Technician’s Manual

"You got the wrong person."

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The other party smiled and said, "Liz, what a nice name, is she a beautiful girl as cute as me?"

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"No, you are not Liz."

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Yin Gula herself shook her head. In front of him was a girl wearing a woolen coat and snow boots. She had a similar appearance to Liz, like a grown up Liz, but her hair color was Pink purple, very beautiful and rare.

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At this time, Yin Gula finally came back to her senses: "That monster—"

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The pink-purple girl pointed to the top, the deceiver raised his head, and saw that the sky was raining blood. The stench of blood and the broken pieces of meat fell together, but they were protected by the sanctuary, so they were not stained by this blood rain.

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Only at this moment did Yingula notice a black-and-white orc in a black jacket standing next to him. The latter has a black-and-white tail that looks a bit feline atavistic. Obviously, the nine-headed fish-killing dragon that turned into a rain of blood was the masterpiece of this beastman magician.

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But the strength of the Nine-Headed Fish Dragon has far surpassed that of legends, and only a person like Yaxiu can solve it, that is to say...

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The cheater's expression suddenly changed, and the pink-purple girl immediately noticed this: "Hey? You seem to know Amilo, Amilo, do you know him?"

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The orc named Amilo glanced at Yingula and nodded, "I know who he is."

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"I also know who you are, "Barbarian King" His Excellency Amilo Kesley. Yin Gula fluttered his virtual wings and struggled to fly. He opened his right eye that had just been healed and asked slowly, "Shouldn't you be an energy pool for the Gospel gods in Yisu Palace?" "

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Amilo Kesri, the legendary magician of the Kessui orc family, is also a legend who lives in the Yisu Palace! During the operation that followed An Nan into the Yisu Palace, Yin Gula saw several legendary magicians who acted as the batteries of the gods in the basement where the Gospel gods were located, including the black and white orc "Barbarian King" Amilo!

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"The reason I am here is the same as the reason you are here." Amilo said to the pink and purple girl: "He is Yingula Bogin, and it can be said that he has won the first to tenth in the weaving ceremony "The Trick List" name."

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"Wow!" The pink-purple girl looked at Yin Gula with bright eyes: "You are so amazing! And you are so good-looking and so smart, you might as well be my follower, I don't want Amilo anymore, He's so ugly!"

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Amilo shrugged, seemingly helpless.

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Yin Gula didn't reply. He watched the two nervously, flapping his virtual wings and slowly retreating, like a rescued wild cat trying to escape.

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The two didn't stop him, but when the fraudster was about to hide in the white mist, the pink-purple girl said, "Don't you want to break the angel's wings with us?"

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"Why should I act with you?" Yin Gula asked rhetorically.

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"Of course it's because you can't beat you alone. You were chased and killed by Xiaoyu until you were blinded." The pink-purple girl scratched her nose: "Shy."

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"Then why are you acting with a stranger like me?"

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"You don't even know this, but you still broke into this place?" The pink-purple girl smiled and said, "Any wing of an angel is very difficult to deal with, and it can't be handled by one or two people at all. Even if you want to compete for angel wings, then everyone will We have to make concerted efforts to break the angel's wings first, so it is better to have more and more people."

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"In case the number of people is not enough and the angel's wings are broken, then it can only be eaten by Master Fanxing."

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"Let's go together, should you be separated from your teammates? The more you go inside, the higher the probability that you will meet them." The pink-purple girl tilted her head: "If they didn't leave."

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"So, do you want to come with us, or leave?"

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Do the others move on or leave?

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After thinking for a while, Yingula came to the conclusion: If Ash hadn't died, he would definitely move on to save them and remove the White Mist; if Harvey hadn't died, he would have realized Ash's choice and moved on.

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The fraudster's expression was uncertain: "How do I know that you won't hurt me?"

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The pink-purple girl didn't answer at all, made a cute face at Yingula, turned around and left with Amilo. Yin Gula originally wanted to try a few more words, no matter whether the other party was insulting or answering, he could get a lot of information, but he didn't expect this girl to know his thoughts at a glance.

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Yin Gula had to follow up obediently and asked, "But who are you? Why are you acting with Amilo?"

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"Since you asked the question slyly, then I will tell you with reluctance!"

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The pink-purple girl turned around and made a V-shaped gesture: "I am the center of the crowd, and the natural leader, as sweet as melted caramel, with beauty and wisdom coexisting. Beautiful girl demon, Otochi!"

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"good evening."

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Harvey, who was dealing with the eardrum injury, turned his head and saw a huge figure walking out of the white mist.

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When he got closer, he realized that it was a tall and slender woman with a coffin on her back. She is nearly two meters tall, has long green hair, wears a black vest with a naked back, long sleeves with strange patterns on her hands, and loose white pants with eye patches tied around her eyes. She is slender but full of health and beauty.

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Unlike Harvey, her coffin is on her back, and she is not alone. There is a little boy with short black hair sitting on her shoulders, who looks about six or seven years old.

"Good evening." Harvey responded, "Are you also fighting with your family behind your back?"

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"Yes." She touched the coffin: "There is a very important family member of mine inside."

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"One?"

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"One."

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"Then your family can use it quite quickly."

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At this time, the little boy suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid of us?"

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Unlike the two adults, this little boy was not something that would appear in this place. He was wearing proper overalls and a white shirt, his skin was a healthy milky white, his body was small and exquisite, and his irises were reddish-gold, making it difficult to look away. He was wearing sneakers on his feet, swaying gently as he spoke, and his fair calves were brighter than any color here.

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He shouldn't be here, but should be in the banquet, in the classroom, in the library, with those beautiful things.

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Even Harvey, who is proficient in the structure of the human body, would not dare to judge its gender. Although it looks masculine, it has a feminine femininity. It's just... just...

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It's a perfect corpse.

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winter!

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Harvey hammered his chest hard, feeling a long-lost fear. He thought that he had nothing to fear, that he was not afraid of death, nor that of his friends. He regarded death as a return home, and he had nothing to lose.

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But he knew he was wrong, and he still had something that he couldn't lose—that was his principle, the creed he had adhered to all his life.

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Why would he want to turn a living person into a corpse? This violates the commandments of a necromancer!

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"Hey."

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The little boy suddenly appeared in front of Harvey, staring at the black-skinned curly hair with those child holes coveted by necromancers, showing a cute and mischievous smile: "You're not afraid of her, but of me?"

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Because of the close distance, Harvey could faintly smell the fresh grass scent coming from his body. This smell was born out of the soil but full of life. It was a special hobby that the necromancer never told anyone else.

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Sa!

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Harvey walked away from the two of them in horror. He didn't dare to look directly at the little boy, he only dared to look at the little boy's short boots: "Who are you?"

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"Why didn't you ask who she was, but asked me first?" The little boy's voice was as clear as a wind chime.

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"Because I know who she is."

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"Oh?" Both the little boy and the tall slender woman were a little surprised.

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"The reformer of the necromantic faction, the founder of the Settlement Ceremony, and the inventor of the "Munayin Anatomy Method", a corpse can be dissected and reorganized indefinitely without damaging the corpse, which has greatly reduced the demand for corpses by necromancers , lowering the learning threshold of the undead faction, and the undead faction ushered in the second outbreak period. "Harvey said: "When I was just studying, the tutor asked me to remember the two. "

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"One is the origin master of the undead faction, the great existence Haagen-Dazs who gives life to all undead, and the other is the master of rejuvenation of the necromantic faction, who brought the blood moon magician who invented the necromantic faction. Lamisu!"

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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Tiramisu "Death Walk", the "eye of death" on your forehead is very beautiful. "Harvey looked at the tall slender woman and said, "As a magician who became famous thousands of years ago, I thought you should have stepped into the realm of God long ago. "

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The reason why Harvey can recognize her is not only that the tiramisu is exactly the same as in the painting, but also her unique 'eye of death'. The eye of death is a symbol of necromancers. When they deal with corpses, they will use the resentment generated by the corpse to strengthen their eyeballs. Over time, the eyes will have a keen vision to find the dead.

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The Eye of Death can only be seen by necromancers, and it can be said to be the best sign of their internal purity. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

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Legend has it that Tiramisu completely abandons vision and only uses the Eye of Death to see things. Harvey used to think it was fake, but now he understands it at a glance - if Tiramisu's Eye of Death is a pearl, then His eye of death was almost like sand.

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"I didn't expect that I could meet the younger generation," Tiramisu said with a gentle smile, "I feel a little embarrassed."

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"Then..." Harvey looked at the little boy who sat back on the shoulder of Tiramisu: "Who are you? What is your relationship? Can I leave now?"

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"Don't be in a hurry." The little boy said, "Since you know Tiramisu, we won't hurt you. As for me and Tiramisu..."

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He touched Tiramisu's green hair and said, "We are blood relatives."

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Tiramisu nodded, the corners of his mouth curled up in a happy arc, "That's right."

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The little boy looked at Harvey: "What's your name?"

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"Archibald Harvey, everyone calls me Harvey."

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"I'm the devil of Tiramisu, see you at night." The little boy swayed his legs, smiled at the necromancer, stretched out his pink tongue and licked his lips, and said, "Harvey, I like you very much."

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"Fairy Wood"

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"Are you interested in being my blood relative?"

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