Two hours later, Rhododendron Manor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"And after that?"

Phil sat in front of the courtyard, oblivious to the apocalyptic ruins around him.

Fliton found a very good tea set from the manor and boiled water for Phil in the yard to make tea.

After listening to Phil's question, Freeton, who was standing in front of him, bowed his head and replied: "I was afraid that I would be burned to death if I fell into that furnace, but it seems that those flames are all illusions, and I can't feel the burning at all, I just feel warm, but the hair on my body is burned out." ”

"Where's the old man?"

"He," said Fryton, "his clothes seem to be quite different, not burning, and his hair is the same, but he seems to be in pain, and he keeps screaming, calling me to kill him, and then telling me to get him out, young master, I think he is a madman." ”

Phil rubbed his temples, and he didn't know how many times he regretted buying this slave.

"Go on, it's not over yet, is it?" Phil took a sip of tea to calm down, but Flitton's next sentence almost made him squirt.

Then the stove got flooded, but the old man couldn't swim, and he drowned. ”

Phil closed his eyes and regretted buying the slave again.

"Be specific!"

No matter how stupid Flitton is, he understands that his master is emotionally unstable at the moment, which is related to the specific intensity of the lesson he will receive next, like a ruler, if he can't stabilize his master's emotions above the "good" scale, then the intensity of his lesson will reach below the "very bad" scale.

Trembling slightly, Flitton quickly organized the following language and spoke in detail about the specific situation at that time.

"It's over, it's coming, it's coming......"

Flitton sat in a corner, pretending not to hear anything from the crazy old man across from him. The thinking area of his current head is mainly divided into several parts: one is what to do if he goes back to be taught a lesson by the young master, the second is what to do if he is hungry, the third is what to do if his hair is burned off, and the fourth is how is that Moira now. These few occupy the vast majority of the positions, and there is a little corner left, which is "the madman on the other side is so noisy", "how do you get out", "these fires are so strange" and so on.

"It's over, it's over, it's coming, it's coming......"

The shackled mad old man snorted again.

"Stop arguing!" called Flitton, frowning.

"You don't understand, you don't know anything," said the mad old man with a sad face.

"What don't I understand?"

"You're just a poor creature who accidentally ran in, and you don't understand what's going to happen next. Through this period of observation, the crazy old man also discovered that Flitton was not the person he was waiting for at all, and all his plans for so long were in vain.

"It's all you!" cried the mad old man viciously, "it's all you, and if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am now!"

However, he soon paid the price for his words and actions.

All thoughts in Flitton's mind stopped because of the mad old man's intermittent seizures, and he got up and walked away.

"Hey, hey, what are you going to do! I'm a full wizard! I'm still a full knight! You'd better consider—"

"Ahh

Straight punch, move forward bravely, divide the sea and break the mountain, and hit the right heart!

"Ahh

Whip legs, like thunder, flick the tail and split the wind, and hit the waist!

"Oh!"

Catch it, swim the dragon and explore the sea!

A hug, the old tree is entrenched!

With one fall, the tiger's body flips!

"Smack", the sound of the body hitting the ground.

Finally, as the end, he soared more and more, and fell down on his knees.

"Bang!"

Flitton's knee hit the mad old man's chest, and by this time, the other party had long been unable to make a sound.

Even so, it was enough to satisfy Flitton, you must know that the series of actions just now are the result of his training for a long time, coupled with the strength of the big knight, even if he is a formal knight in the prime of life, now he can only be interrupted. But this old man is not like this, his body can't be broken no matter how he fights, that's why Flitton fights so well, during this time, the crazy old man has been beaten by him several times like this, and each time it can have a soothing effect.

As for the crazy old man's words about what he said about a "formal wizard", ha, he is a madman, can you believe what he says?

After the fight, Flitton ignored the motionless old man lying on the ground and returned to his corner to rest.

Sure enough, after a while, the crazy old man woke up from his coma.

"Crazy, all crazy—"

Fliton moved slightly, and immediately interrupted the mad old man's whispering.

The old man sat furthest away from the River, not daring to speak again.

Not long after, a strange noise was heard outside the stove. The crazy old man immediately screamed.

"It's over, it's over, it's coming again......"

Fliton raised his fist impatiently: "Do you still want to be beaten?"

"No, it's going to come anyway...... "The crazy old man knelt helplessly on the ground with a desperate face.

"Bubbling ......"

Fliton was still wondering, when the sound of water suddenly came, and a thin layer of water suddenly appeared in the stove. It's about the same as the underground lake outside, but it's a little redder.

Fliton stepped on it with his foot, and he didn't feel any different from ordinary water, at most it felt a little warm in the fire in the stove.

"Ahh......h

The mad old man, as if he had encountered something terrible, kept jumping up along the wall of the stove, trying to escape from here, but to no avail, jumping up, at most four or five meters, and then falling into the water.

"Help me, save me......"

The mad old man jumped a few times and began to call for help from Freeton.

By this time, the water was waist-high.

"You look like you've been here for a long time, how can you not swim?" said Flitton.

The mad old man just screamed, as if he was in great pain, and Flitton began to feel a little strange at this time, even the mad old man he had beaten the most before had never screamed in such pain.

But if you want Flitton to save him, it is impossible, because the other party pulled him down, and it is impossible for Flitton to save someone who wants to kill him.

Soon, the water overflowed overhead, and Fliton floated lightly on the water, but when he looked left and right, the mad old man did not come up.

Can't really swim?

Fliton didn't pay any attention to it, he looked up at the mouth of the stove, and when the water was full, he could go out, right?

The water slowly rose and gradually approached the neck of the stove.

At this time, Flitton suddenly felt something strange in his body.

What is that crazy old man doing?

Out of sight below the water, Flitton plunged into the water to see what the crazy old man was doing.

So he saw such a picture.

In the blood-red water, there is a fire, as if there are two worlds. The naked Flitton turned his body upside down and stopped at the surface of the water, the crazy old man in white linen clothes was at the bottom of the water, and a white streamer flew out of the crazy old man's body and connected directly to Flitton.

At this moment, the black and white butterfly quietly flipped its wings.