Frost Wings

The white dragon stepped on Adi San's back with his feet, and the sharpness came from the thick knuckles on his claws.

Bailong's hind legs are thick and powerful, his body's center of gravity is low and stable, and his overall lightness allows him to stand on his feet relatively calmly.

So this dragon foot put enormous physical pressure on the 14-year-old servant. He turned his head reluctantly, only to see the white dragon pressing him holding a large jar of honey that came from nowhere. Eat it with a tomato dip.

Yes, it is such a strange picture.

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"...If my memory isn't messed up, I shouldn't have offended you." Bai Long wiped the red juice from the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and smiled at Adi Sane: "But why did you hit me?"

"You... must be joking, Mr. Long." Adi San's face changed, and he laughed coldly with sweat: "I... I'm just a servant."

"You're still the mentor's nephew, the one who bought my head with 20,000 gold coins." Bai Long ate the persimmon in his hand, and took out another from the package on his back - who knew he was passing by when he returned just now. How many have been stolen from the market in a short period of time, he said while biting, "I heard all of them."

"How...how can...ahhaha?" The servant twitched the corners of his mouth and said stubbornly: "This must be your illusion, Mr. Long, but I have one thing to remind you, if you don't like me, you will kill me. I, my uncle would know for sure, even if you used curses and spells on me."

"You must be mistaken, kid." The White River Monster laughed, "Who said I was going to kill you?"

A playful gaze from the white dragon passed to his body, like a maggot in his tarsus, which made Adi Saen shudder uncontrollably.

White Dragon threw away the persimmon in his hand with a smirk, and tore off his pants with a tug.

The servant cried out in horror: "You! What are you going to do!"

"I found out just now, the ants in this town are really big and fat! I think you will like them." The White Dragon Monster smiled and turned the honey jar upside down, and sprinkled half of it on Adi's On his lap, Adi, who had realized what might happen to him, opened his throat and wanted to scream loudly. Bai He slapped his throat with a palm, and the howling turned into a hoarse moan.

Adi Saen was lifted upside down and shook a few times, honey sprinkled all over his body, and the scrolls hidden in the front of his clothes all fell out. Baihe pressed him on the soil of the flower bed again. Swarms of ants crawled out of the nest in swarms, and soon covered the servants' thighs.

"Ah! You devil! You're not going to end well!" The intense itching made Adi Saen burst into tears. He struggled desperately, but was stepped on firmly by Baihe. More and more ants came, his legs were covered with black, and even some curious little ants continued to climb up, and the servant's expression became strange in an instant.

His face turned red, blue, white, and sallow again, and a short, fast, short dry howl came from his throat.

Baihe Haha laughed.

The servant's eyes were bloodshot, and his hands sank deeply into the ground. He roared with difficulty and looked at Bai He with his eyes full of resentment: "No! If you want to kill, er, kill me quickly! My uncle one, ah, Uh!, I will definitely avenge me! I curse you!"

"You really misunderstood, I said I won't kill you, then I definitely won't kill you, just play a game, you are so nervous! It's not fun." Bai He said with a smile: "Come on, let's change one, Chicken crossing the river? How about the chicken crossing the river? Uh, it seems that you don't know the chicken crossing the river, um, then I'll teach you."

He turned the servant over, took off his underpants, and the dragon claws pinched the soft hairs there, and tugged it with force. The poor servant shuddered and bowed like an electric shock.

Bai Long's swift and violent movements caused blood to bleed from several hair follicles and mixed with the honey fragrance, which greatly increased its attraction to ants.

More ants and bugs rushed there, and the servant had completely lost the ability to struggle. He just covered his crotch with his hands and kicked his calves like a twitch.

Bai He said triumphantly: "How is it? Isn't it amazing! It's fun?"

"Evil... Devil! Stop! My uncle will definitely settle the bill with you!" The servant rolled his eyes, and foam kept coming out of his mouth.

"Yo! It's still a stubborn stubble! It seems that this trick can't satisfy you." After listening to the servant's words, Bai Long picked up a hard branch in amazement, and turned the servant's body over. His **** poked up: "Then change another one. Let me improve the 'shoot at me' trick. After a while, I will use a few branches to prop up your chrysanthemum, and then put the ants in..."

"Stop...stop! You devil! Don't continue!" Adi Sarn was gushing with excrement and urine, tears, saliva, snot, and dirt mixed together on his face, like a big face in acting, extremely funny.

The intermittent dry howls and coughs kept squeezing out of his throat, so that he could not speak, and the unbearable pain made him finally begin to beg for mercy: "I...I will go to those mercenaries and let them go...I won't go. harassing you...you! Stop! Stop! I beg you!"

The extremely humiliating words came out of his mouth intermittently. At this moment, the servant's brain was already occupied by pain and fear, and he completely lost the arrogance that threatened the white dragon and the calmness of bargaining with the mercenary.

"Idiot, it's too late." Bai He's smile suddenly subsided, he stretched out his dragon claws and grabbed Adi's head tightly, and lifted him abruptly: "They don't want your 20,000 gold coins, are they connected to Ji? Don't want the 30,000 gold coins on the order?"

"You... what are you trying to do! Stop torturing me! You are a demon! A real demon." The servant hissed in despair.

"Tell me." Bai Long turned the servant's face away, and pouted a cold dragon's teeth into those frightened eyes: "What exactly is that prophecy?"

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The capital of Ayr, the Hall of Creation

This is one of the eight base camps of the Red-clothed Warlock Association. The regular meeting of a group of red-clothed sorcerers has ended, leaving some high-level seat tutors to chat, but more people are busy with private affairs early, which has always been the case in this place.

"Wait a minute, Saen Sixth Seat." The red-clothed wizard smiled and stopped the tall wizard who turned to leave after discussing the matter: "I heard that the third disciple of Yaba has arrived? How long are you going to keep him alive?"

"Ambis, you don't seem to realize that this question is very boring. How long an apprentice can live with us depends on many factors, and 'how long I let him live' happens not to be the most important of these factors." Claure Sarn frowned: "If you stop me for this, then I suggest you do more research or administrative work. The former is to contribute to the development of the world's arcane arts, and the latter is for the country of Thrall. Contribute instead of wasting time gossiping with me."

"This is a very formal thing, Mr. Sarn. Although we can understand the relationship between you and Yaba, please remember that it is very important that you are a Saar." There was an inexplicable light in the eyes of the wrinkled but always smiling old wizard.

"The apprenticeship is over, and the relationship between me and Yaba will be dissolved naturally." Claure Sarn's brows furrowed even tighter, full of impatience written on his face: "There are other things Is it?"

"...Others, of course, dear Saen Six Seats, is there really no room for the chief to turn around about the development of the new northern province?" the old wizard asked with a smile.

"No doubt, no." The tall wizard in red stared at the old wizard for a while, laughed sarcastically, turned and disappeared into the light at the gate.

"How arrogant, Saen Six." The wizards in red began to discuss.

"Speaking of which, have you sensed it?" said a very young-looking woman sitting in the highest seat: "The magical aura around San's body seems to be a lot more complicated, and it seems... It has far surpassed those of us here. Most people."

"Yes, after all, he is the best one in the entire Saar country for fifty years. Otherwise, why would Yataba fall in love with him? Don't forget that it took him only four years to graduate from Yataba." The wizard said: "If I remember correctly, it was five years ago that his spellcasting ability crossed the seventh ring of the magic net. Now he has improved again. It's amazing. He is only forty years old this year."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The red-clothed wizards let out repeated exclamations. At this age, they have touched the ninth layer of the magic net. In the whole of Antas, except for the few who have been favored by the goddess of magic, there have been few in the past thousand years.

"Even the chief speaker of the chief council, at this age..." A lower-level wizard discussed something, suddenly realized something, and quickly closed his mouth.

"That's all things that can't be tested, but geniuses always exist." The wizard sighed: "I just don't know when the title will be assessed at the next big seminar, this genius Mr. San will be ranked in our academy. What's the first seat?"

He smiled frivolously, but his eyes turned to a shadow in the center of the seats.

There seemed to be a faint sneer in the shadows, and the frivolous man's smile was even weirder: "It's just that we don't know for sure whether this genius from Eight Leaves is of the same mind as us!"

"You're talking too much, Sedona four." Ambis frowned and said dignifiedly.

The sorcerer closed his mouth angrily.

"Okay, okay~" When the discussion was getting noisy, the voice in the shadow ended it all. The voice was soft and low, but it was just enough for everyone to hear: "The meeting is here, all Go away."

The wizards stood up, saluted the shadows one after another, and left the hall in an orderly manner.

There was darkness under the shadows, only one slender and well-maintained palm caressed the engraving of the monster on the head of the armrest of the chair unhurriedly.

That pair of eyes also seemed to be staring at the gate, as if they had traveled through time and were fixed in the past somewhere.

The white hands slammed into fists, as if something was shattered in it.

A feminine cold hum echoed in the empty hall.

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"Run! Before my uncle comes back, fly to a place where the prophetic spell can't accurately capture you! Do you think that if I don't do anything to you, my uncle will let you go? Don't be a fool! You are already dead. ! My uncle will not allow an apprentice like you to exist!" His body was shattered, UU reading www.uukanshu. Although there are no obvious scars, the redness, swelling and twitching on the skin and the bloodshot exposed everywhere remind others that his physical condition is very bad, he sneered at the contemplative white dragon, and seemed to have completed his revenge in his will: "When he I got the 'Proverbs of Fate' from the head of the Prophecy Department. When I came back, I dismissed all the apprentices and sent them to other mentors. Hehe, they all died soon, including the two who were looking for the certificate with the eight leaves. Same here, how long do you think you can live? Huh? Haha! Poor stupid dragon!"

"So, although no one knows the original text of the prophecy, a fool can guess that the content is mostly something like 'will die at the hands of the apprentice'?" Bai Long said to himself in a bit of pain: "This... a big A wizard, how can you be so superstitious?"

Because of the existence of the will of the world, a true prophecy is not impossible, as long as the will of the world wants this result to come true.

The analysis of the trisolaran appeared on the retina of the white dragon.

Bai Long nodded speechlessly, and suddenly looked at Adi Saen with a look of caring for the mentally handicapped: "But your problem is very big, knowing that your uncle's apprentice is a pit, you have to jump in it, the chance of being caught Others will be jealous if they rob it, could it be that your head is abnormal?"

"What do you know?" As if he was greatly insulted, Adi lay on the ground, panting and staring with red eyes: "My uncle is the pride of our family and the pride of the entire Saar country, for him, I Willing to dedicate your soul to serve as his servant! How can you guys from the outside world experience this kind of emotion!"

It turned out to be a scumbag.

Bai Long pouted, knocked Adi out with a punch, grabbed him and flew out of the town in the dark.

Give him 100,000 courage, and he won't dare to stay in the research institute for three days.

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