Sure enough, half an hour later, Doodle flew back, buzzing and circling over Andrew's head, goblin powder spilling from his wings into Andrew's eyes. "Hey, Andrew!" he said. "I found it!"

"Dudu, what did you find?"

"Guess!"

Andrew snorted, "Don't. “

"Oh, don't be like this, just guess a little?"

Andrew frowned, he had a slight uneasiness, it seemed that something was watching around, the red lightning in Andrew's eyes flashed, but Andrew managed not to let him see it--- so as to avoid the direct erosion of this cute goblin.

Dudu is really a real goblin. "Dudu, it's getting late, you swore you'd tell me. “

"It's not fun at all. He complained. "No wonder you've never been on a date, unless someone wants to get a message from you. “

Andrew looked at him in amazement, and he smiled happily. "Andrew Lee, we've been watching you!"

That's a big deal. Andrew suddenly imagined a dozen goblins peeping inside out of Andrew's apartment window. Next time, they have to prevent them from doing this to Andrew again. Andrew wasn't afraid of them or anything, just to prevent --- especially when he was making out with Qiu.

"Toot, tell me quickly. Andrew sighed.

"It's coming!" he screamed. Andrew's five fingers are flat and stretch out Andrew's palm, palm up. He landed in Andrew's palm. Andrew could barely feel his weight, but Andrew sensed the aura on his body flowing through Andrew's skin like tiny electric currents.

He looked into Andrew's eyes without fear - the elf's soul was not as complete as that of a wizard, and it had no idea what was hidden behind Andrew's calm eyes. Elves also have no way to explore mortal souls, even if they know the spell of the Dementor.

"Alright!" said Dudu. "I've talked to Blue Flower, he's talked to Rednose, and Red Nose has talked to Aspen's counterpart to Ge, and Ge has said GoldenEye that he's here in a pizza cart the night before!" Dudu pridefully straightened his chest.

Andrew wondered. "Pizza cart?"

"Pizza!" shouted Dudu happily. "Pizza!pizza!pizza!" he began flapping his wings again, and Andrew blinked, trying to shake the damn goblin powder off before sneezing.

"Leprechauns like pizza?" Andrew asked.

"Oh, Andrew. Dudu couldn't catch his breath. "Could it be that you've never eaten pizza before?"

"Of course I did. Andrew said.

Doot looked a little hurt. "And then you're going to eat it all by yourself?"

Andrew sighed and said, "Well, to thank you for your help, I'll bring you pizza later." “

Doodoo jumps back and forth in ecstasy, jumping from one of Andrew's fingertips to the other. "Awesome! Awesome! I'll tell them later! Let's see who dares to laugh at Dudu next time!"

"Toot toot. Andrew said as he tried to calm him down. "Did he see anything else?"

Dudu smirked, his expression mischievous and lewd. "He said there are mortals exercising over here, and then they need pizza to regain their strength!"

"Which pizza?"

The goblin squinted at Andrew, as if Andrew had become hopelessly stupid. "Andrew, it's just the pizza cart. With that, he soared into the sky and disappeared into the woods overhead.

Andrew sighed and nodded, Dudu couldn't tell the difference between McDonald's and Pizza Hut at all. He has no concept of brands and can't read - the vast majority of goblins hate writing.

Now Andrew has two pieces of news. One is that someone ordered pizza to come here, which means two things. The first is that someone was here last night, and second, someone saw them and talked to them. Andrew should be able to find the driver of the pizza van and ask him if he saw Philip.

The second piece of news is that Doodoo has just mentioned the movement. The goblins don't really understand the movement of our mortals, for them, a bunch of naked men and women are sensual and sporty. They have a habit of stealing kisses and evil beautiful girls. It seems that Philip is staying here with his lover and the like, so there will be "sports" going on.

Andrew felt that Monica couldn't accept this fact. Although her husband got a creepy scorpion, he didn't want to be a wizard. He's a lover here, he's just like those husbands who are tired of the yellow-faced woman in his house, and he wants to be liberated when he's under pressure--- thinking of the lovely face of the young woman Monica, Andrew hears the demonic laughter within. It's not a glamorous thing, but Andrew can understand their motivation for doing so.

The only question was what to tell Monica. Andrew had the feeling that she wouldn't want to know what Andrew had discovered.

Andrew picked up the small plates, bowls, and cups, and put them in Andrew's black nylon backpack with the easy plate--- that feeling of peeping was still there, and with Andrew's current strength, even the Dark Lord couldn't hide it completely. The poplar wand spewed out a gray mist, and the space around it seemed to freeze. Andrew once again seemed to enter the world of mirrors--- he became blurry and distorted, and at this time, Andrew was like a churning gray ghost--- the picture of hell had completely merged with Andrew's body, and the price was that Andrew became what he is now.

The man, armed with an unsheathed sword, appeared silently in the darkness, without any magical effect, announcing his arrival. Like Andrew, he is taller, but stronger than Andrew, and shows his high position with a solemn expression. He was about fifty years of age, with a few patches of gray in his dark brown hair, and he wore a long black coat, similar to Andrew's, except that he had no cloak, and his coat and trousers were dark - iron gray and dark blue, respectively.

The shirt is pure white, and you can only see such a white shirt on someone who wears a tuxedo. The eyeballs are gray with crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, and they look quite fierce. The moonlight hue reflected in his eyes was the same as the bright silver greatsword. He calmly walked up to Andrew and spoke in a calm tone.

"Andrew Lee, until you are still indulging in illusory morality and ethics, shackling your free nature with false boundaries, when will you wake up from your pathetic self-deception, you are a doomsday warrior with blood on your hands, don't forget, you are not Andrew Lee at all, you are not a wizard, you were, you are, and you must be--- you are a murderer and destroyer, the first knight to open the apocalypse. The man said loudly, the tone was like the magnetic recitation of the tragic hero in the theater: "I want to remind you, whether you admit it or not, whether you want to or not, you can't escape, you are destined to only become yourself------ the more you struggle, the tighter the bonds of fate will be, the more you suppress, the more turbulent the flood of desire, look at the sea in front of you, do you fantasize that relying on your poor will, can hinder your endless sea-like desires?

In the deep blue sky hung a full golden moon, and below the sand by the sea, all planted with endless green watermelons, among which there was a young man of eleven or twelve, with a silver ring around his neck, and a steel fork in his hand, and stabbed at a horse with all his might, but the man twisted his body and fled from under his crotch.

This may be the perfect memory of the moon in the wilderness for most people, but in reality, if you're in the wilderness and you're a wizard, anything can happen--- whether it's your hallucination or your hometown memory.....

Under the starry sky by the sea, a gloomy man approached, he still held an unsheathed hundred-foot giant sword in his hand----- Andrew did not react, he knew very well what was going on--- the picture of hell invaded reality again, and the demon of destruction came.

Andrew quickly took a breath and restrained himself from launching any attacks---- in the eyes of outsiders, Andrew disappeared, the picture of hell came, and the surrounding area had been swallowed by the enchantment, if there was a wizard entering the enchantment, then he was equivalent to entering another world--- a world where real demons existed.

Andrew struggles to suppress the surging forces of destruction. At this time, the surrounding area has become a blood-red world, the beach has turned into flowing magma, the sea has turned into a fishy sea of blood, the bright moon in the sky has turned into a broken and cracked skeleton, and the clouds have become a hellish ghost.

Andrew can't take action, because any attack he makes at this time will only make this erosion worse---- and wants to suppress the power of destruction through the power of destruction, and the only consequence is destruction.

Andrew had already seen such a situation, his eyes were like flames, but he did not do anything, Andrew did not burn the devil's --- to ashes, but nodded. "Xie An, good night, you and I both know that now is not the time, not against you. You are me, and you should know that now is not the time for you. “

Xie An's mean, resolute face looked even meaner, and the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth became longer and deeper. "It's a technical issue, Lee, both. He pressed the hilt of his sword with his broad, powerful hands, and his gray hair was tied back in a ponytail that looked like that of an elderly Andrew. If it weren't for Xie An's face being too thin and old, it would have been more like it.

"What is your point?" Andrew tried to relax as much as he could, rather than taking an attacking stance.

Everyone should know that the so-called "nameless fire" is the impulse to destroy everything.

Xie An is the embodiment of Andrew's destructive power, he looks like old Andrew--- everyone will grow old, and will face all kinds of problems brought about by old age, the most terrible and important of which is: loss of feelings.

Xie An is the original demon after the picture of hell is integrated into Andrew---- or he is Andrew, he is Andrew's "wall breaker" after the embodiment of all the power of destruction.

He is always dangling around Andrew, always ready to tempt Andrew, by the way, see if he can directly devour Andrew---- imagine that Xie An and Andrew have exactly the same ability--- Xie An is even more familiar with some of his abilities than Andrew--- and the only problem Xie An faces is the continuation of life, what reason does Xie An have not to devour Andrew's life.

Andrew is one of the most potential wizards in the world--- and so is Shea, and he has no scruples that Shea can even draw magic directly from destruction, any of his spells have the power of destruction--- which neither Tom Riddle nor Gellert Grindelwald can do, maybe Don can.

In fact, if he wanted to, he could have neatly defeated both Tom Riddle and Gellert Grindelwald.

"My focus is. He frowned. "You are wasting your time, you are a complete waste of time, you admit the principle of the supremacy of strength, you know that any unfavorable situation is because of your own lack of ability, but you are not willing to give up your so-called hypocritical morality and integrate into the supreme law, you know, as long as you agree, you can easily become the king of this world---- you are a complete waste of time. “

"Andrew is working on a missing person case. Andrew was silent for a moment before speaking. "I haven't figured it out yet, maybe as you said, I'm wasting my time, but so what? If I can't be free, if I can't do what I want to do, even if I integrate into the Supreme Law, even if I become the king of the world, I'm just a puppet, and it's useless to me. “

"Hmph, quibbling, and fantasizing about the so-called free will, it's just your illusion. Xie An sneered.

Andrew raised his chin and looked at him defiantly. They are so similar--- one is older, one is younger, one is dressed gentlemanly, one is sloppy and casual, one is aggressive, and the other is silent----- Andrew feels unprecedented pressure in the face of his old self.

Andrew shouldn't be his enemy, because there is no chance of winning--- ordinary wizards will of course feel that their future selves will be better and better--- their young selves are smarter and more energetic than their young selves, their middle-aged selves are more stable and calm than their younger selves, and their old selves have seen the vicissitudes of life, the world has changed, and the wisest --- life seems to be like a polished diamond with the accumulation of years, becoming more and more shiny.

In fact, for most people, from the moment of birth, life is the beginning of continuous decay, continuous solidification and weakening, continuous loss, and continuous destruction--- and it will not get better and better at all, but will not go back to destruction at the beginning.

"Say whatever you want......

Xie An looked at Andrew mockingly. "The weak, as it always is, clings to their pitiful self-esteem and claims that they just don't want to, as if they have other options. “

Xie An opened his dark coat and inserted the sword back into its scabbard. Andrew remained silent. That sword is not the most dangerous thing on his body, not even the edge---- even if it is the current Andrew, the wand is not the most relied on and the most powerful means of attack, not to mention that after old age, after falling, preparing for the entire void space, and the power of destruction to materialize demons--- that sword is just a totem of his destruction.

Like all swords---- no matter what its history or name, swords are meant to destroy lives. The terrifying Sword of Destruction could split any spell--- even Queen Anne's demigod spells became as vulnerable as paper in front of the Sword of Destruction.

"Of course you can express your opinion, but as I just said, it's my freedom--- I like the feeling, whether you call it an escape from the weak or something else, in short, I made my decision. Andrew said. "Nice to meet you. “