Have you ever seen the sun at four o'clock in Sheehan?

Every morning at four o'clock, Lecter would shed tears of remorse, as a dragon, one of the former five pillar gods, is it wrong to want to have a baby-like sleep?

Ever since Lecter taught Murphy his first lesson, Murphy has been like an absorbent sponge, always trying to drain Lecter.

Ahem, I'm talking about knowledge.

I shouldn't have poured 99% sweat chicken soup into Murphy in the first place.

In the past half a month, Lecter finally knows what it means to be a cultivator, what it means to be a stylistic maniac, and he is operating the magic text system anytime and anywhere, writing code over and over again, exercising almost sleeplessly, and tossing non-stop twenty-four hours a day.

You Murphy is energetic, it doesn't matter if you love to toss yourself, why do you want to pull your innocent and weak little dragon to suffer with you.

Lecter hadn't slept well for half a month, and sometimes he was really worried that he would die suddenly.

The only good news is that it only took Murphy half a month to basically master the use of the simplest magic script.

Originally, with Lecter's teaching progress, it would take a whole month, just in time for the entrance test of the Magic Branch.

"What a hard-working genius." Lecter shielded his look of relief with the screen, and out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Murphy who appeared in the space of consciousness.

"Good morning, I have to work hard today," Murphy's standard youthful greeting sounded, and after speaking, he continued to write code in the consciousness space.

"It's not good at all," Lecter muttered with two big panda eyes, and called out to Murphy, who was writing his own code, and said, "I've already taught you the basics." With your current knowledge of the Demonic Script, you can already build screen terminals in the real world, and this is the first step, and the time has come to test your learning. ”

After saying that, Lecter spread his hands, the meaning is obvious, start your performance.

Building a screen terminal in the real world is actually to establish an induction with the world through magic magic to form a virtual light curtain, which is the ability to interact with the real world in magic programming magic, and it is also a function of the original magic magic.

Murphy's eyes lit up and he let his consciousness return to his body. It is worth mentioning that Murphy was still required to enter the consciousness space before he could talk to Lecter, and after this half a month of harmonious life, he was already able to communicate with Lecter at will.

However, when it comes to programming and practicing, it can only be done in the consciousness space, and his body will be in a state of daze.

He looked at his cabin, and although the tables, chairs and benches were still clean and tidy, after all, they would be cleaned up at will every day, but the corners of the roof were already covered with a layer of cobwebs.

Retracting his gaze, he began to immerse himself in the self-hypnosis of his cultivation becoming stronger, and the flow of information in his mind began to surge, and countless demonic texts converged and formed, arranged and combined, rotated and compressed.

The space in front of Murphy began to distort, and countless tiny currents burst out of the distorted space, illuminating the entire room as if it were day, and the hut became the brightest star in the slums of Sheehan City at four o'clock in the morning.

With a crisp "click", the translucent screen, which was about to be completed, instantly disintegrated, scattering countless stars in the air. The space returned to calm.

Lecter slapped his forehead, only to feel a sore tooth. The sound reminded him of his mobile phone that had been smashed into eight screens on the earth. It's all my fault, why do you have to do this sound effect?

Murphy didn't give up, and the magic began to condense for the second time, and the spatial warp reappeared.

At this time, in the tallest building in the city, the mage tower in the southwest corner, an old man with white hair and long waist hair slowly opened his eyes, he stood up, and looked through the small window of the mage tower to the only light in the slum.

"It's ...... Magic Magic," his old face, which had been baptized by the years, flushed with excitement, and his thin body trembled uncontrollably.

He certainly had plenty of reasons to get excited. Magical magic, according to legend, is an ancient magic that originated in the Age of the Old Gods. Since the fall of the once noble blood elves, it has disappeared. Even human mages with blood elf blood and the lower elven races who inherit the legacy of blood elves will not be able to peek into this ancient mystery in the slightest.

Although Murphy is now using magic programming magic, it is no longer the original magic magic of this world, but after all, it is the same one, and the effect released is the same.

Unexpectedly, the magic that only appeared in the sporadic records of the ancient classics shined again today, although the magic power caused by the magic text was only a small drop of water in front of his vast magic power, but it represented another possibility.

Thinking of this, the old man no longer hesitated, his old body burst out with huge energy, and a teleportation technique had reached a hundred meters away.

At the same time, Lector also felt a powerful magical aura approaching, and he was not the slightest surprised, after all, the ancient magic of magic has been lost, and it is inevitable that it will attract attention if it reappears.

It's just that the magic power possessed by the comer is equivalent to one percent of his body, if the magic power is analogous to the chakra in the Hokage, then the magic power of the old man is equivalent to a one-tailed crane, and the red dragon body of Lector is a ten-tailed sacred tree.

This made him very emotional, the setting of human beings as the protagonists of destiny is the same in any world. Thinking about it this way, it seems that he, a cold-blooded dragon who is the opposite of humanity in terms of setting, can only be killed as a villain from the beginning.

"Bang" Murphy finally lost his strength and fell to the ground, which also interrupted Lecter's cranky thoughts.

"Well, it's here so soon? Space-time magic, it's up to you to feel my presence," Lecter thought to himself in the dark space of consciousness.

The old man pushed open the door, tightened his wand in his hand, and subconsciously made a defensive gesture. His brows were furrowed, and he was admired by thousands of people, but it was the first time he had come to the dirty and messy slums, which made him very uncomfortable.

Soon, his attention was drawn to the ten-inch screen in the hut that shone with a silver-white light, and he didn't pay any attention to the young man in yellow who was already unconscious, his eyes stared straight at the screen, and he cautiously stepped forward.

He slowly touched the tip of his wand in his right hand to the screen on the ground. This little thing was like a Slater snake entrenched on the ground, about to choose a person to devour. At this moment, he is no longer an old man on the verge of death, as if he has become a naïve naughty child, full of curiosity and a little fear of the unknown. His hand holding the wand trembled, but it was still firmly clicked.

However, the imaginary attack did not come, and not even the slightest vision occurred. The screen lay silently, wand unhindered through the dazzling silvery light, poking straight at the slightly old wooden floor with a soft "thud".

The next moment, he dropped his wand and grabbed the screen on the ground with both hands, still finding nothing.

"Silly, brother, this is a holographic projection, high-tech." Sensing the old man's movements, Lecter pursed his lips disdainfully.

The old man fumbled around on the ground for a long time, and the screen was still there. The silver-white light did not diminish in the slightest, mercilessly laughing at the useless work done by the old man. He stopped his futile movements and looked at the boy lying on the ground.

The wand in his hand quickly touched the boy's wrist, but fortunately, he was physically exhausted and fainted.

He sighed softly, bent down, picked up the boy, and walked out briskly.

"It doesn't seem that I have been discovered, and the human powerhouses are nothing more than that," Lecter hummed a little bit.

As soon as he walked to the door, the screen on the ground quickly shrank to a piece the size of a fingernail, and the next second, the shrunken screen had flown into Murphy's right eye.

The old man paused, and looked at the young man in his arms with a little surprise. The old man's face once again ushered in a change of expression, this magic, is it really this young man's cast?

"What's so surprising, the anti-theft mechanism doesn't understand, five meters away from the owner, automatically fly back, high-tech, high-tech." Although he knew that the old man couldn't hear it, Lecter still took care of himself to explain, and the smug look on his face became a little thicker.

The old man no longer stayed, and the space around him distorted again. The next moment, he had appeared a hundred meters away with the boy.