My summons are weird

On the issue of how to make Zhuomai realize that her trusted friend is the source of her suffering these years, Lu Yu and Sera had a whim, wondering what Yu Lulu would think.

As a critically ill patient deeply brainwashed by Tania, Lulu pondered for a moment, then paced around the room a few times with her chin resting on her hands.

"This seems to be quite easy to handle."

"Oh, easy?" Lu Yu asked intentionally, "The people behind her have cultivated her distorted character and made enemies everywhere."

Lulu smiled and said: "It is precisely because of this that I said it is easy to handle. In order to make her make enemies everywhere, he instilled in Zhuo Nightmare the concept that the strong should bully the weak and despise ordinary people. To a certain extent, I agree with the truth that the weak should be dominated and used by the strong. That person played an important role as a mentor and helpful friend on her growth path, and it is not within the scope of this logic. Easy, but you choose to take advantage of that and it falls into place."

"As long as we behave better than the good friend behind her, she will be shaken." Lulu raised her head firmly, "Don't try to influence her, if you want her to become normal, you have to do the opposite... Be the one who can dominate her mind first."

Lu Yu looked at Sera in relief, and found that she was also looking at him, and the eyes of both of them were shining with the same color.

The child was really discharged from the hospital, and became a good doctor after a long illness.

"Hey, hey, I just finished the potion experiment, why did you rub my face... Aha, don't touch it, don't touch it, it's itchy, it's really itchy!"

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Zhuoyan anxiously watched the slime who came to deliver food, Xinlu took two bamboo baskets from the dining car, picked up one of them and shook it at her.

Zhuoyan couldn't wait to open it, and several white and fat pastries and a large bowl of soy milk appeared in front of her.

"That's a steamed stuffed bun, bite carefully..."

"It's hot!!"

The soup splashed out of the steamed stuffed bun made Zhuoyan shake his hands and stick out his tongue in embarrassment.

"It's too late to remind you. Chen Xiling's fried and sealed noodles are so dangerous. They are warm to the touch and piping hot when eaten. They are delicious, but they are easy to get dirty." Xin Lu sucked on her favorite mutton noodles, Explained to the turbid nightmare the characteristics that Chenxi leader had to taste.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, it's really delicious... Zhuoyan is convinced that this is not an illusion caused by hunger, but a wonderful taste that he has never tasted before.

Having not been able to eat for a long time, she quickly finished three whole buns, drank up the soy milk, and burped after a long time—is being full so happy?

Although he was still somewhat resistant to physical labor, he thought that at least he could eat more comfortably, so he continued to move bricks obediently after eating.

Coming with lunch is...

Zhuoyan stood up and stared intently at the siren-tailed half-dragon not far away. This kind of half-dragon is unique in Meera.

"Little guy, we meet again."

"You..." Zhuoyan clenched his fists tightly, "I told you before, don't call me a little guy, I hate your tone of someone who came here!"

Fagutar laughed loudly: "It seems that you really care about the name of the little guy, but I like it very much."

After quickly grabbing her own lunch, Zhuomao stayed away from Fagutar. Before she got angry, she had to eat enough.

"I heard you were looking for me, so I'm here, why don't you say a word?"

Zhuoyan said: "In an area without magic power, you can easily defeat me. If you have a chance, let's fight again outside."

"Do you really think that if you eat enough and drink enough, and recover as before, you will be able to defeat me?"

Fagutar sat on the bricks piled up by the Dark Nightmare, and a few bricks were squeezed by his huge body and fell to the ground.

"Don't sit on it!" The results of hard work were destroyed, and Zhuo Yan yelled loudly, not caring about eating Hesai.

Fagutar apologized, stood up, and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"It's just a servant raised by a glutton."

The new green who was drinking the soda puffed out, and she laughed, and Fagutar couldn't help but smile. The hearty laughter of the two echoed in the wide and semi-enclosed main hall, which meant ridicule Let the muddy nightmare clenched his fists.

"It seems that you still have some status. I would like to know, who has a higher status than Sigri Derby who can control my ration share at will?"

Fagutar replied immediately: "In the morning light, of course it is her."

Zhuoyan snorted disapprovingly: "Is it different outside the Chenxi Territory?"

Fagutar crossed his arms and stood up straight like a mountain peak.

"I said before that the founder of your dirty star tribe took his life under my hands. You scoffed at me, but I really didn't lie. I don't know if he told others that he overestimated his abilities to challenge Fagu. Tar's story."

Zhuoyan, who was munching on scrambled eggs with leeks, curled her lips in disdain at first, chewing on the familiar name in this passage, her brows were slightly furrowed, thinking for a moment, the wifi signal on her brows was full immediately, she raised her head, up and down Looking down at Fagutar, she laughed loudly, which made her have to cover her mouth quickly to prevent the food from spraying out.

After finally swallowing it all down, Zhuo Yan said with a smile: "Do you know who Fagutar is, and you dare to impersonate him? That is a monster named after the city of Theocracy and ruled a mountain for thousands of years. A desperate colossus of self-righteous adventurers, and the last active dragon recorded by Meera so far."

"Look at yourself, Siren Tail with a half-dragon body, how do you look like Fagutar? A disgusting liar." Zhuoyan cursed viciously, "If you are Fagutar, then I am Fagutar too. Gutar."

"That's really interesting. If you are really Fagutar, then who am I?" Fagutar himself laughed.

New Green was so happy that even if he chewed slowly, he almost choked.

Apart from laughing and laughing, Fagutar still scratched his head. As wise as he was, he didn't know how to prove "I am me", and he told some obscure deeds that Zhuoyan might not know or confirm. But if you tell a well-known story, it will naturally be considered as heard.

At the critical moment, Xinlu sent an assist: "Zhouyan, let me remind you this time, he is indeed Fagutar. Due to some special reasons, his dragon body has been divided, and now he is lying on the ground. In the Dawn Warehouse, although Master Fagutar generously let us use it at will, we have not yet taken his body... and it cannot be regarded as a body, it can only be said to be a temporarily unused body."

The well-organized explanation stunned Zhuoyan, and she still didn't believe it: "You mean, the former Fagutar died, and his soul was transferred to this body?"

"It was transferred before it died."

"Are you kidding? This is the art of changing bodies, the key to the knowledge of the 'next stage' that countless puppeteers are struggling to pursue. So far, no one has successfully mastered it." Zhuo Yan was anxious, and she felt that her IQ had been affected. insult.

How could anyone be able to...

etc!

"Spirit body change..."

"Puppeteer..."

"Necromancer..."

Zhuoyan swallowed, no way...

"The ceremony Sera completed for me was not easy, but it succeeded." Fagutar said, "My body is exactly that of a puppet."

Zhuoyan subconsciously denied: "It doesn't make sense, if you...you are really Fagutar, isn't it...no, if you are really in the body of a puppet, then how can you be active in the forbidden area? !"

"It's really depressing and uncomfortable for me here, but now my soul has been fitted to my body. This puppet body has been transformed by Sera into flesh and blood, and the difference from ordinary life is getting smaller and smaller. I think this is not true. It must be due to the influence of forbidden magic." Fagutar said, "This is not simply stuffing the soul into an inappropriate container, but a perfect fit."

"Why, how could it be..." Zhuoyan held her head, and she was shocked again.

Fagutar threw the chain of the forbidden demon to the dark nightmare: "If you still don't believe it, put it on, and I will show you my previous body and another dragon friend, it can testify for me."

Zhuoyan gritted her teeth and did as she did—she still didn't believe it, she had reached the eighth level, and she thought she had mastered magic knowledge unimaginable by ordinary people, but compared to the spirit body change, what she was proud of was like a joke.

Not long after dinner, Zhuoyan returned to the magic forbidden area, and the delicious food was put out by Xinlu, but she had no appetite, her eyes were unfocused, and she was still immersed in what she saw and heard not long ago.

In the warehouse, the dragon shells that were cut and placed in categories made her feel the majesty.

The impatient tone of the giant dragon Hogu, who was lazily dozing in the valley, verified Fagutar's identity.

In the morning dawn, there are two giant dragons.

Sera God Chosen is not only able to make people into puppets, but also a necromancer, and also integrates the two, becoming the pioneer of spirit body transformation.

Zhuoyan's head hurts... What the hell did she see?

That is Fagutar, the god-chosen Sera who can master the transformation of the spirit body, why is such a person willing to stay low-key in the dawn collar, and stay by the side of the glutton...

Unexpectedly, Zhuoyan took the initiative to ask Xinlu: "Gluttony... my lord, what kind of power does he have?"

Xinlu happened to be holding a white and fat mouse for observation, and said without looking back, "Don't you know everything about summoning?"

"Just summoning?"

"Just?" Xinlu turned her head in surprise, as if she was dissatisfied with Zhuoyan's reaction, "Well, I don't blame you, after all, you haven't seen those lovely summons of Lord Lord, they are very special."

Saying that, Xin Lu took out a scroll and painted on it, and soon, the outline of the flesh and blood chariot appeared vividly on the paper.

"Look, isn't it a very special, strange, powerful shape?"

With just one glance, Zhuo Yan was dripping with cold sweat.

This shape... a cute summoner?

Isn't this the evil god! (end of this chapter)