Chapter Twenty-Eight: Under the Necrons
Zhuge Zihuan finally moved, although he only opened his eyes slightly, but for him at this time, it was already very good. Naturally www.biquge.info, Dawn knew that this was what he wanted to hear.
"Necromancy, an unknown creature. The true necromancy has no body, just a gray cloud of smoke that comes and goes without a trace, and is difficult to spot. The gray spiritual power that naturally surrounds them will cause severe physical pain and loss of life force to the contaminated person, if attached to the person. As far as I know, the only thing that can damage them is elemental spiritual power of the perfect level or above, and if you want to destroy them, you can only attack with two or more symbiotic elemental spiritual powers. Even I've only killed two necromancers. Dawn said slowly, wiping her spotless hands with a handkerchief, "And you obviously have some necromantic blood, not real necromancers. I want to remind you that the necromantic bloodline will explode once in a while, each time it will become more intense, and of course it will be more difficult to suppress, and you alone will definitely not be enough. You need someone to help suppress it, or use a special elixir. Otherwise, your necromantic bloodline will not be suppressed, because you are not a real necromancy, you have a physical body, and the real necromantic is not afraid that your corrosive spiritual power will erode your body, and your physical body cannot bear it. If you continue to develop at this rate, as long as you explode three times, your spiritual power will be abolished, and after five outbursts, you will be paralyzed, and by the tenth time, you will definitely die. ”
Li Han smiled slightly, like a cunning fox, and said: "I know that Han'er once liked you, as long as you promise me, no matter what she does, whether you like her or not, you can't have a relationship with her other than friends, and I will help you suppress the necromantic bloodline." ”
Although Zhuge Zihuan was still motionless as before, Liming clearly sensed that his temperament had become a little heavy, and the corners of his mouth rose, and said, "How is it?" Isn't it worth exchanging a certain love for a life? ”
The atmosphere in the room became more and more solemn, and Dawn turned around and left in a witty way, and before leaving, he also said to Zhuge Zi's picture: "Come to me if you think about it, and accompany me at any time." ”
Liming walked out of the room, in a good mood, with a smile on his handsome face, he was in a good mood, his wishful thinking was done, and the anger in Zhuge Zihuan's heart was spreading with a prairie fire. Luo Jianhan likes me? I don't even know! Don't I like her? Insult Lao Tzu's personality, you! I'm recruiting you to provoke you, as soon as I come to this ghost place called the fairy world, I will become a person with a necromancer bloodline, and if you don't suppress it, you will die! Isn't that the rhythm of being your slave?! If you don't obey, you'll die! How can I be so unlucky by me!
After scolding all the eighteen generations of Liming's ancestors in his heart, Zhuge Zihuan decided to agree to Liming's conditions. Although in the eyes of others, he may have broken his temper and is ready to pick it up in distress, but - Zhuge Zihuan's thoughts are: Is there anything more important than life?! What is the festival? Can I eat it? Can you it? How many dollars a pound? Hey, don't go, say it quickly!
In Zhuge Zihuan's eyes, life is precious, the most important, and ...... Target. To sum it up, he has two words: afraid of death.
It was late at night, and Zhuge Zihuan also regained some strength, and he could barely walk a few steps. He got up, touched his head, and said to himself, "Damn, it's really bad luck today." Then he went to bed and rested.
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