What comes in?

Jing glanced at Maxwell, turned his head to look under the window, and saw at a glance the young man who was a little messy in the woods, and the armor representing the identity of the Golden Knight was a little messy, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, and with a wave of the heavy sword in his hand, he jumped to the open space a few steps away from the Tower of Death with the light green sword qi.

Light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a heavy sword in his hand.

Jing Hao immediately judged the identity of the person who came, and blurted out, "Jason? ”

The person at the bottom of the building looked up when he heard the sound, and looked at Jing Hao, who was half-leaning out, with a little smile on his obviously tired face, as bright as the warm sun, and even the magnetic voice was reassuring, "Ada, don't be afraid, I'll take you out of here." ”

After a while, I suddenly remembered that the relationship between the two of them didn't seem to be so simple, after all, it was for Dina to break through the age gap, and I suspected that there was a greasy existence between the two, and it was impossible to say that it was not intimate.

When the word "Ada" came out of his mouth, it was really full of pampering.

She opened her mouth and was about to answer, when a force suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her whole person in through the window, and facing a pair of eyes full of anger.

"The princess trapped in the tower has finally waited for her knight, ready to have a happy ending, and live happily ever after?"

At the end, the slightly raised tone brought out the murderous intent, and Maxwell moved his fingers, directing the bandage around her waist to trap her in the room, and coldly commented on the story just now.

"Don't dream."

He recited the spell and was about to deal with the bedbug who didn't know whether to live or die and dared to covet his things, but when he was halfway through the reading, he thought of the previous thing, stopped the spell he was almost finishing, and instead held a handful of things and threw it next to Jing Hao, "I brought a staff, you are here, don't go anywhere." ”

Jing Hao looked down at the things that were thrown over, there were all kinds of everything, and it was not difficult to classify them - all for little girls.

She dismantled a piece of strawberry-flavored toffee and threw it into her mouth, looking at Maxwell's posture just now, Jason was basically certain to die, even if the light attribute on his body was absolutely suppressive of Maxwell, but in the end, the strength was still there, and it was impossible for him to beat Maxwell, who was almost better than his injury.

So, after his death, the continent of Sia will automatically fall into darkness?.

After paying a little attention to make sure that the little thing in the room in a daze did not follow, Maxwell turned his gaze to the young man in front of him, and immediately felt the strong killing intent coming from him.

Belongs to the males, instinctively fighting for killing intent.

He sneered in his heart, and the cold light in his silver-white eyes was even stronger, "It's up to you to take my things from me." ”

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Jason's long straight legs and azure eyes, and finally rested on his armor, which symbolized the Golden Knight.

What an upright identity, what a respectable and admired being, what a normal and dazzling person, if he really wants to make a choice between the two, I'm afraid he is the one who was vetoed, right?

Just like hundreds of years ago, for the sake of the light of one, he was pushed into the darkness that he deserved.

It's a pity that the people who want to choose now don't even have the opportunity to choose.

Maxwell turned his mind, and the dark purple flame flashing in his hand easily blocked the heavy sword that was slashed with fierce killing intent, and the flame that was not weakened much directly smashed Jason into the big tree in the distance, and the thick trunk was overwhelmed, and it snapped with a "click".

The Golden Knight, who was frowning from the pain, was about to struggle to get up, when the figure with the light on his back covered him, and with a cold tone, completely robbed him of all consciousness, and only the last words full of disgust remained in his mind.

"I don't even want you to live in this world for a second longer."

Maxwell looked at the completely lifeless corpse at his feet, his eyes fixed on the set of armor stained with dust and blood, and slowly pulled out a smile, "You don't let me save zài, and I will save zài." ”

He took the wand that appeared in his hand, chanted a long, ancient incantation, and watched as the sky grew twilight, and the impending night would divide all the time with the day, and people would wake up in the day, busy and tired, and only in the darkness could they get respite.

The night is no longer a mire without light.

Maxwell turned around, and the trees, already tempted by the smell of corpses, moved quickly, dragging the fresh corpses underground as nourishment as compensation for the next year's blooming.

One year old and one withered, one year prosperous, endless.

The vigorous plan to save the besieged princess quickly faded after the king withdrew the bounty order, and gradually became only a matter of discussion after dinner, and there were many suspicions about the collection and release of the order, and there were even many versions of the romance between the princess and the necromancer.

The noble and beautiful princess became the hero of the kingdom, emotionalized the ruthless necromancer with the most sincere and precious love, and lived happily ever after.

At this moment, however, the noble and beautiful princess was holding her cheeks against the round figure of an eight-year-old girl, thinking about what to put in her empty bedroom, and the ruthless necromancer sat beside her, equally irritated that there was something else to pass the time after she had filled up her cooking skills.

Jing Hao jumped off the stool and walked around the room, planning what to visit at her feet, "wardrobe, bed, desk......" She walked round and round, wondering where to find a craftsman to do the time-consuming work, and the main problem was-

"Maxwell, you don't mind if a craftsman is going to live in the castle for a while, do you?"

She has a deep understanding of the strong territorial consciousness of the mage, and every time the enemy who hits the door is solved by him before entering the door, this thunder pool really can't even take a step.

What is his is his, and no one else should even think about it.

So, the psychic book was able to be taken away by the duo before, it wouldn't be because it was really talkative, and it was thrown into the forest by the unbearable mage?

Thinking of the voice-controlling bird that was still lying listless on the branches of the tree, and had not recovered its call, she couldn't help but believe a little more in this outrageous speculation.

"You need a craftsman," Maxwell, who had just come back to his senses, glanced at her expression and where she stood, and immediately guessed what she meant, "No need, I will." ”

Bored and bored, he finally found something to do, he clicked on the table, pushed the pen and paper that appeared to her, "What do you want, draw it." ”

Jing Hao thought about the composition in his mind and drew things, but he was a little difficult to deal with the details, "It's okay to be alone, but I don't know what the effect will be when all of them are combined." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Maxwell, who had just read the paintings in a hurry, brushed a few times and connected the pictures together, drawing a complete layout of the room, even the placement was quite accurate, and the light tones combined the low popularity of the castle and revealed the oppression, lively and bright.

Little Maxwell's eyes widened with astonishment, "Together," his snow-white fingers roamed over the paper, almost merging with it, "it will be done in three days." ”

Jing Hao didn't believe until the next day that Maxwell wasn't bragging when he said that he could get a room in three days to get the furniture in one room, and she watched as the man sitting in the middle raised his hand to neatly cut the wood to the required size, while the few pieces of wood of different sizes suspended in the air dazzled the eyes.

The visual impact is a little too great, Jing Hao thought of the "rainbow" in the whole room I saw before and the paintings hanging on the wall that were not much different from real people, and then thought of Maxwell's rapid progress in a few days, and instantly included a variety of types of cooking skills, I really felt a little emotional.

"What the hell are you not going to?"

The always proud mage raised her head when she heard this, feeling that she was simply insulting his skills, "I can do anything," he summed up, "I can think of everything, I can do everything." ”

At that time, the admiration from the little girl's heartfelt gaze simply satisfied Maxwell, in line with the principle of "there is nothing to do if you are idle anyway", he simply waved his hand, and let Jing Hao say whatever he wanted.

But soon after, he thoroughly realized what is the sadness of "the capable work hard", what is called low-key life, silence is golden, and disaster comes from the mouth.

Jing Hao rubbed her hair a little messy and stood on the carpet, and came up with another thing she needed, "I also want something that I can hold when I sleep." ”

She thought for a moment, "It seems that a fluffy fox is good, with cute ears and a cute tail, do you have any there?" By the way, make me one out? ”

Maxwell, who dug a hole himself and was forced to unknowingly become a manual laborer, gritted his teeth and replied sonorously, "No! ”

"If you don't have it, you can make it fresh, I think the hair on your body is good." Jing Hao nodded and thought about the solution, and suddenly thought of a question that had been thought of before, "Speaking of which, will foxes shed their hair in the spring?" You can just get me one with the hair that fell off. ”

“……”

"Hey, Maxwell, are you acquiescing that you're going to shed your hair? Don't worry, I won't laugh at you. ”

The mage, who couldn't help but have a dark purple flame in his hand, insisted on his nerves that were about to burst, "...... I! No! Yes! ”

"No, it doesn't matter, let's go find a few foxes to cut some hair, each one a little bit, so that you don't have to feel distressed about hurting your kind."

"Me! No! Heart! Hurt! ”

"Then we'll go now."

“……”