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He had read a lot of books, and although he was only ten years old at the time, he had acquired some of the best knowledge in the world.

Although in the end, because of various sudden accidents, the most noble child in the entire continent gave up the study of magic and turned to physical exercise. But he still has a knowledge of magic that ordinary people can't reach.

Huck lifted his head as hard as he could, and struggled to look at the bloodstains around him.

He finally understood that it was all doomed long before Dean stopped fleeing.

If Huck could take to the air again, he would be able to clearly see the huge triangular pattern drawn in blood on the ground, exactly like the guide array imprinted on Dean's shoulder.

In fact, Dean did not stupidly try to dodge the lightning strike that had locked him, but quietly sprinkled his own blood on the ground while running while raising dust with his feet, and finally formed a guide array with the same structure as the one on his shoulder.

However, the pattern of the formation is the opposite.

Basic chapters of the Warlock's Law: 1. Under the same pattern, the larger the shape, the stronger its effectiveness. 2. The material for drawing the formation pattern is the best one for the caster's blood. 3. The simple formation can be reversed by reversing the pattern.

When Huck's lightning strike struck, Dean also gathered his mental power to launch a reverse tracking formation that was hidden under his feet by the floating dust. So the last thunderbolt that gathered all of Huck's strength was guided by Dean into a larger triangle formation, and successfully caused the lightning strike to reverse find Huck as the caster.

At this time, Huck's life force was running out rapidly, and he stared at Dean with his distracted brown pupils.

"That's right, I know magic, but I probably only have the strength of a second-grade warlock. If you use all your mental power, you can only launch such a large tracking array. ”

You must know that second-grade warlocks can still only stay at the scholar stage, and they are not suitable for fighting. Its spiritual power reserve cannot be compared to that of a first-grade warlock, and it can only cast some auxiliary spells, and it just so happens that the tracking formation is also in this ranks. However, although the Guiding Array improved by Master Huck was a derivative formation based on the concept of the Tracking Array, the principle was more complicated, so Dean only used the Reverse Guiding Array once before exhausting his mental power.

Huck finally closed his eyes slowly, but he didn't feel any resentment at Dean's cunning tactics in the moment he was about to die, nor did he regret the great future he was about to miss.

On the contrary, he recalled the scene when he was a child, when the master of Ci** always used a pair of slightly warm hands to gently rub his sprained ankle for himself. Every time the naughty Huck gets injured in an accident, or gets sick and uncomfortable, this kind face will bring him good hope.

Later, Huck went to the city of Marinope alone to learn magic, but was suppressed and bullied by the local papal warlocks. As this oppressive life accumulates, Huck's heart gradually becomes radical and twisted: one day, he will trample all these guys who look down on him under his feet!

This most prosperous metropolis in the Western Continent not only gave him insight and opportunities, but also stripped his simplicity and kindness from his soul.

A long-lost tear slipped from the corner of Huck's eye.

"Old fellow, I miss you. ”

Every bad guy may have their own reasons, but for Huck, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong.

Dean looked at Huck as he closed his eyes, and with a blank expression, he ripped his tattered shirt off his body, and turned around and walked towards the arena with a seemingly random drop.

Dean's shirt swirled in the air with a gust of wind and slowly fell over Huck's head, hiding the young warlock's tears.

With Huck's defeat, the guards in the camp, who were already good at seeing the wind and rudder, had fled. The few guards who were still holding out also joined the fleeing group after hearing of Hudson's death out of nowhere.

At this moment, the camp was devoid of guards, and everywhere was the mess caused by the guards fleeing in a hurry. A little girl with bloody hands and keys to all the cages in her hands kept running around the camp. Although she is no longer able to find her father, she has no time to grieve, and she wants to bring these hard-working people who have been away from her hometown for many years back to her relatives.

The sun had set, and there was only a faint light in the sky, still trying to fight the night.

Dean carried the still unconscious Shi Qing on his back and walked slowly through the woods. At this moment, Shi Qing's injury has been treated by Dean with a spell, but fortunately, the little girl kept holding the wound for Shi Qing all the time, so that this guy did not braided due to excessive blood loss.

The sword on Shi Qing's chest had been pulled out by Dean, although the bleeding had been temporarily stopped. But it doesn't mean that Shi Qing is out of danger, he needs a real doctor to treat him.

Dean put the unconscious Shi Qing on the ground, sat beside him, and smiled: "I've heard that the heart grows on the right side, but I haven't heard of the heart growing in the middle, you kid is really fateful." ”

After saying that, Dean turned his head to look at the bushes not far away: "You lazy thing, why are you still hiding? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge head of an old horse poked out of the middle of the bushes. The old horse was skinny and walked out slowly. It seems that Dean's car is not a simple commodity, and it seems that he has long escaped from the camp.

The old horse walked up to Dean and rubbed his wounded shoulder lightly with his nose.

"It's okay, it's okay, and you can't die. Dean smiled and pushed the old horse's nose away as he carried Shi Qing onto the horse's back.

In fact, after the battle with Huck in the camp, Dean was also seriously injured, and his body was not as relaxed as the smile on his face at the moment.

Dean led the horse and smiled after a short walk.

Because he saw a man.

It was a man with no pants, and the man was gagged and tied to a tree.

When Dean approached, the hapless fellow spotted him too, and his face became very nervous.

"Eh, uncle, I'm so embarrassed, I almost forgot I still tied you up here!" Dean looked surprised and walked up quickly.

The guard, who had been tied to a tree by Dean for more than six hours, had been trembling by the night wind in the woods at this moment, and when he heard Dean's words, he suddenly gave birth to infinite hope, and almost cried with joy!

Dean stepped forward and removed the rag from the guard's mouth, loosening him by the way.

The guard, who was finally able to speak, was blocked back by Dean's words before he could blurt out the thank you in his mouth.

"Undress. Dean smiled kindly.

"What...... What?"

"Do you want me to do it myself?" said Dean with a chilling smile as he showed his white, straight teeth in the moonlight.

The guards were silent, stopped talking nonsense, and quickly took off their shirts cleanly. At this moment, he was naked, and he began to think crankily in his heart: What does this little devil want to do? Is it a good mouth? I've heard that I like to raise a little husband, but I didn't expect that there are people who like rough men!?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the guard swallowed a mouthful of spit, a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Dean coughed, scaring the guard Chrysanthemum.

"Ahem, uncle, you stand over and turn to face the tree. Dean pointed to the tree that had trapped the guards.

The guard tiptoed like a little girl who had just come out of the pavilion, and turned around tremblingly, exposing a pair of sturdy and white buttocks to Dean.

Dean hummed a little tune and slowly approached the guard.

But the horror that the guards had expected did not happen, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had been tied to the tree by the little devil with his pants again.

Humming a little tune, Dean put on one of the guards' clothes and placed another cloak over Shi Qing. After this battle, Shi Qing's clothes were already in tatters, and Dean went straight shirtless.

"Uncle, the night breeze is very cool, thank you for the gift. Also, I'm not going to stop you from mouthing, there will be local militia coming to your rescue tomorrow morning, but you may have to be beaten up for being a dog leg for the villains. But I can give you an idea, I see that you are in good shape, uncle, and tomorrow you will grit your teeth and close your eyes and twist your ass twice at the militia. If you're lucky, you'll be able to let you go. The guards facing the tree, though unable to see the playful smile on Dean's face, wanted to crash into the tree just by hearing this.

Dean hummed a little tune in his mouth and led the skinny horse away, leaving only a bare-chested uncle and the cold night breeze to talk sleeplessly.

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Three days later, Shi Qing finally woke up from his coma.

Shi Qing, who woke up, found himself naked in a wooden bathtub filled with white liquid, and stood up suddenly.

But he didn't have time to think about whether there was anyone else in this room, and he didn't think that he not only stood up, but also "stood up".

"Hey, hey, are you showing off your little loach? Lie back for me, this potion is very expensive!" Dean lay on the recliner next to the bathtub and read a book, only to be splashed with bath water by the suddenly "erected" limestone.

Finding that his "little brother" was abnormal, Shi Qing's old face turned red and hurriedly sank his body into the bathtub. But he accidentally splashed again, and this time Dean's book was completely soaked.

But before Dean could complain, he was scolded by Shi Qing first: "You're a little loach, you're not even as good as a loach!

Dean laughed instead of being angry, put down the wet book in his hand, and got up from the recliner. Then he put his hands behind his back and shook his head three times in one step, and chanted a poem slowly for no reason: "Autumn singing, autumn breaking, poetry satin." ”

The expected choking did not happen, and Shi Qing had the feeling of punching the cotton. Soaking in the bucket but feeling that something was not right, he repeated Dean's poem in a low voice.

"The earthworm is long, the loach is short, and the stone blue is short!?"

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