Frost Wings

"Huh?" Bai He turned into a human figure and looked at Sif up and down.

The elf girl fell into a sluggishness. She was extremely shocked. After this wicked white dragon turned into a human form, it was not as big as herself.

"Huh?" Bai Long looked at Sif's expression and suddenly realized that he didn't turn the scales into clothes this time, but hid them under the skin. He casually changed into a black robe and put it on his body, and then coughed: " What are you still doing? Don't hurry to prepare, ready to go out. "

"Go out... go out?" Sif's heart skipped a beat, and she was even more astonished: "Long, Mr. Long, do you want to go out?"

"Ow!" The White River Monster shouted, "If you are told to prepare, just prepare, how come there is so much nonsense!"

"Yeah!" The elf girl subconsciously hid in the corner of the room and held her head in defense when she heard this strange cry. After a long time, she realized that Bai He had gone out. She quietly stuck out her head from the door, and patted her heart in relief. Finally, Baihe didn't use the topic to play, and started licking again... Wait.

Sif patted her head, and suddenly realized that Bai He's anger was not scary at all.

She smiled strangely, as if to hide her embarrassment.

But that look, is it his real age, or is it a disguise?

Sif, who didn't know much about the physiology of dragons, had a question mark in his head. After thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible to disguise. After all, this dragon is so abnormal, how could it deliberately change into such a form that can't do more things?

Her face turned red strangely, and a coughing sound came from behind her. She turned around agitatedly and saw Bai He standing beside her with a displeased expression: "You, are you squatting here all the time?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Long." Sif kept apologizing in shock: "But Mr. Long, what should you prepare?"

"I don't even know what to prepare!" Bai He angrily stretched out his claws and grabbed Sif fiercely: "How did you become a maid?!"

"Wow!—" Sif hugged her chest and shrank in the corner of the wall, her eyes were shaking with tears.

"Huh." After bullying the maid, Bai He's depressed mood was relieved a little, and he began to wonder how he could get what he wanted.

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly discovered the painful fact that he knew nothing about the business and political environment of the Northland.

Although there are some descriptions about the cold land in the spell data of the big bald head, most of them are about magic.

Bai Long frowned and pondered. Suddenly, he thought that he actually had a familiar place in the Northland.

With his perverted memory ability, he quickly recalled some things, and it has only been four years since that guy. He is the son of the city lord and has a private garden. Isn't that the upper class of society? If you can get him, won't it be a piece of cake to get some supplies?

The elf girl seemed to be enlightened suddenly. She prepared a space bag with some jewelry and food, and came over: "Mr. Long, do you want to prepare anything else?"

"No need, no." Baihe squinted at Sif and began to stroke his chin.

"Long... Mr. Long, what else do you need?" Sif asked fearfully.

"One who dominates human beings." Bai Long snapped his fingers, and the elf girl was stunned for a moment, then her thoughts fell into a trance.

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Since the eldest son of Baron Varage, Jonker, graduated from the Northland Mage Alliance, the atmosphere of Varage Manor has become very strange.

As we all know, Baron Varage doesn't like his eldest son, and this young master Jonker has shown a cowardly character since he was a child. The baron is a famous warrior in the north. He has repelled the aggression of the frost giants several times, and even more prominently, he once repelled a white dragon that attacked the village. The heir, but reality gave him several slaps in a row.

His wife's eldest son was too weak to practice martial arts. It was a trivial matter. With the money and power of a baron, it was not difficult to find a better way to give his children strength. However, what happened after that made him very disappointed. Not only did the gold-plating behavior fail several times, but also made big jokes in succession. In the end, he didn't even dare to take risks. He just squatted in the tutor's research institute and concentrated on doing squatting at home. When the number reached Binghong City, Baron Varage drank suffocating wine alone for several days.

When Baron Varage's new wife became pregnant, everyone in Binghong City knew that there was going to be a problem with the baron's succession. The baron, who was in his early forties, was young and strong, and could fully wait for a second heir.

Those who know the situation do not regard Master Jonker as a person who can bring about turmoil. After all, his people are just like his nickname. The bizarre books I got, besides these, my hobby is writing a diary.

Jonker Varage is writing a diary of grotesque stories and rumours - he's become a well-known horror writer in the Northland.

The stories he wrote are full of gloom and cruelty. If psychologists in this world analyze the temperament of Master Jonker through these works, they will probably come to the conclusion from those above who think this young master is 'cowardly' and 'safe' very different answer.

Jonk Varage was full of resentment. Every midnight, he would wake up from his sleep and recall the dozen or so days and nights that had been terrifying.

He was full of joy, he survived after all, and his resentment was directed at other people. He knew why he lost his father's favor completely, not because of cowardice or other ghostly excuses. It was because many people in the upper echelons of the Principality knew that that time, Baron Varage spent a lot of political resources to suppress the influence of this matter. Now most people in the Principality think that Jonker Varage is in the great power. What happened to the glacier is a joke. However, the upper echelons of the Principality are very clear about this matter, and the political future of the client Jonker can be imagined.

In this country, it is unquestionably politically correct to fight against the frost giants and white dragons of the Great Glacier.

"Why?" Jonk Varage had red eyes: "Why, why am I so unlucky, why was the wizard who appeared in the Great Glacier me?"

He complained and tossed and tossed and couldn't sleep. He got out of bed and was about to go to the toilet. When he reached the entrance of the stairs, he was suddenly startled.

His old servant appeared quietly at the entrance of the stairs at some point, motionless like a ghost, holding a candle in his hand, the quiet white candle flame was like a ghost fire.

"Raddy." Jonk was startled and almost fell to the ground: "What are you doing standing here?"

"Master, there are guests outside." The old servant lowered his head and said in a flat voice.

"There will be guests here?" Jonk was greatly surprised: "Raddy, you have never played with me, who would come here in the middle of the night?"

"The guest appeared in the Viola Garden just to beg to see the young master."

"Violet Garden? Hell! I said that no one else is allowed to appear there." Jonker snarled with red eyes. For various reasons, that place has now become a taboo for him.

"But the guest has already arrived, young master." The old servant took a half step forward, raised his head, and a pair of dead eyes appeared under the white candle flame: "You should go down to see him."

"Charm Humans! You've fallen for Charm Humans! Hell!" The old servant's expression was like that of a ghost in a horror story, and Jonker fell to the ground in fright. He crawled and crawled back to the bedroom, the old man The servant took slow steps behind him, murmured 'Young Master, you should go down', while staggering toward the house at a constant pace.

"Remove the magic for me!" Jonk Varage found the spell book and released a ray of light loudly. The old servant fell to the ground stiffly, and Jonk Varage fell on the ground and gasped. Annoyed, the years of living in seclusion have left him with a thin torso and pale skin, with big dark circles under his eyes, and he feels a bit overdrawn by doing these few actions.

Who, who is going to harm me?

He was panting heavily, and the sweat in his palms made the spell book slightly wet.

Yes, that bitch... it must be that bitch...

Jonk Varage's breathing suddenly became more rapid. He didn't realize that this explanation was not very reliable. He just subconsciously found an explanation for the predicament he encountered.

The old **** couldn't wait, and wanted to kill him in advance to clear the way for the wild beast in his stomach.

No, I have to get out of here, I can't sit still.

Jonker walked to the stairs blankly, and then turned back to the room for a moment. He pushed open the window and wanted to jump out, but a terrifying tentacle stretched out from the window. He screamed and retreated to the second-floor hall. White-eyed servants appeared from the stairs and the door of each passage room, including his favorite bed warmer, who was also like a sleeper, shouting with everyone who appeared in the hall:

"Master, there is a guest asking to see you."

"Ah!—" Jonker Varitch let out an earth-shattering scream. He tried his best, his throat seemed to be torn~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He turned his wrist, and a piece of sulfur appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Give me all to die!" He shouted with red eyes, blazing flames exploded in the center of the hall, and everything instantly vanished into nothingness.

Jonker didn't feel what he expected—the fireball exploded at close range, his body was torn to pieces by the air waves and high temperature, and the whole body was burned to the ground.

Is this what it feels like to die?

Jonk Varage suddenly felt wrong, he opened his eyes, and the brimstone lay still in his palms, the hall was still the hall, the snoring of the servants drifted from the rooms - the bedwarmers still heard Come and have **** with her lover.

All these failed to attract his attention. His eyes instantly focused on the entrance of the stairs. Just where the old servant Raddy came out, a white-haired and red-eyed child followed by a female snow elf appeared there, with a playful and mocking expression. :

"It's just so angry to say hello. I haven't seen you for a few years. This wizard master has a good temper."

"Who are you?" Jonker's eyelids twitched and he took a deep breath, holding the spell book tightly. He was sure he didn't know this strange-looking child, but his intuition made him feel a sense of deja vu of fear.

"Yo, sad, I forgot about this, how many years have passed?" The child laughed, his red eyes suddenly seemed to release a heart-wrenching look, and the world in front of Jonker's eyes changed again, and the second floor of the calm building instantly It became a ghost realm with tentacles, and the little white-haired boy also changed his appearance. When Jonk Varage saw this huge white creature, he realized everything in an instant, and a strong fear grabbed his heart, he side Screaming and shrinking back, the astonishing high-pitched voice shook the entire attic.

"Now, do you remember me?" Bai Long asked.