"Old man, what kind of Santa Claus do you really want to find?" Demon Xiaolong followed the Holy Lord boredly and asked casually.
"Why not?" the Holy Lord asked calmly, a yellow horn-like pointer in his hand constantly emitting bright red energy.
The demon dragon yawned and joked lightly: "This is not like your style, old man. You spent three days just to find a way to break the magic. When did you become so trustworthy?"
The Holy Lord walked silently, his eyes slightly gloomy: "Pay attention to your attitude."
Demon Xiaolong paused, his eyes flickered, and he said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, okay, you are the most trustworthy, my great father, Your Majesty."
The Holy Master stopped talking, and just increased the output of magic power to the horns. When they walked to a small stream, the horns trembled slightly, and then returned to their original appearance.
But the Holy Lord has already stopped: "This is it, let your demonic energy explode."
The demon dragon stretched out his hand as if it didn't matter, and the terrifying black air enveloped the surroundings. He slowly opened his mouth, and a tremor sounded like it was coming from the void.
A strange and terrifying syllable swept through the black demonic energy, and the surrounding space suddenly trembled.
Between heaven and earth, black energy and righteousness slowly looked over, and then slowly disappeared.
The demon dragon flew into the air, pressed down hard with one hand, and another weird syllable appeared from his mouth, and a raging fire instantly burned in the rolling darkness.
As the space continues to distort, endless chill sweeps across the surroundings instantly.
In the sky, a piece of cool snowflake slowly fell, and then, pieces of snowflakes covered the space next to the stream, making the Holy Lord frown in displeasure.
Fire demons don't like water and ice.
As the third syllable of the devil dragon fell, in an instant, a pure white door suddenly descended, and the surrounding snowflakes suddenly increased. The goose-feather-like heavy snow continued to fall, dyeing the green grass with a layer of pure white.
"What a disgusting weather." The devil dragon said unhappily, and a circle of flames appeared around him, blocking all the snowflakes.
The Holy Lord looked at the door, frowned and walked in first: "Let's go, stop complaining."
Demon Xiaolong followed. The moment he stepped into the white portal, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Hey, old man, if I guessed correctly, you were deceived."
The Holy Lord looked at the pure white world around him with a gloomy expression. The endless heavy snow and the continuous snow-capped mountains were all the scenery here.
The Holy Master turned around without thinking, preparing to leave directly, but the next moment, the portal behind him disappeared without knowing when, and what he saw was still a piece of snow-white.
The Holy Lord waved his hand, and the powerful flame energy formed a mirror, projecting the scene of hell: "Ximu, I need an explanation!"
"What's wrong? Huh? I found Santa Claus's residence. It's very good. Shendu." Ximu appeared on the screen and said happily.
"Uncle Eighth, the old man is very angry now. If you are still so out of tune, I'm afraid things won't end so easily, after all." Demon Xiaolong said expressionlessly: "You don't want this space to be exiled, right?" The smile on Ximu's face became warmer: "The eldest nephew was joking, so what happened? I need to know the current situation, otherwise I can't give you the answer, right?"
"This space is connected to the North Pole, don't tell me, this is the angel's cemetery!" There was even a trace of murderous intent in the eyes of the Holy Master, staring at Ximu.
Twice, the runes of Lotus Temple and Santa Claus here, this Ximu dug holes for him again and again. Do you really think that fraudsters are easy to deceive?
Ximu paused and innocently spread his hands: "I don't know, maybe it's the mutual attraction between my abilities. After all, I was almost broken in the first place, so you can't blame me."
As he spoke, he changed his style and said: "But you can rest assured about what you said. The sky represents vastness. It carries part of my spatial ability. It is not something that is pressed down by the angel. It should not disturb the angel.
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The Holy Lord closed his eyes, took a deep breath, barely suppressed his murderous intent, and said coldly: "It's best to do this, otherwise, you won't be able to come out of hell. I believe that with your brokenness, I can send you to hell."
Go back."
The smile on Ximu's face paused, and then he said gently: "Really, I promise."
The Holy Lord waved his hand impatiently, and the projection was cut off. He sensed his surroundings and slowly flew away into the distance.
The demon dragon looked at the back of the Holy Lord and narrowed his eyes slightly, keeping up with the Holy Lord's flying speed, and asked strangely: "Old man, when did you become so cowardly? Can you tolerate this?"
The Holy Lord glanced at him, took a deep breath, and said coldly: "You talk a lot more than you did a thousand years ago. Remember, as long as you are obedient, you will always have a place in my kingdom."
Demon Xiaolong paused and said with a smile: "I know, I'm just a little unhappy about your current loneliness."
The Holy Lord turned his head without speaking, and began to chant magic spells in his mouth. The surrounding blizzard suddenly stopped, and powerful energy fluctuations began to gather.
There was a trace of thought in the eyes of the devil dragon, and then he smiled and stretched out his hand. In the ice and snow, a second sun began to appear in the sky, and the hot breath began to spread.
The moment a snow-capped mountain nearly twice as tall as any other mountain appeared in front of him, a fireball with a diameter of more than a hundred meters and a terrifying energy beam slammed into the top of the mountain.
Buzz~
A very modern siren sounded instantly, and a lighthouse-like building on the top of the snow-capped mountain emitted red light and illuminated the surrounding area.
A fat old man with a white beard walked out of the Christmas house, his pure eyes looking at the approaching powerful attack with fear.
The surrounding space fluctuated strongly, and elves wearing green clothes and no more than one meter tall appeared instantly. They wore green Santa hats on their pointed ears and looked at the sky solemnly.
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"Arctic Guards gather!"
A loud shout rang out, and immediately more elves appeared out of thin air. They raised their hands one after another, and a powerful green barrier instantly enveloped the entire mountain.
Boom! Boom boom boom.
The terrifying loud noise spread throughout the space, causing a huge avalanche and causing chaos in the area.
Santa Claus's voice was a little raspy, and he asked in panic: "What is that? It's so scary!"
An elf looked at the faint cracks on the barrier and said: "I don't know either, but I can feel the powerful darkness. We need support!"
"Support? How to find support?" Santa Claus said in a panic.
"Aiweier!" The elf didn't answer, but shouted loudly.
"Here we come!" A female elf ran out quickly and said solemnly: "What are the captain's orders?"
"Ten years ago, a mage named Chen left our red list. If you go to him, you will say that Santa Claus is in danger." The captain looked at the cracked shield and said solemnly: "We may not be able to hold on.
How long has it been?"
"Yes, I'll go right away." Avril replied, and her figure disappeared into thin air.
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Ring ring ring.
“Welcome to Dad’s Antique Shop, may I help you in any way.”
"Hello, are there any antiques from the Lin Dynasty here? I'm more interested in those from that period." A middle-aged man wearing a top hat walked into the store and asked with a smile.
The smile on Tru's face became more sincere. He walked out of the counter and slightly stretched his hand to the left to guide the customers: "Yes, there are antiques from the Lin Dynasty here. Take a look and see what you need."
"How about introducing it to me?" the middle-aged man explained: "My boss is an elegant collector. I need to inform him of the detailed information so that I know what to buy."
"Um, this is a vase?" Tru said, somewhat speechless: "You can take it away as long as 400,000 yuan."
The middle-aged man paused, glanced at Tru with a strange look, shook his head, and walked out.
"Oh~ Tru! You really don't know how to do business!"
The moment the middle-aged man walked out of the antique store, his father's voice exploded, startling Xiaoyu who was sitting in the living room watching TV.
Tohru was stunned and looked at the library with some confusion. Wasn't his father looking at the Encyclopedia of Magic? Why
Dad walked out angrily and hooked his hand.
After Tru lowered his head, he slapped his fingers together on his forehead and shouted: "You are an incompetent salesperson, you must understand antiques so that you can sell them!" "Uh, but..." Tohru covered his head and felt aggrieved. He used to be a member of the Black Hand Gang and never had to speak eloquently.
Dad reaches out and bang!
"No but! The customer just now was obviously planning to buy it. Because of your lack of understanding, Dad lost tens of thousands of dollars in income!" Dad said angrily: "These will be deducted from your expenses!
Late night snacks will be cancelled."
"Um, okay sir, that one"
Snap!
Dad couldn't help but give him another slap. He pushed Tru towards the library and said, "No, I have to put down my magic research and give you an in-depth training."
"But Dad, I still have to look after the store. Chen Long went to buy lunch." Tru was pushed forward helplessly, trying to reason with Dad.
"Xiaoyu will be interested in antique shops, right?" Dad turned to look at the living room gently and asked.
With a big smile on Xiaoyu's face, she quickly ran behind the counter and said, "Of course, selling things is not difficult, I can do it."
"Look, Xiaoyu is so smart." Dad said gently, turned around and yelled: "Look at you again, stupid apprentice, you need to train together when Chen Long comes back! God knows you lost it when Dad wasn't paying attention.
How many guests have we had!"
"Okay sir." Tru entered the library helplessly.
As the door was closed with a bang, Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief. The angry father was so scary.
Ring ring ring.
The doorbell rang, and Xiaoyu sat up straight in an instant, with a smile on her face: "Welcome. Um, Uncle Long, you are back."
Chen Long glanced around in confusion and asked, "Where are Dad and Tru?"
Xiaoyu's face looked a little strange: "I'm going for training. Dad wants to teach him sales knowledge."
Chen Long was stunned and immediately thought of something bad. It was a training of torture. He was obviously a glorious archaeologist, but he had to suffer this kind of torture.
Just as he was about to say something, the door to the library opened with a bang: "Chen Long, come in quickly, Tru needs your help."
Chen Long was stunned and helplessly raised his forehead: "Dad, can you eat first? Xiaoyu is hungry."
Just as Dad was about to speak, the temperature of the entire antique store dropped instantly, and a female elf appeared out of thin air in front of them.