Wen Ziming just wanted to rush forward, but suddenly realized that something was wrong with the boy who fell to the ground.

The boy lay on the ground and did not let out a wail of pain, but lowered his head, clutched his belly, his body trembled slightly, and his mouth let out a muffled roar like that of a low beast.

"Huh? This is ...... Is it a beast?" Wen Ziming was blocked by a few mercenaries and couldn't see clearly, but he could only hear Humpty Dumpty mercenaries step forward and scold him again:

"You're still pretending to be a ghost, howling what are you howling to scare grandpa?"

This time the boy was surprisingly nimble, he dodged the fat mercenary's close kick with a beautiful roll to the right, and then slapped the ground with his right hand, and his body straightened up.

Seeing his flexible movements, the mercenaries were bluffed and took two steps back, and Wen Ziming finally saw the boy clearly, the little boy was dressed in a set of cloth clothes full of holes, and his long hair was simply tied behind his head by a rope. His face was mixed with blood and mud, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were blood-red, and he had two rows of white teeth, like an angry wolf.

"It's kind of interesting...... Wen Ziming's heart suddenly moved, straightened up and walked towards the alley.

"Who is it?" When the mercenaries were not sure what the situation of this little boy was, someone suddenly saw Wen Ziming coming over again, and hurriedly shouted, "The Red Wolf Mercenary Group is running errands, please detour with idle people!"

Although he used the word please, Wen Ziming still heard the threat in it, Red Wolf Mercenary Group, what is that, he shook his head, and a red half-human tall cone-shaped stick suddenly appeared in his hand.

"What is that?red crystal?such a large piece of red crystal?" Just as the mercenaries were looking at the huge red crystal in Wen Ziming's hand, Wen Ziming's hand holding the crystal suddenly waved down:

"Red Lotus!"

A fist-sized flaming lotus flower flew out of the crystal and flew towards the mercenaries. Before the lotus flowers arrived, the blazing heat already reflected the frightened expressions on their faces.

"Mage?!" "You don't need to chant to cast spells, Archmage!" "Is that thing a staff?!" ......

Several mercenaries exclaimed, and then knelt down in unison: "My lord's life, we don't know how to offend my lord, beg my lord to spare my life!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Wen Ziming's mouth, this trick was really tried and tested, with a wave of the red crystal staff in his hand, the fire lotus rushed straight into the sky, and with a "bang" it bloomed into a gorgeous firework.

In this world, the status of the magician is higher than that of the warrior, in fact, the main reason is that the cultivation conditions of the mage are relatively harsh, and they need to have a strong affinity for the elements; and the reason why the status of the sacrifice is higher than that of the magician, the sacrifice needs to have a strong perception of the gods, otherwise how to borrow the power of the gods? It seems that this rating was proposed by himself, Wen Ziming thought to himself.

Wen Ziming put on a grim look and stopped in front of the group of mercenaries who were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

"I heard you just now, you said they stole your red sand scorpion?" Wen Ziming held his head high and didn't look at them.

"Ahh......h

Seeing them like this, and then turning his head to look at the three children who were still puffing up, Wen Ziming seemed to understand, and squeezed out a cold snort from his nose, and as soon as this cold snort came out, a small flame began to emerge on the staff.

Seeing this flame, the strong man who was kneeling in the middle suddenly kowtowed: "My lord, it wasn't they who stole it, we took a fancy to their soil spirits and wanted to trick them......"

"The red sand scorpion?" Wen Ziming asked, taking a step closer to him, the staff in his hand about to point to his head.

"Red Sand Scorpion, we didn't catch it, that thing is too cunning......" The mercenary's words made Wen Ziming's face even more gloomy, and the staff in his hand trembled and was about to be pointed on his head, and the mercenary snorted in fright, "Oh! My lord, spare your life, we know...... We know its lair, we can take you there, with your strength you are sure to catch it......"

Finally got the news of the red sand scorpion, Wen Ziming was overjoyed, and he couldn't wait to let them take it immediately, but he still thought about the little boy next to him who had the ability to transform into a beast, and he thought silently in his heart, and said, "Okay, where do you live?" I'll go back and prepare some things, and then go over to find you ......."

Hearing this, as if he could let them go, the sturdy mercenary suddenly kowtowed a few more times: "Thank you for sparing your life, thank you for sparing your life, we will live in the Fulai Inn......"

"Okay, you guys go first, just wait for me in front of the inn, I'll go to you when I'm ready, Red Wolf Mercenary Group, I remember you, don't try to escape......" Wen Ziming waved his right hand, and the red crystal staff disappeared.

Seeing him put away his staff, the mercenaries who were kneeling on the ground immediately said words of gratitude to Dade and ran away.

The mercenaries had just run out of the alley, but the little boy who had been standing tall over there suddenly fell to the ground on his back, so frightened that his other two friends couldn't bother to thank Wen Ziming, but just hugged the little boy and shook around: "Fan Lin, wake up, what's wrong with you?"

"His name is Fan Lin?" Wen Ziming stepped forward and looked at the little boy named Fan Lin, his face was a little pale, it seemed that the side effects of bestiality made him faint.

"This adult, what's wrong with him, please save Fan Lin!" Hearing Wen Ziming's question, the two children turned around and kowtowed to him in a hurry.

"Get up, he's fine, it's a loss of strength. Saying that, Wen Ziming stretched out his hand and carried Fan Lin on his shoulder. He was thin and small, although Wen Ziming's physique was not strong, but carrying Fan Lin felt that he was not as heavy as a spirit monkey, "Come with me." ”

Originally, I planned to finish the supply today, and then inquire about the news of the red sand scorpion in the city, and then go into the desert, so I didn't plan to stay in the hotel in advance, but today Wen Ziming suddenly became particularly interested in this boy named Fan Lin, he has met all kinds of geniuses or strange children over the years, but like him: it is really the first time that a child who is obviously a magician material but can be beastly turned into a child is really encountered, so he has the idea of accepting apprentices again.

rushed directly to the Fulai Inn, and saw that the Red Wolf Mercenary Group was really waiting for him at the door, ignoring them and saluting him, Wen Ziming carried Fan Lin straight to the cabinet and opened a room for a few children.

settled Fan Lin on the bed, and instructed the other two children named Xiaodun and Ling Che'er to take good care of him, and let the shopkeeper bring it up and record it in the account, but he must not go out and wait for him to come back. When he saw the two children nodding their heads like rattles, Wen Ziming smiled and touched their heads: "You don't need to be called by adults, just call me Brother Ziming, and then ask for water to wash, I'll go first, wait for me to come back." ”

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