I wore it after killing the God of Light

"How can it be?" Ta Ling was extremely flattering, "Just look at it, I think you want to lose weight."

Looking at his slick fur, Li Mingguang can only believe that there is a ghost.

The smile on his face is still hypocritical: "No one asked you to handle the work, so you are happy to control the mage tower alone?"

"No, no, no, without your leadership, I seem to have lost the direction of my life, and my whole body has no center of gravity..." Ta Ling promised, patted his chest.

It's kind of funny for a cat to do this.

Li Mingguang couldn't help pinching the back of its neck and picked it up, "Really?"

"This is my sincerity, truer than gold!"

"Oh, get to work then."

The slave owner had no emotion, and his voice was cold, "Let's just count it as a vacation. You have rested for so long, and it doesn't make sense if your work efficiency doesn't improve?"

He just said that he likes the mage tower and his tower spirit very much.

Ta Ling was wronged and aggrieved, not daring to be angry or speak out.It chewed up all the protests and swallowed them back, barely showing an ugly smile to the boss.

Even so, it still ran with its mouth full of trains: "Definitely, definitely, please rest assured that the leader. I will definitely complete the work and never disappoint the organization and your expectations."

"That's right, as long as you have this self-awareness." Li Mingguang carried it into the control room and put it on a separate seat next to him. "I'll explain what's going on later. First, scan how many mages are still inside." Still answering questions."

"Speed ​​up the countdown to answer the questions, and don't let them in when you get out."

The mage tower and his tomb are connected together, which can be regarded as a control center. The tower spirit acts as the calculation and operation program of the entire mage tower, and it is easy to do such things.

"Then detect where there are fluctuations in divine power, monitor the location at all times, and report the coordinates to me."

"Oh, and, I have calculated the shortest distance to the warehouse where the spell bomb is placed, and I want to go there."

Li Mingguang, who was serious about his work, was absolutely unambiguous, and gave instructions to Ta Ling in a few words.

"The shortest distance is required. In addition to the spell bomb, the warehouse where the guide scrolls are piled up is also opened for me. I will take it along the way."

Even Ta Ling, who was used to his vigorous and resolute attitude, couldn't help but choke.

Ta Ling couldn't help but click his tongue, "...The little security assistant reminded me friendly that it's fun to create an explosion for a while, and clean up the crematorium afterwards."

"We spent a lot of money on this luxurious maze!!!"

The tomb was built by himself, how much he spent is unclear?Li Mingguang raised his eyebrows and told Ta Ling to shut up mercilessly.

It's okay if you don't say it, but it hurts when you say it.

"Don't worry, you don't need to clean it up," he said.

"Wow, you're such a good boss, I knew you wouldn't have the heart to squeeze me so cute..."

Ta Lingsao had time to speak half, because the mage said:

"It's enough to fry it all. The more broken it is, the better. It doesn't matter if you clean it or not."

It swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the mage's inexplicably sharp side face, and cautiously asked, "...have you taken any medicine?"

"No...boss, did you take the wrong medicine?" It shook its head in confusion, and quickly changed its language, "I've said it all, don't drink experimental medicine, and it's easy to drink if you produce it yourself. Not to mention, the association hasn't Claims."

This is a selection maze that took several years to design. It is super fashionable and extremely difficult.

If he said it would blow up, he would blow it up, his boss was indeed a ruthless person with no feelings.

It is purely which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted. Li Mingguang was annoyed, "You can beep beep if you have a mouth, work!"

Some people look cold and serious on their faces, but they are actually bleeding silently from the wounds in their hearts.It was Li Mingguang.

Li Mingguang couldn't think about his little broken grave, for fear of heartache and regret.

This is painstaking work.

He went to the two storage rooms as quickly as possible, and took out the guide scroll which he dubbed the first and the spell bomb combined with goblin technology.

This is all in stock.

If it weren't for this incident, Tarling would follow a fixed procedure to replenish those stored in the tomb after they were exhausted until the last time.

It can be said that this is all the results of his hard work after shutting himself in the mage's tower for several years.

It's his liver.

If it weren't for the stamina potion, he would have died of overwork.

Li Mingguang actually doesn't know what will happen when these bombs are blown up at once.

But he thinks it should be cool.

Even if you don't want to kill the god of death, you must definitely let him eat a big pot.

Only when he thinks about this will he feel a little more balanced in his heart.

After making sure that he had put away everything and that the plan was correct, Li Mingguang began to pay attention to the specific work progress of Ta Ling.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Did you detect the reaction of the god of death?"

"The godhead reaction is located one hundred kilometers above, and the coordinates are 43, 48, 66." Ta Ling reported this way.

"...Wait, you just said the god of death, right?" It realized belatedly, "Is that one who has finally realized that just chasing after him won't work, and is planning a ghost marriage?!"

Li Mingguang was expressionless, threatening: "Say one more word, and I will let you have a grand burial with this broken grave right now, happy marriage."

Talling was shocked.

"Hey—don't do this, I just want to ease the atmosphere—" it justified itself, "Look, has the surrounding temperature risen a lot?"

"I advise you to study less strange things." Li Mingguang was unmoved, "How many mages are still in the maze now?"

"There are two more...they are still answering questions."

Li Mingguang frowned, "Didn't I tell you to send everyone out?"

Taring complained, "But they all answered correctly, boss!"

The labyrinth doesn't have a black box operation, so even if it wants to send people out, it can't do it.

Just after the vacation, he is going to make things difficult for others. This familiar style and outrageous attitude... is indeed his boss!

What else can Taling do but boast?It is on Li Mingguang's thief ship, and Li Mingguang steers the ship.One day, if you are in a bad mood and kick it down, it will not drown.

Being squeezed is already very miserable, how can I save my life if I don't have a strong desire to survive!

——He was so crazy that he even dared to blow up his own grave. He might demolish the mage tower someday!

The Mage Tower is its body, its lifeblood. Without the Mage Tower, it would have no home to return to. Not to mention being a tower spirit, it would become an orphan or something like that.

Who wants to be an orphan.

"...Forget it." Li Mingguang thought for a while, "Let them continue to answer the questions, it's just two mages, this level of casualties is not a problem."

He didn't think about it deeper, for example, those two mages were a certain pair of brothers and sisters.

One is that such coincidences are rare after all; the other is that he has specifically told them and asked them to do some things, which is a promise to keep in touch in the future, and Watto and Yale have no reason to stay there.

But many things cannot be considered in pure calculation, such as complex and changeable emotional factors.

"Then I don't care about it." Tarling paused, and continued to report, "The Mage Tower is in good condition overall, with 90.00% of its remaining energy, and there is no need to recharge and maintain it."

"You can leave anytime!"

Li Mingguang shook his head, "No, let's go later."

"Do a good job of deploying the defensive barriers, and maximize the energy supply of the protective cover. The defense targets are the surface and above."

Although I am very sorry, he is ready to give up on those two mages.

Most are more important.

In fact, whether the protective shield with the largest energy supply can withstand the impact is still another matter.Before the results came out, Li Mingguang didn't dare to promise that he would be able to save the mages who hadn't left yet.

Therefore, he will not do such an extremely risky thing as specially allocating a part of the energy.

If those two mages were to blame, then they would blame themselves for meddling.

"Listen to my orders later." He told Ta Ling, "I'll go up and fish out my own body first, and then I'll settle my grievances with the God of Death."

The grave he made by himself would be blown up if it was blown up, but even the corpse was blown up without leaving a pile of ashes for himself, which always feels a little weird.

It is no longer hopeful to be buried in the ground for peace, and his ashes cannot be released, and he will be completely blown up and evaporated in the world.

...This is too miserable.

He also instructed Taling some defensive precautions, and Li Mingguang sent it up to retrieve his body.

It might be a little narcissistic to say it, but he actually thinks he was pretty good before, his eyes are not as blue as they are now, and he is tall.

Not like now, shorty one.

Moreover, his soul has also had a certain impact on his body, and it is not yet possible to determine whether the development has been completely fixed before the inspection.

If the development is fixed, he will be a dwarf in the future.

Li Mingguang couldn't forgive the fact that his enemies were all taller than him.In the past, he still had a god of death who could find psychological comfort.

Before the scene in front of him completely changed, Li Mingguang sighed.

As soon as he regained his composure, he was struck black by the scene in front of him.

—The Grim Reaper passed through the door.

This fact had a great impact on the mage, making him dizzy and staring at the star, and he stood there for more than ten or 20 seconds before he could react.

But the good news is that Reaper doesn't notice him, or notices, but doesn't care at all.

——There is something more worthy of attention in front of him.

The Lord of the Dead Kingdom, who looked like a young man, was caressing the coffin intently.

His movements can even be called gentle, at least Li Mingguang has never seen him so cautious.

Death opened the coffin.

Seeing that he was about to be whipped to death, Li Mingguang choked for breath, and almost couldn't hold back his hands directly.

"Cold, calm down, the energy supply has not been fully transferred to the protective cover!" Ta Ling desperately stopped him in his consciousness, "It is not advisable to die together! Wolf cubs are not worth it!"

"..." Li Mingguang held back.

He couldn't bear to watch, so he simply closed his eyes and prepared to leave directly, even throwing away his own ashes.

It must be the reason why children can't be tied to wolves.

That's all, he believes that he will always have a way to become taller in the future.

If it doesn't work, after the mages have tossed out the magic science thing, he will perform an operation to add bones to himself.

As long as you have enough power to act, nothing is impossible.

Saying that he closed his eyes, Li Mingguang couldn't help but glanced at it quietly from the corner of his eye before leaving.

It's okay if you don't sweep it, but if you sweep it, your sanity will almost be smashed.

There is no plot like whipping the corpse, and the whole picture has nothing to do with blood.

He saw the god of death lift himself out of the coffin in his youthful state, put one of his hands on his shoulder, and put the other hand around him likewise.

Maintaining this posture, the Grim Reaper half hugged him and kissed his lips.

It wasn't an instant breakup, but a deep kiss that was reluctant to leave after a while.

Just when Li Mingguang wanted to pretend nothing happened, the God of Death turned his head slightly and looked at him.

"You can't compare."

With that said, he kissed her again.

... Fuck.

The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and Li Mingguang's mood at the moment could no longer be described simply as shock.

His scalp was tingling.

Ta Ling, who had been closely monitoring the situation here, was also shocked, and screamed in his mind abnormally.

"My God! What is this scene that is even weirder than a ghost marriage? It's so exciting!"

"...I stand in for myself? I see my enemy kissing me and provoking myself?"

"Whether it's fighting or running, I'm the one who came first, why is the corpse first named..."

Li Mingguang was already in a daze, but when he was quarreled by it, his mood became even worse: "...shut up!"

He forced himself to calm down, telling himself that necrophilia is just a niche hobby, even though it's weird, it should be respected...

fart!

He has to take away the ashes of the god of death today, and if he can't take them away, he will take his own first.

I have never experienced such an extremely weird scene of Bai Xue, and the defense line of the always rational mage collapsed.

"You, you..." He couldn't help raising his hand, pointed his index finger at the god of death, trembling all over, and couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

The Grim Reaper was still holding his corpse, not letting go.

"I ran away, but it's okay, I can always find you." He said to himself, and suddenly remembered that there was another living creature at the scene.

He is also a mage.

When he stretched out his hand before, his body was hot.

To be alive is to generate heat.

If the lips He just kissed were warm, and what He held in His arms was also warm enough to melt ice, what would it be like?

Death hates the temperature of life, just as he hates the existence of the sun.

But if it was that person, he couldn't tell what it felt like for a while.That is something more complex than He can say.

——He should die, only death is the destination, only death is eternal.

A voice said so.

—but if he's hot and soft, he doesn't seem to be disgusted by cuddling.

There was also a voice to refute.

The god of death couldn't get an answer, and he attributed the source of the problem to another mage present.

He blinked, and a stream of light flashed across his scarlet eyes, which was shot out like an arrow by the scythe on his back. The blade had the tendency to divide the surrounding space, and sparks splashed out of the air along the way.

It is impossible to determine whether the temperature is good or bad, as long as the person who has the temperature is also cooled down.

As long as the other party doesn't exist, he doesn't need to do those meaningless thoughts.

Li Mingguang, who had the Death Scythe reflected in his eyes, smiled back in anger.

Instead of avoiding it, he chose to resist with a magic shield, and put a small double shield inside to dissipate the impulsive force that was about to be crushed.

He walked forward with a sneer against the pressure of the aroused wind, and finally he was able to swear all the words he had been holding back since he met the god of death.

Start with an idiot and end with an idiot.

Li Mingguang scolded a lot.

"Corpse-lovers, are you deliberately messing with me? I'll take him with your ashes now!" The mage gritted his teeth, and the back molars creaked.

He didn't work so hard to embalm the god of death for cheap!

Ta Ling is still reporting the progress of energy conversion, and the recharging of the shield has completed more than 90.00%.

At this level, Li Mingguang can withdraw.

But he didn't, he set up a big fire with his backhand, and dozens of blasting flames shot at Death God.

If you say raise the ashes, you will raise the ashes, and you will never be vague.

His strength has not yet recovered, and these flames were catalyzed by the crystallization of elements hidden in the luxurious single room before.

Not to the extent that it could save a life, but the collecting habit did help him a lot at the moment.

There is a saying that is not called...the crematorium?

He thinks it's pretty good, now that the deluxe single room is a crematorium, his pyro-explosion technique is guaranteed to be more effective than a high-temperature incinerator.

Can't burn Death, can't he burn himself?

Just when he was about to make persistent efforts, Ta Ling shouted:

"...All the energy has been transformed, hurry up if you want to explode, it only lasts for a few minutes!"

Li Mingguang's movements froze for a moment.

Reluctantly, he stopped the chant of the Meteorite Scourge and threw a few fireballs instead.

The sickle has returned to the hand of Death, who is holding the man in one hand and holding the sickle in the other.

The black mist that concealed his face dispersed as early as during the fight, and the black-haired and red-eyed boy stood in the flames, his scorpion braid shaking slightly behind his head.

He is Shura, and he looks like a harmless little poor man.

"You are..." He opened his mouth, his pupils shaking violently.

The fight just now was very familiar, which gave him quite a shock.

The god of death will not admit that kind of familiarity.

Human beings are good at deceiving and misleading, and human beings love to pretend and deceive.

He knew it from the beginning, but he still made the mistake of taking it for granted.

But He has remembered and will not do it a second time.

The protective cover with a faint blue light swayed away like water waves, and the range shrank rapidly.

At this moment, Li Mingguang released all the spell bombs and guiding scrolls, and they detonated together.

Violent shaking, the earth is buzzing.

Even the air made a crackling sound, and the space was also slightly distorted by the explosion.

Real men never look back at explosions, and Li Mingguang certainly wouldn't look back either.

Despite the fact that the power of the bomb is beyond imagination, with his current strength he can't force it.

If the speed is not faster, he will be killed by himself.

"Wow, you were really cool just now, let me tell you—" Ta Ling pointed out the route while maintaining the protective cover, trying to make Li Mingguang not so tense, "The most beautiful boy among the mages, no, the most handsome boy among the mages! "

The shrinking of the protective cover was completed, Li Mingguang had almost just reached the surface, when a heat wave hit from behind.

Under the impact, he almost lost his footing, and a large area of ​​mages on the surface fell down.

With a quick glance, he didn't see Yale and Wato, who must have left.

He announced calmly, "I will inherit everything including the mage's tower."

"...So you exploded?!" A mage couldn't help but questioned.

Li Mingguang looked in the direction of the voice and smiled, "It's okay, the god of death is below, it's not a loss."

The mages were shocked, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be the case.

Reaper and Frostfire have enmity, Cang Xing inherits Frostfire's mantle, and if he doesn't blow him up, he will blow up who else.

Can do this...

Someone glanced resentfully at the plane beneath their feet, which was mostly collapsed and had begun to gradually disintegrate.

Can't tell, Cang Xing, who is used to keeping a low profile, is also a ruthless person.

In order to inherit the cause of being right with God, even the teacher's grave was taken care of.

The mages felt this way, and they all agreed.

Feelings are emotions, sour mage towers are sour mage towers, they still took a ride and let Li Mingguang evacuate this small plane that was about to collapse.

As for how the god of death is going to be, and what will happen next, that's not something they can care about.

The collapse of the plane is still continuing, and the overall structure of the tomb passage has tended to collapse.

Reaper's little half arm hangs there, and there are many bloody places on his body.

He was rarely in such a mess.

But the corpse was fine, and his nerves could be provoked by the mage as always, so Death didn't care about this injury.

He's already got half of it.

The Grim Reaper, who had achieved his goal in another way, walked out of the tomb step by step, without the urgency he had when he came.

There are people waiting for him outside, the plane around him has almost collapsed, and most of his feet have stepped into the void.

He stopped the god of death, with air-conditioning all over his body.

Reaper looked up and was not surprised when he saw those gray eyes.

But he didn't want to play this kind of trick with the other party, so he just said lightly: "Get out of the way."

Regardless of Li Mingguang's previous contact with him, the god of death, who has always been unreasonable, spoke like this, which is pity and a mockery of the loser.

"You don't even know yourself, so don't interfere with my affairs."

Yale didn't leave, because the equation that Frostfire equals Cangxing was quietly established in his mind, and he wanted to leave confirmation.

But he didn't wait for Li Mingguang, what he waited for was the Grim Reaper holding the mage's former body.

New and old grievances are added together, and it is difficult not to draw swords.

All the embarrassing and flustered actions of a young boy were just in front of Li Mingguang to win the Master's attention and concern.

"This sentence is also for you." The young man pursed his lips, "You know who you are?"

Taking this sentence as an opportunity, many fragmentary memories flashed in his mind.

About darkness, about the abyss.

The author has something to say: Mage Tower: Fortunately, I am not an orphan.

Guang Guang (with no expression on his face): Sorry, I am.

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