The wrong way to open the starting point

Maureen came to the alley to wait again.

In view of the risk of being discovered when using all communication products such as magic crystals in the Forbidden City, he made an appointment with Ivy that if there was news, it would be sent here at dusk, so Mo Lin had to come to this remote place every day place for a walk.

It's the same today.

The setting sun is a warm orange, and the building is covered with a layer of soft light to bring back thoughts to the past. Mo Lin looked at the original location of the Duke of Bailu, feeling lost.

Maybe there is no news today. Mo Lin stared at the sun for a while, maybe because he stared at it for a long time, and suddenly felt a yellow dot jumping down from the sun, coming here by jumps——

"Haw!"

He rubbed his eyes, only to realize that there was a little yellow chicken at his feet. The difference from ordinary chickens lay in its size and the letter tied on its front paws.

Mo Lin opened the letter in a complicated mood. As expected, it was Ivey who informed him that everything was ready. Although this is good news, it is true, but the contact method is too weird, right?

The boy with short flaxen hair supported his forehead, suddenly feeling weak all over.

Should this be called bold?

After living for so many years, it was the first time Mo Lin saw this kind of messenger.

What if the yellow chicken is caught or other accidents happen?Wait, is this chick not ordinary?With a thought, Mo Lin squatted down and met a pair of black bean eyes.

Xiaoji was startled, thinking that Mo Lin was going to say something, so he looked at him seriously.

1 minute passed... 3 minutes passed... 10 minutes passed... "Bad guy!" The yellow chicken yelled contemptuously and flew away.

Mo Lin: "... so it can fly." He couldn't understand the bird's call, but why did he always feel that he could see disdain and contempt from the bird's expression?

Oh, it must be an illusion.

There is never a shortage of news in the capital, and in recent days there has been a piece of news that has been crushing people's mouths: Aria Elmo will challenge Elvis Zermasia!

Aria is quite a legendary person.

This crimson-haired, red-eyed young man looks handsome and ruthless. He is the only son of Earl Emer. This family that fought for the empire is rich in swordsmen. Aria is as obsessed with cultivation as her predecessors. She is a typical fighting madman. Practicing is challenging. The person who wants to challenge the most is undoubtedly the Son of Glory himself. Unfortunately, due to various coincidences, he has never met.

Today, he is already a top swordsman tempered in battle, and he has touched the threshold of a sword master, and it is possible at any time, but he has been unable to make further progress.

At this time about to fight 'Elvis', the intention could not be more obvious.

It is conceivable that if there is no male stallion master who has a golden finger in this world, Aria boy will be the well-deserved number one master of human beings.

In another world, Ye Zi once met him in the Beast Race, and was deeply impressed by his talent for getting lost, which was far superior to his own.

Lost to the point where the orcs couldn't find their way back, so Earl Emer had to send out mercenary missions to find his son everywhere, thinking about it was drunk.

"Crack!" The stallion hero dropped another cup.

The glory has not been able to be erected so far, and the temper of 'Elvis' is getting worse day by day. He has tasted the taste of setbacks for the first time as he grew up accustomed to smooth sailing. Disadvantages - fragile and suspicious, ruthless, moody... These shortcomings were not absent in the past, but they were all suppressed by his handsome appearance, high strength and gentlemanly demeanor. The shortcoming is particularly heavy.

"Aria," 'Elvis' darkened, chewing on the name word by word: "I want him to die!"

Elaine asked in surprise, "What's the matter with you?" This kind of challenge would happen once every few months. In the past, the Sons of Glory won very beautifully and with grace, and occasionally guided the challenger, leaving a good story every time. It can be said that it is one of the favorite events of 'Elvis'.

The stallion hero was willful without any perspective: "Who told him to bump into him at this time!"

Seeing that he had made up his mind, and the other people at the dinner table couldn't calm down anymore, Trieste persuaded softly: "El, I know you are in a bad mood, but there is no one on this continent who is yours." The opponent, Aerea is the only son of Earl Emer, so why kill them all?"

The peace-loving elf princess also said: "Just let him lose a bit more ugly."

'Elvis' glanced over and saw that everyone was disapproving, and sneered again and again: "Why, have you taken a fancy to that little boy?"

Everyone: "..."

Emily exploded in an instant. This girl who was with the stallion man when he was a poor boy in the country couldn't learn to be tactful. She slapped the table and stood up: "Elvis, what are you talking about?" nerve?"

"I'm crazy?" 'Elvis' laughed strangely: "I finally understand, all of you don't love me at all!"

With a hoarse voice, he began to roll his name: "Sevilla, if I don't become your backer, how can you win over the power of the Holy See? Beverly, the succubus' desire is very strong, have you gone to steal? ? Qi Lier, what are you doing without talking all day long, do you think you are worthy of your mentor by putting on a weird look?..."

The lack of grooming for many days made 'Elvis' look a bit rough, with black hair curled up, collar turned up, and eyes turning blue.He hadn't gone out for a long time, and he hadn't even practiced in the yard. His honey-colored skin gradually turned pale, not a healthy color, but a sickly white.

The appearance has declined, but the IQ seems to have increased?

Ye Zi was thinking about this special way of washing skill points. Nowadays, at least the stallion male lead no longer has the weird concept of "women love me to death", but his EQ is still as low as ever, so don't say it when you see it okay?Alas, the atmosphere is really unbearable.

Inferring that this meal might not be finished properly, Ye Zi quickly piled some favorite, expensive, and unavailable dishes on the little fox's mouth, and took a few bites himself, before he could taste the taste , the fire burned to himself——

"Ivy, my cheap brother, heh..."

Before 'Elvis' could finish speaking, Ye Zi interrupted him: "Look at your appearance now."

"Your clothes are disheveled, your speech is inappropriate, and you have no manners... Where is your glory?" The dark eyes are still so clear, but they can't see the bottom. : "As you are now, if you don't have some strength, who would want to be with you?"

The little silver fox squeaked a few times, as if agreeing with its master.

It has been seven days since 'Elvis' lost his ability to sow seeds. According to Molin's prediction, the Sons of Glory will drop at least one level in fighting spirit and magic power tonight.

Ye Zi felt a little pity, which meant that he was about to bid farewell to the top luxury enjoyment in the Forbidden City, but the stallion hero didn't let him finish his meal, it was really cruel.

Speaking of which, the trouble has come to this, presumably his wives have suffered a lot in private during the past seven days, right?These thirteen harems are not fuel-efficient lamps. If their patience and friendship are exhausted, it's okay if they have strength, but if they don't have strength...the picture is so beautiful that I don't dare to think about it.

It is true that what Ivy said hit the nail on the head, but good advice is always harsh, 'Elvis' was completely blown up, and he laughed angrily: "You are right, I still have strength, hahahahaha——"

A strong sense of oppression radiated, and the creatures in the hall felt chest tightness and shortness of breath instantly, and fear and obedience rose from the bottom of their hearts, which could not be disobeyed.

This is power.

The power of the sword master and the magic saint.

'Elvis' laughed wildly triumphantly, and he had to say that he was full of villain cannon fodder at this moment.The bloodshot eyes looked into the other pair of black pupils with bloodthirsty cruelty, and saw the indifference inside.

Another force slowly rose to compete against him.

'Elvis' pales in shock: "You!?"

The tone of the black-haired boy was careless and leisurely: "I forgot to say, I am also a holy man, Lord Zemacia." From the beginning to the end, his address was so alienated.

Serviara was keenly aware of this. She observed Ivy's expression carefully, and suddenly found that the appearance of the black-haired boy was unknowingly moving closer to "Elvis". I don't know if it was an illusion. Sometimes there were five or six images, but now there are seven or eight images.

'Elvis' was so angry that he couldn't speak. Ivy put down the knife and fork and sat upright, with an unmistakable concern on his face: "What happened? You are very wrong these days."

How can this reason be exported? "Hmph!" The owner of the palace complex, whose face turned red and then pale, finally snorted, left the leftovers, and left.

Showing an apologetic and helpless smile to the girls, Ye Zi picked up the little fox and gracefully walked up the stairs. The figure disappeared after a spin.

Appearance, strength, demeanor... A crazy idea suddenly appeared in Sevilla's mind. She subconsciously looked around and met a few pairs of equally disturbed eyes.

There was a lot of voices around the competition arena, Ye Zi pushed the little fox on his head, Brand looked around for a long time but didn't find the person sitting in the village, the two had to regretfully give up the idea of ​​making a fortune.

Everyone believed that the Son of Glory would win, so naturally there was nothing to bet on.

Unfortunately, he lost.

This person who usually slack in practice and has not practiced at all recently, unexpectedly discovered that his strength has declined until now. On the one hand is 'Elvis' who walked up with his golden finger and focused on being handsome in battle for 20 years. A great swordsman who has truly experienced the fire of blood and is about to be promoted.

Eliminating the realm gap, his defeat was a matter of course.

Unfortunately, except for Ye Zi and Brand, no one seems to think so.

'Elvis' got up from the ground, only felt that his face was hot, and the surrounding voices seemed to be pulled very close at once, and drilled into his ears:

"how can that be!"

"How could the Son of Glory lose?"

"Did he almost die on a woman's belly last night?"

"..."

A steady voice penetrated the crowd, doting and helpless, gentle and tolerant: "Ivy, stop playing."

As if there was a kind of strange magic, the crowd dispersed slowly, surrounded by thirteen beautiful women, was another "Elvis".With black hair and black eyes, he is as handsome as a god of the sun, and behind him stretches out the white wings that belong to heaven and man, which are huge and gorgeous.

'Elvis' was horrified to find that the other party had exactly the same face as him.

The contest on the stage was back on track, and 'Elvis' lost his mind off the stage, his legs and feet seemed to lose strength, and he might fall down at any moment.

Qi Lier came to his side at some point, the mermaid's unique voice, blessed by the ocean, was pure and beautiful: "Go, go far away, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

'Elvis' was stunned, and he couldn't help but look in the direction of Sylviala and the others, only to see that they were all looking at the stage excitedly and proudly, their eyes were full of love, as if it was their true love. like her husband.

It took him a long time to digest this great change, and walked to a secluded corner like a ghost, still not knowing how the whole thing happened.

Everything in Ezel Continent is like an overly beautiful dream.

And dreams always wake up.

The clear chirping of birds pierced the sky, and the golden-red phoenix flew over gracefully, landed on his shoulders, and rubbed his side face affectionately, as always.

"Do you still want to stay with me, Ji Ji?"

"Phoenix... nirvana..."

Now 'Elvis' is a great swordsman and magister, and his strength is one of the few in the entire continent, not to mention having a divine beast as his companion.

——How the road ahead will depend on how he goes on.

Ye Zi, who won the victory beautifully, glanced in the direction of 'Elvis' amidst the cheers of the crowd, her dark eyes were bottomless.

The little fox leaped onto his shoulders and yelled twice, and the hard-working yellow chicken translated it. The black-haired boy showed a begging smile, and repeatedly gestured to ensure that he did not intend to stay to receive the harem of the Son of Glory. Simply spread its wings and flew away.

gone.

The.

Brand, who had turned back into a human form, had a bad expression on his face: "I don't want to go to the capital again."

Ye Zi smelled the moonlight-like elegance in his lover's hair, hugged him like a big dog, and hugged him: "There are still two months, where are we going to play?"

"Um... let me think about it..."

capital.

The harem and the crowd still raised their necks: "..." Why haven't you flown back yet? ! ! ! !

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