After the door closed, there was a constant stream of chasing and howling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Finally, Gray Fang was angry with his name, and finally managed to control the situation, and the two sat down at opposite ends of the long table across the archmage.

Grayfang rubbed himself with a potion as he recounted what had happened to the northern defenses.

The black claw's face was almost pulled to the ground, and he straightened his upper body viciously at that end, and couldn't help but start scolding him: "It's too presumptuous!" I let you learn mecha knowledge, not for you to show off your might! It's a good thing, the people of Corleon have seen you, and if you hadn't teleported it back in time, today's evening news would have been the headlines of your corpse on the spot! ”

Gray Fang smiled indifferently: "You let me learn magic, and you put angels in the trash can for me to carry with me, isn't it enough to show off?" Don't you expect me to go back? Now I'm hiding like a wreck, why bother! ”

When the archmage was holding a sugar cube for himself, he was slapped down by the black claw.

"You think you're hard, don't you? You're coming out, aren't you? You are nothing now except to die! Except to ruin your parents' reputation! ”

The smell of gunpowder instantly dispersed, and Gray Fang suddenly withdrew his smiling face, as if Black Claw's words really stabbed him in the sore spot, but he didn't return the word, just looked at the two of them calmly.

The whole atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the archmage finally put the candy cube into his cup, made a "ding dong" sound, and turned his head to persuade Gray Fang bitterly: "You, you!" Why are you so stubborn! Black Claw is for your good, he watched you drive the battleship and the mecha again, and chased you out desperately, and everyone was about to go crazy......"

Gray Fang didn't feel any better when he heard this.

Indeed, is he still the same muddy kid who was beaten in the flea market and cried bitterly when he came home and needed someone to hold him in his arms? He's not been for a long time! And the person who pushed him to this position, don't forget, that letter had the names of three people written on it, and among them was obviously you Black Claw! Then why do you repeatedly emphasize his safety?

Greyfang's eyes were about to erupt into flames, but the archmage ignored them and continued, "I mentioned that I had been eye-catching the whole time, and when the three of you were sent to the northern defense, I realized that the teleportation stone had been tampered with, but unfortunately, I didn't catch this man...... So there's no point in mentioning the past, Greyfang, you have to remember! Someone is staring at you in the dark all the time, and temporarily raising your head to be a person cannot be called a hero, a real hero must first learn to protect himself. ”

Gray Fang turned his head to look at the archmage, there was an indescribable expression on his face, although this old man was lustful and liked to play scoundrels, but he was indeed good at telling big truths at critical moments, but the next words were even more unpleasant.

"As for Listan and Snowball, I've instructed Young-ri to concoct a forgetting potion to erase their memories of the incident completely...... From this day forward, it must never be mentioned again, especially your identity, to hide it as much as possible, and to erase the traces is to ensure maximum security, unless that day really comes...... Do you understand? ”

Got the hell! Gray Fang was stunned, is the word Gray Fang his name? It's not right! He was just living for this man called Gray Fang in someone else's skin, and finally two people knew who he was, and they were willing to treat him as a friend sincerely, especially as an ordinary person, and what the Archmage was talking about now was nothing more than ...... No way! You've got to wear that dress, and you've got to live for this guy called Greyfang, even if it's embarrassing.

Can you be willing? Of course not! Thinking of this, he suddenly stood up, his mind empty and he didn't know what to say.

The two men just looked at him until he cleared his mind: "I am grateful that you have made all kinds of plans for me...... But this path is my choice, and it should be up to me to decide which step to take! ”

Gray Fang looked up at Black Claw: "If you don't let go, you'll never be able to straighten your back...... You have the strength to beat people when you are full, that's what you said, isn't it? ”

No one had the heart to take a sip of the refreshments carefully prepared by the archmage, and Gray Fang said "thank you", turned around and prepared to go out.

"Wait!" Blackclaw stopped him from behind him, his voice sounding hesitant, "What else are you hiding from me?" ”

As a result, he went out without stopping, and after the door closed, the archmage shook his head: "I didn't say it! You also taught you to be so stubborn, you have no right to complain! ”

Blackclaw didn't think of this: "How can you say that it is such a coincidence, the Rose transferred the Sky Goddess, Ambrera took the opportunity to attack, and the recruitment of the Breath Guild all happened on the same day!" Fortunately, you deliberately changed the group, if Gray Fang was with the others, this matter would definitely not be contained......"

The archmage leaned back on his stool and shouted, "There are ghosts! ”

Black Claw couldn't be even more restless.

For the rest of the day, Greyfang locked himself in his room, staring at the clock on the wall, then turning to look at the door.

The more time went on like this, the slower it became, and he didn't feel sleepy at all, and he stayed up until 23:50.

Almost then, he stood up with his sore legs shaking and began to pace in front of the door.

He had seen Mr. Menorah once, and he was completely black, with an old, yellowish lampshade on top of his head.

I've heard that it's best at telling all kinds of hypnotic ghost stories, but it also has a more passive hidden skill - spreading gossip throughout the courtyard, up to the dean, down to the kitchen mound, after all, it will appear in everyone's room on time at 12 o'clock at night.

Because I have no hands or feet, I walk by jumping, and occasionally when I can't sleep, you will hear a "creak" from the lounge...... Squeak ......"

And whenever it speaks, it looks up at you and convinces you that the light bulb is its head.

But it's also tiring, because it won't be long before the lights sparkle your eyes and it will keep screaming at you, "Look at me!" Why don't you look at me! Not respectful at all...... You hillbilly! ”

With 2 minutes to go, Greyfang didn't look at the clock on the wall again, instead staring intently at the door in front of him.

Until Mr. Lampstand jumped out of the table with a rusty spring, he was completely disappointed.

The two drank the potion and would never come again.

"Dwarf oil, my mother......" As a result, Mr. Lampstand actually said this, and Gray Fang turned around in disbelief, only to see that its entire lamp pole was bent 90 degrees in the opposite direction, "Dwarf oil...... My mother! Where did this come from? ”