Jing Hao looked up at him, although the pair of silver-white eyes that didn't seem to fluctuate much at the moment were extraordinarily calm, but according to her observation for more than half a month, Maxwell was obviously at the peak of his anger.

The kind that can destroy the things in front of you in the next second.

She no longer hesitated, and walked quickly towards the man in her small handmade leather shoes, and the sound of a dada resounded in the silent banquet hall, covering the queen's irrepressible exclamation.

The arrogant and cool mage was hanging in the air, looking down at this little girl who was not even waist-high, but was raised to be chubby, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of disgust.

Without mercy, he spat out the comment, "Circle." ”

More sincere than when he was a stupid bird.

Jing Hao endured and endured, and finally resisted the urge to smash the fruit on the table in his face, and took a deep breath to keep himself as a lady, and as a result, Maxwell's more specific comments followed.

"It's not as good as that bird."

Jing Hao raised his hand and smashed a vase for decoration on the table.

The people in the banquet hall instantly let out one inhaler after another, and the queen suddenly gasped and was about to run towards this side, when the king who reacted grabbed her wrist and held her whole person in his arms.

An ordinary vase naturally couldn't hurt Maxwell, he raised his hand and turned the vase into a pile of powder before it approached him, and his snow-white fingers tapped twice on the dark black mage robe, "I haven't seen you for a few days, but my temper has grown a lot." ”

He brushed the matter over with a slight lift of his hand, and saw that there was not even the slightest hint of anger at it.

Jing Hao snorted and looked up at him, the little girl's tone was still a little immature, and she even said that she was coquettish, "How good do you think your temper is." ”

"No matter how bad it is, no one can do anything to me."

Maxwell directly choked back, as if he was still in the Tower of Death under his feet, and he didn't care about it at all. He glanced at the clothes Jing Hao was wearing, white, clean, and beautiful like a little angel who had fallen from the sky to the mortal earth.

Dusty, bright and dazzling.

It's really in the way of his eyes.

He tapped the staff he was holding, and in the blink of an eye, the dress she was wearing changed color, dragging it to her ankles, a wide, large black robe.

Jing Hao was about to object, and the scene in front of him changed in the blink of an eye, no longer the lively and luxurious palace banquet hall before, but the bustling street market with people coming and going.

Before she could react, Maxwell, who was standing on the side, had already cursed, and suddenly fell to the ground softly, and the fingers holding the staff were even more snow-white, as if they were suppressing some terrifying power, and the slender fingers faded away from the flesh and blood in an instant to reveal white bones, but in the next moment, they recovered as before.

The change came so suddenly, and passers-by, shocked by their sudden appearance, were about to react in the next moment, and the horror hidden in their wide eyes had already revealed what they were going to do next.

Scream, run away, tell everyone what happened.

Jing seemed to have just reacted, quickly squatted down and hugged Maxwell's arm, "Uncle, uncle, what's wrong with you?" Were you beaten to death by the big bad guy in the black robe? Why did he make us like him? ”

She whimpered and cried as she spoke her accusations clearly, looking at the people around her with eyes that seemed to have just been washed by the rain, with a blank and helpless look, it was really pitiful.

"Woo, uncle, where were we thrown in?"

Maxwell, who had finally broken free from the spell, immediately blackened his face, and was about to warn the little cry to cover his mouth, but the little face full of tears but still beautiful was buried in the side of his neck, looking at the small trembling body, it was really pitiful.

The aunt standing in the onlookers couldn't bear it at first, and looked at the little girl crying pitifully, so she hugged the little girl and comforted her, leading the little girl to tell her about the "miserable" experience.

When he was young, his parents died, and he lived in the forest with his uncle with a disabled leg, and he was caught by the "Dark Lord" who came out without thinking about it, and was forced to change into the costume of the "Dark Lord" along the way, and was thrown into this unfamiliar place before he could react.

The little girl spoke intermittently, and stopped from time to time to add some details, and her expression was a little stunned, obviously not coming back to her senses in fright.

The aunt immediately softened her heart, and was about to say something to comfort her, when the little girl took something out of her pocket and handed it to her, in which a thin diamond was particularly dazzling.

"Auntie, can my uncle and I stay at your house for a few days first?" The little girl who was stirring the corners of her clothes looked quite pitiful, and there was a whole bag of tears in her eyes, "My uncle has a bad leg, we have to wait for someone to pick him up." ”

Without waiting for the aunt to say anything, she hurriedly added, "We'll give you something, not for nothing," she pointed to the thin diamond in the palm of the aunt's hand, "I have a lot of this, and I can let the person who came to pick us up bring it to you." ”

The little girl's voice was soft and beautiful, and the people who had not dispersed immediately listened to it, and before the aunt could react, she hurriedly opened her mouth, "Little girl, you can live in my house!" ”

"Live in my house, I'll only charge you a diamond!"

"I only need half one!"

The voice of the voice came and went, like a hawker rushing to solicit business, the aunt had a little wrong intuition, but she couldn't think of so much under the drive of soft-heartedness and profiteering, and quickly called a few people who were good friends, and took the poor unlucky and rich uncle and nephew to her home in a voice of envy.

As soon as the door was closed, Maxwell, who was carried by a group of men and put on the bed, looked at the person next to him who changed his face quickly and snorted coldly, "I am young, but I have a lot of ability to deceive people." ”

Jing Hao was washing his tear-stained face with water, tilted his head and looked at him, and rolled his eyes slowly and vividly, "That's not as good as your ability, Master Mage, you are obviously very weak and can pretend to be self-respecting in front of a bunch of human spirits." ”

If she hadn't fallen on the street with her just now, she would have thought she was feeling wrong.

Maxwell's silver-white eyes stared straight at her, and he spat out a sentence meaninglessly, "You know I'm weak. ”

Jing Hao's hand holding the towel paused, and immediately hung the towel on the shelf as if nothing happened, "If it weren't for weakness, I'm afraid that as soon as you come out, the people present will basically not survive, right?" ”

She didn't know what kind of entanglement Maxwell had with the humans of the Shia continent, and she didn't know how credible the rumor that he was trapped in the Tower of Death, but a person who had never understood patience didn't take the first step when he saw something disgusting, and the reason was nothing more than that one.

No way.

He doesn't have the ability to root everyone out.

What's more, Jing Hao pursed her mouth, and the reason was a little unwilling, "You didn't say 'stupid bird'." ”

didn't even say the "affectionate title" that always came out of her mouth, and even the vase she smashed over was broken in front of him.

But in such a state, it can also bluff the group of people without saying a word, and at the beginning of the move, a group of people thought that they were facing the mage master in their heyday, but they didn't expect that the polar day had not passed yet.

Maxwell, who was half-seated on the bed, snorted, "I didn't call you stupid bird this time because you weren't stupid yet." He looked Jing Hao up and down, but it was higher than the bed, and he looked at his extraordinarily round body, although he looked at the aura of the girl before, but it was a little ...... Some are not enough.

However, it's your own thing, so don't pick and choose.

Maxwell calmed himself, leaning against the uncomfortable wall behind him and closing his eyes to recuperate, he had stayed in the Tower of Death for so many years, and it was the unique aura there that could suppress the deficiency in his body when he was born, and it was inevitable that he would be affected after he came out, not to mention the weakness that had accumulated in the polar sun for a few days.

He closed his eyes and mobilized the breath in his body, and at the beginning he sensed that something was wrong, and before he could react, the power had already broken through the ground before him, revealing the wolf side that he least wanted to be seen.

Jing Hao blinked, standing still and unable to react.

It's just that the appearance of her is enough to tell Maxwell what she sees, and he cursed in a low voice, his tone full of murderous energy, "That brainless bastard of Clovini, even has a hand on the glass, I'm going to go back and kill him." ”

That's a lot of gnashing of teeth.

It's a pity that there are two silver-white triangular fox ears on the top of his head, fluffy without a trace of miscellaneous hair, and there is a small silver-white plush tip emerging from the gap in the corner of the quilt behind him, and it sways again and again with the angry tone of the master.

Jing Hao walked over with her feet raised, walking faster and faster in a short distance, and finally with the agility that her round body could not have, she jumped onto the bed, and reached out to hold the two still moving ears in the palm of her hand.

The strength of her grip was not heavy, just so that the fine hairs on the fox's ears beat with the warm blood, rubbing against her palms all at once, soft to the touch.

Maxwell was startled by her movements, and was about to shake the person off vigorously when he looked up to see an almost dazzling light in his smart eyes, staring at the thing above his head without blinking, and the sound of his ruddy little mouth seemed to be murmuring.

"It's beautiful."

Jing Hao lightened her strength, lowered her head, gently rubbed her face against the pair of beautiful ears, and thanked those people in District 1 for throwing this task to her for the first time.

Really, shaggy ears.

She looked down at the retracted tail, struggled to control her rare urge to howl with reason, slowly let go of her hand and moved off the bed, and stood on the edge of the bed looking at Maxwell, holding her eyes away from his ears, trying her best to express surprise and regret.

"You've become like this?"

There is no mention in the information that Maxwell will still appear in this state, and she has been with him in the Tower of Death for half a month, and she has never seen him in a similar state.

Forced to revert to a half-beast state that had not been seen for hundreds of years, Maxwell stared at her eyes, which were obviously full of affection for those fox ears, and snorted coldly in her heart, and the resentment and shame that had subsided a lot after the series of impulsive actions she had just made.

"This is the way I am."

He pointed to his silver-white eyes and said clearly word by word, "My father is a fox demon. ”

So he was not accepted from the beginning, so even Clovini, who was born from the same mother and had pure human blood, could ascend to the altar openly, while he, as the more gifted one, could only be mired in the mire, forever in darkness, giving up salvation.

He was abandoned more than once.

But this time it will never be tolerated.

Because none of those are his, and the one in front of him can only be his.