Womanizing Mage

The moonlight fell coldly, and the whole world was silent. The cool wind blows, carrying the icy cold air through the mountains.

A white shadow stood on the top of Yuxu Mountain, and the mountain wind blew her clothes, making a crackling sound, just like a fairy, not like a person in the world.

After a long time, a soft sigh came from Bai Ying's mouth, and the faint loneliness echoed in the valley and jungle.

"Wushuang? What a nice name." Bai Ying murmured, those sad star eyes involuntarily appeared in his mind, why did he call her Wushuang? Why do you look at her with such sad eyes? Is it the wrong person?

If Long Yi were here, he would find that the white shadow on the mountain top was Wushuang who lost his memory for some reason.

"My name is Bing Ning, not Wushuang." Bai Ying said softly again, she gently removed her veil, revealing a peerless face, her face was peaceful and indifferent, but she was thinking about that strange man, her He didn't exist in her memory, but she could feel the strange telepathy between him and herself, which made her very disturbed.

Bing Ning suddenly raised her hand and pulled out a strange pendant from her neck. It was made of unknown metal, the back was as smooth as jade, and the front was engraved with a fiery red sun rising from the east. Waking up in the coffin, this pendant was worn around her neck.

Staring at the pendant for a long time, Bing Ning held it in the palm of her hand. She didn't know what the pendant represented, but she knew that the pendant was very important to her.

"Perhaps I should go back to the Holy City, and I don't know what it has become?" Bing Ning murmured, unexpectedly, she slept for thousands of years, and her hometown, the Holy City, has now become a lost sight in people's eyes. City. In any case, she had to go back and have a look, to pay homage to her parents and the people of the whole city.

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Long Yi closed his eyes, felt the whistling wind in his ears, and also felt his body falling weightlessly.

Suddenly. His body froze, and he was lifted up like a chicken, but it was the white-bearded sword god who grabbed his clothes, and stood on the top of the mountain in a flash.

The sword god threw Long Yi on the ground, and a wine jug appeared in his hand, and he poured a few gulps into his mouth, showing a satisfied expression.

Long Yi's whole body seemed to be falling apart, he was lying on the ground with his limbs wide open, the true qi in his dantian began to slowly repair his damaged meridians, but the wound in his heart was still aching. In fact, he is not strong, and he may be more easily injured than ordinary people when facing his closest friends and relatives.

"Gangzi, do you want to have a sip?" The sword god threw the jug over.

Long stretched out his big hand to catch the jug. The cow drank a few sips, chirped, and said: "Good wine, it is almost comparable to the hundred flowers brewed by the elf royal family."

As soon as he heard the word Baihuaniang, the old sword god's eyes immediately opened wide. Sitting down next to Long Yi, he asked, "Have you ever drank Baihua Niang?"

"Nonsense, young master, my wife is an elf princess, and Bai Huaniang is for drinking." Long Yiniu coaxed. Chatting and spanking like this made him feel much more at ease. If he knew that Wushuang's amnesia was caused by the Ice Palace, he would smash the Ice Palace sooner or later.

"Really? Then do you still have it on your body?" The old sword god salivated, obviously a guy who was addicted to alcohol.

"Looks like there are one or two bottles left, what do you want to do?" Long Yi raised his eyebrows and asked.

As soon as he heard that there was Baihua Niang on Long Yi, the old sword god lifted Long Yi up, shook him and said excitedly: "Then take it out soon, old man, I have never drank Baihua Niang in my whole life."

Long Yi was almost turned off by the old man, and managed to get out of his clutches. He said angrily, "What are you doing, don't you know I was injured?"

Hearing the words, the old sword god grabbed Long Yi's hand, and poured in a trace of searching vindictive energy, suddenly let out a surprise, and said: "Your physique is really strange, you can actually absorb my vindictive energy, it was quite serious just now It’s strange that the injury has healed so much, it’s really strange.”

"Okay, don't touch it, I'm not good at that, you just want to give it to you." Long Yi shook off the old man's hand and said with a smile, took out a bottle of Hundred Flowers Brew from the interspatial ring and handed it to the old man.

The old sword god glared at Long Yi, but for the sake of Baihuaniang's land, he didn't care about it. As soon as the cork was opened, an elegant and peculiar aroma of wine spread out from the bottle, and the mouth watered immediately after smelling it.

The old sword god took a sip cautiously, closed his eyes and was intoxicated for a long time before shaking his head and saying: "If I can drink Baihua Niang, I, Murong Bo, will die without regret."

"Murong Bo! You... are Murong Bo?" Long Yi heard that the old man called himself Murong Bo, and couldn't help exclaiming. Murong Bo was the number one sword master in Canglan Continent and the first one with the field of Dou Qi before a few years ago. Great man, he didn't expect to go one step further and become a sword god that people can't reach.

"You kid, have you ever heard my name? I haven't been born for nearly forty years." Murong Boqi said, and put the hundred flower brew that he had only taken a sip into the interspatial ring.

"I'm afraid even a three-year-old child knows your name, Murong Bo. You are the pride of our Mad Dragon Empire. Now that you show up, all warrior professions will go crazy for it." Long Yi laughed, although he Surprised, but not to the point of worship.

Murong Bo's expression suddenly became a little gloomy, he sighed: "All fame and fortune are empty, what happens to the world has nothing to do with me."

"You don't even have anything to do with Judy and Kailin, the sacred priests of the Church of Light?" Long Yi laughed. He had only heard the bishop of Tenglong City from the Church of Light say this last time.

Murong Bo was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "You know quite a lot, kid. I have nothing to do with them. All grievances and grievances have disappeared forty years ago."

"But it's said that the two of them still miss you, and they haven't married yet." Long Yi said with a chuckle.

Murong Bo shook his head, waved his hand and gave Long a shudder, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, what are you talking about about my old man, tell me quickly, do you know that little girl who has reached the realm of Dharma God?"

As soon as Wushuang was mentioned, Long Yi's mood became gloomy again. He pulled up a piece of grass and bit it in his mouth, lay down and looked at Yinyue in the sky and said: "I think we know each other, but now she has forgotten me."

"Amnesia? This is a bit troublesome, this girl is not simple." Murong Bo sighed.

"Who is stronger between you and her?" Long Yi asked curiously.

"If you really want to go all out, she can kill me, and I can seriously injure her, so in terms of overall strength, she is higher than me." Murong Bo said, he is telling the truth, he is a real master who is beyond fame and wealth.

To be honest, Long Yi was still happy for Wushuang, he didn't expect that in just two years, she would step into the realm of Fashen.

"This little girl's water magic has reached the realm of the God of Law, and her cultivation of space magic is not weak. She is probably invincible in this world." Murong Bo said in a deep voice.

"No matter how invincible she is, she is also my Long Yi's woman." Long Yi said confidently, although Wu Shuang couldn't remember him and he was hit hard, but is he, Long Yi, the one who admits defeat so easily? A woman who is his for a day will be his woman for the rest of her life, and this will not change no matter what.

Murong Bo chuckled, and said: "You look like a flirtatious kid, which family are you from." The reason why Murong Bo asked this was because he felt the kind of nobility on Long Yi, which is by no means something ordinary people can have. temperament.

"The Ximen Family of the Mad Dragon Empire." Long Yi replied.

"The Ximen family? Are you the son of that brat Ximen Nu? No wonder, there is indeed a shadow of Ximen Nu." Murong Bo laughed after looking at Long Yi.

Uh... Long Yi was speechless, Ximen Nu was still a brat in his eyes, but the Ximen Kuang he was talking about seemed to be his grandfather, Ximen Nu's old man.

"You know my grandfather? Do you know where he is now?" Long Yi asked.

"Of course I do. Your grandfather had to call me big brother back then, but I don't know where he is now." Murong Bo shook his head and said, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Long Yi was a little disappointed when he heard the words, suddenly he asked: "Old man, do you know the female sword master who is on good terms with my grandfather?"

"Female sword master? At that time, there were indeed several female sword masters who were entangled with your grandfather. There should be no more female sword masters." Murong Bo laughed.

Long Yi turned white one by one, the old man did it on purpose, he didn't believe that the old man who became a spirit didn't understand what he meant.

Long Yi described the appearance of that female sword saint, and asked Murong Bo if he had any impression.

Murong Bo shook his head, it's been so long, how could he remember so much.

"By the way, she also gave me a necklace that seals the ice wall." Long Yi took out the necklace and showed it to Murong Bo.

"Wall of Ice Spin! Are you sure?" Murong Bo looked surprised, grabbed the necklace on Long Yi's chest and looked carefully.

"Of course I'm sure. Back when I bombarded her with lightning spells, I almost died under her god-level defensive magic that can reflect attacks." Long Yi said with lingering fear. If it wasn't for his body's instinctive ability to absorb lightning, he might have already died. It's dead.

"So, could it be her?" Murong Bo murmured with his expression changing.