Tyrone looked at Zyra's handwriting on the paper, and it was okay, only slightly crooked. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many traversers who have been reborn will have inexplicably ugly handwriting. And Zyra is not a traverser, but a dryad, and if she doesn't master the master's writing ability, all plans will come to naught.

Tyrone: "Write it a few more times, and write it neatly, before it comes in handy." ”

It was late at night, and LeBlanc had been waiting at home since he had been out in the morning, already a little anxious and worried, and Tyrone could feel that it was time to go back.

The night outside the window was surprisingly dim, as if there were fierce beasts lurking in the darkness, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.

Zyra: "You're worried about her, is she beautiful?"

Zyra, who had stopped writing, said suddenly.

Tyrone, who still treats her as a child, has nothing to answer, and is momentarily surprised by how quickly she matures.

Who let the general pierce Tyrone in front of Zyra? Tyrone had to deal with this unprepared contradiction.

Tyrone unleashed the blade, and the cold light caused the atmosphere in the room to plummet, and he looked at the Deathblade, "I was just a lucky boy who got it. The General's eldest daughter, Katarina, was opposed to me holding it. My position as a retainer in the Durkkao family is not secure..."

There's nothing more confusing about personal emotions than talking about the big picture.

Tyrone said in a self-revealing tone: "Wizards will be swept away into the garbage heap by the Noxian higher-ups as a used tool, and people like me... Originally, in the low-level prison where I couldn't see the sunlight and air, I was very afraid of being disposed of like waste by the higher-ups..."So, in order to protect myself, I found an ally. LeBlanc was with me as a wife. ”

Zyra listened confused, and Tyrone was happy to see it. In Tyrone's view, with Zyra's current thinking, she only follows her emotions, and still feels a headache about the intricacies of human scheming, powerful relationships, friend and foe, etc.

Zyra: "Wait, wait, wait!" Zyra's voice sank, "You said she's your wife?!"

Tyrone still underestimated her learning pace.

Tyrone: "Yes—" No, keep going, "She's a poor woman who always forgets to eat because she is on anesthetics, and she wants a cigarette even when she's hungry." "Loneliness makes people unable to quit anesthetics, so I decided to use the medicine of family to save it." "No witnesses, no weddings, no parties, it's just a formality!"

Seeing that Zyra's face was relieved, Tyrone secretly said that there was a play, and threw out a glimmer of hope, "Now I can't leave her for the time being, otherwise I will let her fall into loneliness again, and the efforts to make her quit are in vain." ”

Tyrone stared at Zyra, "A real marriage should be a vow in front of the gods in a sacred and solemn church under the witness of a priest, so as to love each other for the rest of your life." ”

According to the bright future imagined in the words, Zyra couldn't help but be fascinated, as if everything was for her. But this lasted for a few seconds, and he shook his head again and again: "Human language is really amazing. Even if it hasn't happened yet, it can make people feel beautiful and comfortable. However, when I was working with plants, I saw countless insects that never stayed on the same flower forever, and had the scent of dozens of flowers. ”

Tyrone: "......"

Failed?!

Zyra blinked her demon eyes: "In front of the gods of the church, I'm afraid this appearance will be regarded as a heresy." He took a deep breath and made a bitter face with a weak complaint, "The air quality here is so bad! I am a flower, I like clear air and bright sunshine." In Noxus, this sullen smell, this hateful cloudy day, it's just terrible! The so-called human wife's life is to stay in a room in this city? You still leave this life to the poor woman. ”

Zyra continued to complain, "I can't stay in this Noxus City for a moment! People are unpredictable, and I don't like to think about it even if I can see it. Like most magical creatures in the Voodoo Lands, I only recognize grievances. You saved me, and you are my master, as long as you don't abandon me. ”

Tyrone was ecstatic in his heart, and solemnly promised: "I will never abandon you, believe me." ”

The extremely powerful and pure plant magic energy in Tyrone's body was what really made her surrender. Jumang's easy pulse method, Jumang, the ancestor of wood, can be described as the origin energy of the wood element in the world. This energy has a great attraction for Zyra.

Zyra poured out a mouthful of floral fragrance: "It's late at night, are you really willing to go back immediately?" With a pull of both hands, she ripped off the green leaf decoration on the chest under the cloak, and the two round nephrite jade on the porcelain white ground caught Tyrone's eyeballs.

Zyra: "Along the way, I've been able to send and receive wooden thorns freely. Now I'd love to try: how wonderful is the reproduction of animals, you?"

After a short hesitation, Tyrone remembered that her body was like a needle hidden in the cotton, and her hands slowly probed into the holy peak, and after discovering that it was all soft, all scruples were left behind. If a woman is made of water, Zyra is made of flower dew. Ploughing the fields, the trickle of the fields will be fragrant, and the nurturing holy peaks will flow out the sweet syrup of honey...

According to her perception of human beings, Zyra opened up her welfare and indulged Tyrone in a paradise of fragrance and sweetness. Tyrone also used the Xuan Su Recipe to make Zyra feel a soul knot like sublimation. Happy and peaceful, the two hugged each other and slept deeply, until Tyrone woke up from the danger warning!

LeBlanc had an accident. Seeing that Tyrone didn't return for a day and a night, LeBlanc sneaked out of the castle to track down the stronghold of the Wizarding Society. But as soon as he went out, he was captured by the people of Shadow Island, who had been squatting outside for a long time.

Tyrone quickly left his comfort zone and headed telepathically.

Just turn the corner...

A familiar figure leaned against the wall, it was LeBlanc! Was she waiting at the intersection? Tyrone looked at something was wrong! LeBlanc neither greeted nor spoke, only signaled danger with his eyes. Everything was normal around him, but apart from Tyrone himself and LeBlanc, he also felt the circulatory system of another person, who was quietly approaching Tyrone.

Or let the hijackers perceive the pursuit.

The stealth unit, Assassin, Tyrone pretended to be casual, walked to the right distance, and stabbed with a knife!

Evelyn, a legendary assassin from the Isle of Shadows. Evelyn was wearing an explosive-headed killer Matt, a cool outfit, and a proud figure that was mostly sloppy, but it didn't make Tyrone any interested, because the dangerous aura emanating from her body was so strong that it was like a sharp blade stuck in her throat, making people breathless.

Evelyn obviously didn't make any offensive moves, but she was able to have a great sense of oppression on Tyrone, which made Tyrone wonder: She is much stronger than me?

Evelyn looked laid-back, and she asked, "How did you find me? How could a careless fellow who smelled of flowers see through my flawless invisibility?" "By the way, where did you come from, did you fall into the perfume factory?

Seeing that Tyrone didn't say a word, Evelyn was annoyed, "If you had told me, I would have let you die a happy death! Why do you think you have the strength to fight with me? The heroes of Shadow Island are all soaring, and compared to half-people like you, there is a difference between heaven and earth." ”

Evelyn waved her hand lightly, and the spatial energy of the Thorn of Hatred!Dark Elemental, like a living thorny tentacle, brutally separated the ground and penetrated through the ground. The dense spikes made Tyrone dodge left and right, and retreated step by step... The opponent's move was too fast, so fast that Tyrone couldn't make a counterattack move, otherwise it would become a hornet's nest as soon as he stopped.

Tyrone knew that this would not work, so he launched a shadow raid, instantly entered a stealth state, got rid of the entanglement, and a throat-slitting battle, flashed behind Evelyn, and transferred the spatial backlash to her, causing her to be greatly slowed down. Without mercy, the knife in his hand and the screw knife that flew back all slashed at Evelyn's figure.

However, not a single knife did any harm...

Countless dark spikes emerged from Evelyn's body, not only blocking all the blades, but also piercing Tyrone's hands and feet, as if nailing Tyrone to an invisible cross.

Evelyn: "This impact is so weak~" said smugly, "My shadow is the most powerful of the heroes on the Isle of Shadows!"

Tyrone didn't expect that these blackthorns were all shadows, and he attacked from a dead angle, but it turned out that he hit the muzzle of the gun headlong, what a mistake!

Evelyn reached out and touched Tyrone's face, ignoring the hostile gaze of the other party, and praised, "Yo! nice face, no wonder you are fascinated by my LeBlan?"

The black thorns nailing his hands instantly branched out into ten branches, like sharp iron hooks, hooking Tyrone's ten fingers, and then drilling through the nails little by little, through the fingers!

"Ahh

Tyrone said in his heart: Her black thorn can not only pierce, but also turn into a sharp hook...

The torture has just begun, followed by toes...

"Ahh

After the fingers and toes were finished, the metacarpal bones of the hands and the metacarpals of the feet were penetrated, then the bones of the arms, and the tibia of the legs.

Evelyn seemed to admire a work of art and said, "When you get back to the island, ask the spider for silk thread, and a very obedient marionette will be finished." He turned back to LeBlanc and said, "Aren't you reluctant to give him up, how about I make him into a toy and let you take it back?"

Evelyn snapped her fingers, and LeBlanc was able to speak.

LeBlanc burst into tears: "Enough! It's really enough, I beg you, let him go! You can let me do whatever I want, I'll go back to the Isle of Shadows with you!"

Evelyn shook her head in anguish, "I'm letting you go back to the Isle of Shadows for your own good! It's as easy as I can control the dark elemental like breathing, so why bother finding the fire elemental to maintain balance?"

Tyrone gasped and sweated profusely, and couldn't help but think about Evelyn's words. In the memory of the Demon Emperor, the incarnation of a single element can be added up one by one, thus exerting great power. For example, there are a total of ten golden crow incarnations of the Sun True Fire, and if they are added up according to the ten branches of the heavenly stem, there will be some kind of qualitative change as a result.

Evelyn herself counted her shadows, there were two of them, but when they were combined, the magic power was much stronger than the darkness and flame that balanced each other, forming a crushing gap. And now in LeBlanc, the damage of the repetition of the old trick of the ultimate move is the same as the power of the small move, hasn't the plot been triggered and the essence of magic has been learned?

Evelyn pointed at Tyrone disdainfully and said, "Isn't it just a man, have you forgotten the wonderful time with me?" By the way, heroes like us after the ascension, because of the massive increase in mana, the physical strength will also double, in other words, it is difficult to find a man whose endurance will be doubled!" Pointing to Tyrone's bottom, "Do you think his rod can last at least an hour? No, it's impossible, it's hard to have fun with a man!"

LeBlanc's cheeks were slightly red, and she said in her heart, "That's something you haven't encountered..."

Evelyn remembered something, and said hatefully: "By the way, the gambler I met last time is called Card Master Triste." I danced soul tango with him for an hour, and this guy held on for forty minutes and then escaped with a big move. ”

Soul Tango, an extremely physically demanding dance.

Evelyn said frantically: "So, men are absolutely unreliable. ”

Tyrone couldn't help but sneer in his heart that Trist might have taken advantage of this woman.

LeBlanc didn't want to continue the conversation, after all, Tyrone's hands and feet were bleeding, and if he continued to let it go, it would kill him.

LeBlanc pleaded again: "Let him go, I'll go back with you." ”

Evelyn was silent for a moment, and then said, "Okay." Seeing that today is the reunion of you and me, an extra exception is made. ”

With a "bang", mixed with a muffled grunt of pain, Taeko fell to the ground heavily.

LeBlanc: "Tyrone!" wanted to step forward to check on the injury, but was still restrained by an invisible force.

Evelyn left an afterimage on the spot, and the main body instantly appeared next to LeBlanc, this is not spatial magic, but the speed has reached the extreme, and it can start and stop freely. It's impossible to imagine how a foot in high heels can do it.

EVELYNE: "Let's go! The exception can only end here, and the rest is left to fend for himself." ”

Before LeBlanc could speak, Evelyn knocked her unconscious, carrying her on her shoulder. Evelyn gave Tyrone a disdainful and mocking look, like an insignificant waste, and disappeared into the darkness with an arrogant look.

He had just slept in heaven, but now he was paralyzed on his hands and feet, lying in a pool of his own blood, eating dust on the streets of Noxus. The cool breeze was blowing, and no one came to save it. Tyrone gritted his teeth in pain, and used his plant magic to recover.

Perhaps, in Evelyn's eyes at the time, Tyrone's hands and feet were mutilated, and he looked like a crippled person, so he didn't make up for it. But Tyrone vows to make Evely pay for this mistake and one day catch her and rub her to the ground!

In particular, Evely and LeBlan's lesbian relationship left Tai deeply frustrated. Because Tyrone has been "cleaning, injecting water, pressurizing, and exercising the sphincter muscles" for LeBlanc in the past month, he has just done it in the past few days, and he has only used it a few times, and he was robbed by his rival in love! A month's hard work, which is like the previous heroines who squatted and walked from a young age, and they could get it under cleaning...

Resentment doesn't solve the problem, who makes their strength limited?Beauty Village, Hero Mokasa, Tyrone realized that during this time, due to the fact that he was making up for basic magic, he subconsciously said that he was improving, and his mind relaxed for a reason. But fighting against real heroes is full of dangers!

Tyrone once thought that if he really fought, he would be desperate, hot-blooded, and burning. Looking back now, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, and there is no such thing as "memories-dreams-angry outbursts" and then immediately knock down your opponent... Perhaps, hot blood is suitable for others, not for Tyrone.

When it was dawn, Tyrone, who was leaning against the window of the castle, said to himself in his heart when he saw that the sunlight had driven away the darkness and was visible everywhere. Confirm that Evelyn will not come back to kill herself, and also confirm that she will not be able to find LeBlanc for the time being. There is only one telepathic general direction, the direction of the Shadow Isle in the northwest, the taboo place of the entire Valoran continent.

Tyrone vows that one day he will set foot on the Isle of Shadows to reclaim his wife, but before that happens, he must become stronger, or he will be sent to death.