Rebirth-First Class Magician

Alan frowned, and did not immediately agree with Asa's request, "What's wrong with you?"

Asa narrowed her eyelids slightly, and her eyes fell into darkness. "Nothing, I just asked at will."

"So sentimental is not like you." Allen glanced back at Asa. "Daddy's status is irreplaceable, and you should bring Gal wherever you go."

Asad blinked, and smiled bitterly, "Yeah." But he was afraid that freedom would not be in his hands.

This topic ended in Asa's silence. On the second day when he arrived in New York, Asa began a busy rehearsal and trial installation. The tour was not wanton for street shooting, but five days later, the first stop of the tour was the German time.

So Asa was full every day.

On the day of the tour, the entire venue was full of spectators. Asa's stage was not large, but it was a round high-shaped platform. The auditorium was placed around the round stage.

It's all round no dead end magic.

Most of the audience at the scene wore T-shirts printed with fish tails. However, Asad's expression did not live up to their expectations of magic. This magician, which was nicknamed 'Mr. Unexpected' by the fans, brought them an unexpected night.

After the tour in New York, Asa did not stop here, but flew nonstop to the next tour point-

Towards the end of his national tour, the magic show "Open Your Eyes" has been aired to the fourth season, but this program is not only broadcasted by international stations. Media and TV stations in many countries have purchased the program rights and started Broadcast Asa's show at prime time.

Asa could not predict the fire, no matter from the magic technique and innovation, or himself, he has the capital of fire.

At least his features are in line with the aesthetics of most countries. His magic is creative enough. Most importantly, no one knows how he did it.

Or someone knows that from the number of letters received by Asa ’s blood fans, it seems that many people know that he is pure blood.

"Oh lord, there are really many blood races in the human world!" Lyle dragged his chin to browse the mailbox letters. "Sandy, who lives in France, said that you are her male god. She is a fourth-generation blood race. When you return to the blood race, please inform her, she is willing to resign and go home for you! "

Seaman sat on the sofa and glanced at Asa with a smile. "Mr. Asa's staff is very nice. This Sandy is the most deserted female vampire in our family. I didn't expect her to be your fan."

Asa did not speak, and still leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed. Judging by his movements touching Gal's hair, he did not sleep.

Himan looked at him and then retracted his eyes. Compared with Asa, he looked even more indifferent at this time, as if something had completely settled from his heart, and his emotions were blocked to his heart and no longer revealed.

This is the case with closed eyes and the same with opened eyes. From the clear blue pupils of the lake, he can no longer see his emotions. The clear lake blue always gives him a deep illusion ...

Himan regained his gaze with a smile. Such a change happened only halfway through the tour.

What happened to this man?

...

Asa didn't know what Himan was thinking. With his eyes closed, he remembered the dream of last night, the weird dream that lasted for half a year.

In the dream, he was all untouched, his body was tightly wrapped and bound by the huge three pairs of black wings, and the man who could not see his face clenched his body tightly.

Hold tightly, like two conjoined babies, as if they were one.

The feeling of being tightly bound and embracing, even when he woke up, could not forget, the reddish fingerprints on his arm made him unable to tell whether it was a dream or a real one.

He didn't like it, he didn't like the feeling of being possessed by unknown forces--

"Ding Jing." The phone rang suddenly, knowing that Allen was the landline of the hotel, so it was Asa's call.

"Hey." Asa's voice was lazy.

"Asa, some performance venues in Europe sent me invitations." Allen's voice was as calm as ever. "I discussed with Ms. Alice and planned to agree to their invitation. After all, the European market is not small."

"Just arrange it. Is there anything else?"

Allen hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "Well, Madame Tussauds wants to make a wax figure for you, and Ms. Alice has agreed."

"A wax figure?" Asa frowned, and opened her eyes slightly, and asked, "There are more magicians than I am famous, why is it me?"

Lyle, who was playing a computer, turned his head back sharply and asked, silently, "wax ?!"

Allen said lightly, "Because you have opened up a new realm of fantasy magic, they only make wax figures for people who do their best in a certain field."

Asa raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't matter. I made a fake Asa and let it be watched by people, but it didn't really affect me much."

Asa's expression was calm, but Lyle jumped up, "My God of Darkness! I went there with Seaman's cousin last time! Those things are too realistic! I didn't expect you to go there, too!"

Asa glanced at Lyle and said to Allen in the microphone, "I'll hang up without anything else."

"No, take a few days off and return to Las Vegas the day after tomorrow." Allen said in a low voice when he said this, "We only stay there for a few days."

Asa smiled, "Well, I know."

...

Neither Ellen nor Asa was very enthusiastic. After confessing things, they hung up each other. Asa glanced at Lyle with a tangled expression in his face.

"Why this expression?" Raised an eyebrow and asked, "do you have anything to say?"

Lyle blinked. "Let me think."

"Dad, Gal doesn't like people to see you." Gard sitting next to Asa leaned over his body and mumbled his head into his neck, muttering, "Gal doesn't like dad being placed in the wax museum for visitors to watch."

Himan, who was sitting across from him, glanced at Garr and said with a smile, "Gall grew up with only his body, and his reliance on Mr. Asa was really the same."

Gal tilted his head and looked at Seaman coldly. "I can grow up more than my body, Uncle Seaman."

Seaman raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to look at Gal. "Is it?"

Asa glanced at Gal, and the other person grew up a lot in one year. In fact, he was sleeping most of the year.

Gal's condition worried Asa, but he was taken to the hospital for examination and was told that Gal was in good health, not even albino.

As for the strange growth of his body, Asa did not ask the doctor. He could not let his son's secrets be known to others. Since Gal's body was fine, that was enough.

Gal now looks like a six-year-old child, dressed in decent little shirts and trousers, and slightly open eyes and aloof, but Asa always feels that this still young face has been seen.

The slightly elongated eyeliner and the light-colored eyebrows gave him a familiar familiarity, even the straight nose and sharp-edged lips.

But he couldn't tell where exactly he had met. Perhaps he had encountered a child similar to Gal when he was called Mu Yuan, or it was the original memory of the body.

"My lord, can I ask you something," said Lyle hesitantly for a long time. "In fact, it's not a big deal for you." Staring at Asa with a clear look.

"Huh?" Asa raised his chin and motioned him to continue.

Lyle took a few steps forward, squatting flatteringly on the ground, "Oh lord! Gal also said that he didn't want you to be watched. I think there needs to be something to attract the attention of others!"

"Then what do you think?" Asa raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and whispered, "Speak and listen."

Lyle laughed a few times and moved two steps back. "Well, my thoughts are like this. I think it made me stop in the hand of the adult, and the adult put on a posture to see my wings spread." Be careful. Glancing at Asa, he said very quickly, "How?"

Asa squinted and looked at Lyle for a while, and slowly said, "Yes." Before Lyle had time to show his happy expression, he added, "But you have to lose weight. I seem to watch a few days ago. To a red ball. "

"..." Lyle frowned, and said with a look of expression, "Oh lord, you have to believe me, or if Himan feeds me something weird and weird."

Heman smiled at him with a smile, and said softly, "Yes? Are you sure you didn't eat it yourself?"

"..."

"It's so decided. If your body is too bloated by then, it will never be mentioned."

Lyle stared at Asa with a grudge face, as if to make him change his mind, but Asa just looked at him lightly and turned away, "Don't look at me like this, I'm serious."

But it turns out that getting fat is easy, and it's really hard to lose weight.

At the end of the tour, Lyle was still so fat, no matter how much he lost weight, it would not help. Under the red short hair, you can even see the stacked fat.

"Oh lord, I'm really trying to lose weight. Actually, after you brought me, maybe your wax figure looks particularly childlike-what?" Lyle dragged his suitcase and followed Asa, whispering He suggested, he said hesitantly about the last word.

Asa dragged the suitcase with his left hand and Gar with his right hand, striding towards the outside of the airport. "Childlike? I'd rather bring a bird."

"How can I be cute for a bird?" Lyle frowned, and followed quickly with unwilling eyes. "Adults actually like creatures with hair all over their bodies."

"Really?" Asaph paused. "What are the red ones on your body? Combs?"

"This is not funny, sir."

On the night Asa stayed in the Cypress Suite in the White House, several people waited for several guests, Dean and Crow of the Bruch family, and four generations of vampires living in Las Vegas.

"Hello, sir, I'm sorry to disturb you so late." Dean stood at the door of the room and took off his hat politely. "But I think I have to come."

"Hello sir, my first meeting is my name is Clauer McGrady Bruch." The man standing next to Dean introduced himself, "I'm glad to meet you."

Asa raised her eyebrows, and slightly leaned back. "Hello," he said sideways, "Long time, Mr. Dean."

Dean walked into the room with a smile, his eyes and expressions were tired. "It's been a long time, but I wasn't anxious at that time." I glanced at the person sitting on the sofa, "Hello, trust Duke Rhedo. "

Seaman didn't get up, just slightly raised his chin and nodded.

"What bothers you?" Asa walked back to the sofa and frowned, "is it ..."

The author has something to say: Sao Rui. . . . I have time code for rest today.