Three hundred and sixtieth eight chapters fire in July
Something's wrong with me?
What's wrong?!
Of course Zheng Qing knew something was wrong with him - because he was a serious wizard, not a lich, and the red eyes were an accident - but these demons in the dark prison should not know.
After hearing the tiger-headed demon's words, he immediately held his breath, his brain gurgled like boiling water, and he began to think quickly about where he had gone wrong.
There is a slight difference between the dark red of the eyes and the scarlet of demons. Generally, it cannot be seen without looking carefully. Coupled with the dark environment in the dark prison, these demons also have a layer of darkness in their eyes, making their eyesight worse.
, in theory, this is the most reliable evidence that you are a demon.
He had just smeared the wolf demon's plasma on his robe, shoe uppers, wrists, etc. Although he could not completely conceal the wizard's aura, he had already thought of a good excuse - if these demons asked, he would
He said that he had just eaten a few little wizards before he came in, and he must talk about this kind of thing in a sinister and arrogant tone.
He has even found a suitable identity for himself.
All you need to do is change the role of Nikita to yourself. The demons in front of you, whose physical forms have changed drastically, must have been in the dark prison for a long time. As a rookie demon, Nikita should not be known to anyone. The process of her fall, she
Zheng Qing knew everything about her experiences between lich and siren, the reason why she was wanted on the Wizards Alliance's wanted list, and even her preferences and what she was doing before she was captured.
During the time when he climbed back to Linzhong Lake from the dreamland along the ivy, because he was a little bored, the wizard poked the banshee with his gun, telling all the big and small things on the Mist, as well as the withered land of the lich.
I asked about many interesting details, enough to cope with the inquiries of these monsters.
Even compared to most monsters, Nikita's experience is bizarre.
But it is this 'weirdness' that gives Zheng Qing enough confidence to fool people - because what he tells is true. Many times, the more bizarre the facts are, the more people believe them. For example, many people believe in capital
They are conscientious. For another example, people actually expected the An people to put down their butcher knives and convert to pagoda.
"What's wrong?"
The wizard laughed dryly, his mind spinning rapidly, and he was thinking about what he should do if his identity was really exposed because of a certain detail, and these monsters pounced on him.
shot?
Or hold up a magic shield and hold back a big bomb?
Zheng Qing was naturally unwilling to waste his precious life on these bug-like monsters, but if there was a real possibility of being eaten by bugs, he would rather turn into a ball of light in the dark prison.
In the night.
Dozens of scarlet dots fell on Zheng Qing's body. Even the old lich shut up and looked at the wizard with a bit more surprise and uncertainty.
Zheng Qing's heart was already in his throat. He swallowed quietly and slowly tightened his finger on the trigger.
The tiger demon walked around the wizard twice with a step of disowning his relatives. His long and slender tail beat him from side to side, smashing several rocks. His two huge eyeballs looked up and down as he kept looking around and muttering in his mouth.
Goo, mumble something that no one can understand.
After a long while, it made a fierce face and asked: "Tell me, are you hiding something?"
"Huh?" Zheng Qing couldn't keep up with this silly cat.
"You must be hiding something secret!" The tiger demon glared at the wizard, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "The magic content in those two foods is obviously insufficient... You are a lich, you must have used something weird.
Magic takes the magic out of the food... That's why you don't care about the food so much!"
The so-called 'magic content' refers to the total amount of magic power contained in the flesh and blood of the two corpses. This is also the basic indicator for judging the value among prisoners in the Black Prison World, and is comparable to the 'time' of the outside world.
The more the tiger demon spoke, the more he felt that his conjecture was reasonable, his tone became more certain, and his expression became more and more unkind. The other demons who were watching gradually started to make noises, and in addition to scarlet, there seemed to be traces of traces of blood in their eyes when they looked at the wizard.
Saliva.
After Zheng Qing heard that it did not doubt his identity, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to worry about how to explain that he had not "hidden anything".
After staying in the cat fruit tree for a long time, Zheng Qing understood one thing, that is, you can't talk logic or reason to stupid cats. They will use their extraordinary stupid thinking to turn you into a fool - such as in
Regarding the attitude towards the tail - although the tiger monster in front of me is not a serious cat, after all, it once belonged to the feline family.
The truth is always the same.
"I don't lack magic power."
The wizard first denied the basis of the tiger demon's suspicion, and then explained very sincerely: "Before entering the black prison, I just ate a few little lichs...the Kunlun species with fine skin and tender meat, and the Europa that was over-pickled with spices.
So... now my stomach is still very full and I have no appetite at all."
In the night, there were some faint sounds of sucking saliva.
The wizard smiled secretly in his heart, then recalled what Nikita had once commented, and then simply packaged it and relayed: "...You may not know, but the 'preserved' method of eating is very popular outside, which is to eat the little wizard you just captured.
Cut into thin and translucent meat slices, the bones and flesh cannot be separated, and a layer of blood is brushed on top, so it tastes crispy and tough, and tastes fresh and sweet... Then dip it in the popular 'Duo Hua', and you only need
One bite will make you feel full of magic all over your body for a whole month!"
"Before I came in, I ate more than one bite... I ate two, no, three complete little wizards! So now I feel like the magic in my body is about to explode... Why did I touch your food?"
The explanation was extremely sincere, especially the last sentence, because Zheng Qing had personal experience and his words came from the heart. It made all the demons present feel a subtle emotion, as if the little lich in front of him would explode in the next second.
In order to enhance his persuasiveness, Zheng Qing did not hesitate to waste the magic power on his body. He flipped through the spells recorded in the book and raised his hand to release a "July Fire" that required the support of huge magic power.
The surging magic power surged out of his body, disappeared into the depths of the void along the exquisite spells on the Dharma book, and then leveraged the huge and pure magic power among the clouds above the black prison, turning it into pieces of blazing flames, engulfing everyone.
The heavy night above the demon's head was dyed in different shades of red.
Even the white rainbow that spanned hundreds of miles seemed a little dim among the burning clouds.
The tiger monster screamed.
The large and small demons that had gathered around the wizard dispersed in a hurry, disappearing into the dark night in the blink of an eye, without leaving a trace of breath, as if those scarlet eyeballs surrounding Zheng Qing were his.
the illusion.
That was certainly not an illusion, because in addition to the escaped demon, the old lich and the tiger demon appeared silently beside Zheng Qing, like two stones. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would have judged it based on your spiritual sense alone.
, Zheng Qing was completely unable to distinguish the difference between these two monsters and the large and small gravels in the wilderness.
Moving like a strong wind, as quiet as a rock, switching between movement and stillness freely. Perhaps this is one of the main skills for these weak monsters to survive in this dark world.
With this emotion deep in his heart, the wizard and the two demons looked up.
July is on fire.
Hundreds of fireballs broke through the thick clouds in the night sky of the Black Prison, falling from the sky with long flame tails.