servants who followed him into the huge gap.

Only the mage is left.

Li Mingguang, who really wanted to ask him if he was so sick and went to treat him as soon as possible, stopped his swearing abruptly.

"Excuse me, what's your business?" The mage suppressed his anger and showed a fake smile.

If that person is stopped, he will definitely mock him.

Death was disappointed again.

As a substitute who failed as a substitute, Li Mingguang demonstrated self-cultivation very well:

"If you want to fight, you can go to a god of the same level of strength. I'm just a mage who was recruited here, and I don't have the ability to fight against you."

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't fall off the horse, he would have already been stuck with a blasting fire technique.

"Not all mages can fight against a god like you."

Anyway, he was boasting himself, and he tried to be humble, "Your Excellency Frostfire is just a special case. Even if I do have some reputation, in terms of strength, I am far from being able to compare with him."

grim Reaper:……

He clicked his tongue impatiently, and suddenly felt a sense of irritability from the bottom of his heart.

With a subtly similar appearance to that person, what he said was words that completely ruined his mood.

He somewhat regretted his rashness, but the man had already stopped him, and letting him pass without doing anything seemed unnecessary.

Grim Reaper doesn't do nonsense.

He withdrew the sickle that was blocked at the entrance of the cemetery, his tone was cold and stiff.

"... Stretch out your hand."

If you tell me to reach out, I will reach out?Neuropathy.

Thinking of this, Li Mingguang stretched out his hand with his dead fish eyes open.

He would like to see what else Death can do, Ye is ready to fight back at any time.

But death did nothing.

He just took a step forward, grabbed Li Mingguang's wrist, and placed it on his head.

Then, as if it would be stained with some garbage, he quickly withdrew.

Li Mingguang looked at the open palm, confused.

He didn't know that in a place where he couldn't see, the face of the god of death who was stingy with giving him alms was flushed.

--hot.

Is that the same for that person?

On the other side, Yale, who was sent into the space crack by the god of death before he could react, had a terrible expression on his face.

Black streamers of light flashed across the shining elemental shards surrounding him.

Watto stood behind him, expressionless.

The author has something to say: Grim Reaper: I'm not sour (loud)

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So far, all the slices are played.

dragon:?I don't want to lose face

The nutrient solution shows whether it has been pumped, why is it suddenly less...

The next update is still old time!

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感谢在2020-01-0105:24:16~2020-01-0206:35:31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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles for a good night's sleep;

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