"This strange thing is not easy to deal with, don't waste your strength, hurry up and be a priest!"

Young blonde man, a little anxious.

But at this moment, although he said this, he couldn't control his body, and he was still very tough with the hairball in front of him.

The furball puffed out and spat even more angrily.

In a moment, the young man seemed to have been fished out of the water.

"Naughty."

The young man next to him, with a parental tone, was happy and a little complacent.

There was a hint of hesitation in his gray-blue eyes.

Is it a monster he kept in captivity?

Isn't this teenager a civilian?

As if seeing his question, the young man blinked and said, "It's not a Warcraft, it's my little comrade-in-arms, little friend." ”

"His name is 007."

The Holy Son hummed and whispered in appreciation, "It's very powerful. ”

With this compliment, the hairball below seemed to vomit more happily.

"Okay, don't get too high, come back early.... It's almost dawn.,The male protagonist still has to go to the plot! ”

Gu Yao coughed lightly and warned secretly.

007 responded aggrievedly.

Soon, he deliberately hit the trick, and then like a leaky balloon, it quickly became smaller.

Eating the Warcraft crystal nucleus was a little indigestion, and the stench was blowing violently at the blonde man.

The originally wet head was blown dry.

The full set of washing and blowing is over, and 007 leaves the scene gloomily.

The man, who thought he had defeated the strange monster, grabbed the small furball with a face full of rejection and fed it to his mouth.

Puff –

The pulp burst and sprayed a hand of foul-smelling slime.

The young man's whole expression was bad, but he couldn't stop chewing.

The psychological quality is as strong as Gu Yao, and he can't help but feel a little disgusted: "It's disgusting." ”

Only the Holy Son, with a worried face: "Your ....."

"It's okay, it's the corpse of another monster."

The black-haired boy pulled it out of his arms with a smile.

This time, it was not a plant seed that was pulled out, but a small yellow ball with a red scarf and plant seeds.

The Holy Son breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking down again, the blonde man was still chewing quickly, and he didn't know what the corpse was.

The expression of the Holy Son was also a little uncomfortable.

I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect Oscar to become so heavy-hearted.

Disgusting to disgusting, Oscar's current strength is obviously very strong.

His eyes fell on the back of the bookshelf, lying on the ground with an unknown old dean, and his attendants.

In the end, the Holy Son still struggled to rush at the young man beside him and opened his mouth:

"You, do you know magic?"

The black-haired boy turned his face sideways, raised his eyebrows slightly, and responded dryly: "No." ”

"Magical Elemental Talent is 0, Divine Favor is 0......"

The teenager also added with some pride.

End of topic.

The Holy Son's mood suddenly became solemn, he had no magic, and he couldn't deal with the people below.

And the boy who saved him can kill the demonic beast at will, and it stands to reason that the magic talent should be extremely high.

However, the young man was frank and.

It's not like lying.

"Do you have a life-saving power-up?"

"Yes, but I can't kill him."

After all, it's the male protagonist, she can kill, but she can't do it at the request of the villain.

Otherwise, the power of iniquity will be counted on him.

And most importantly..... According to the hidden plot unlocked by the favorability prompt, she still has to let the male protagonist go to the plot.

As long as she doesn't hurt her little villain, she won't take it easy.

After all, maybe this world is a battlefield between villains and male gods.

Or, the clash between the gods of light and the gods of darkness.

"Don't worry about the old dean, this guy is still very weak."

Sure enough, with the words falling.

The Holy Son saw the blonde young man who had been strong before, as if he had collapsed, and fell to the ground panting.

Almost struggling to crawl to the position of the old dean.

Half-kneeling, he chanted intermittently what had previously been interrupted.

Black flames, small clusters, flew out of the palms of their hands.

Floating above the old dean's head, like a goldfish, swimming around.

A faint light spread out from the old dean's body.

Engulfed by black flames.