The next day was a custom spell mark from Mira, the daughter of the camp leader, and over the next few days, Jory had to help Jack complete the spell mark and remove the poisonous blood for him.

Through two days of hand-made mana spell seals, Jory has become more and more proficient in the production of mana spell marks, and when he has nothing to do, he will borrow old Jack's mold and inject fire energy to make interesting spell marks.

Don't forget, Jack's mold model wasn't meant to make a killing spell, it was just for fun.

Jack ran out of dissolutes, so he went out early to buy materials, leaving Jory alone in the store.

Except for the worthless furs, the clothes he hung in the inner room were important to Jack, and he told Jory not to play with his precious robes before leaving.

After closing the door, Jory waited boredly in the temporarily closed store, and he continued to make mana spells without having anything to do.

The pattern of orange-red droplets, bursting with scorching sparks, appeared on the fur layer. Jory sliced his arm and pressed the fur to the wound, and it wasn't long before the curse mark appeared on his right arm.

His right fist clenched suddenly, and his fist suddenly appeared like a surging fire, and the energy circuit of the spell seal controlled the dynamics of the "flowing water" flame, which was very beautiful.

Grinning at the corners of his mouth, Jory suddenly felt that the spell mark he had made was too much for himself. The flame spell mark he made was better for people who didn't have the ability of him.

Looking at the flowing flames in his right hand, Jory stretched out his left hand, and the flames of his left arm suddenly burned with gas, and the scorching heat was gradually suppressed by him. It didn't take long for the flame in his left arm to mimic the fluid flame of the spell seal.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and Jory seemed to think of something, and he squeezed his hands, and the flames of his arms suddenly collapsed.

With his eyes closed, he sank into the heart of the molten fire in the depths of his consciousness. He exhaled lightly, and when Jory opened his eyes again, a dazzling night-blue flash almost blinded Jory's eyes, and he subconsciously reached out to his eyes to block the light, but Jory saw the flames flowing like liquid attached to his arm.

Bright and reflective dots all over the body. Float in front of Joe. Someone dares to swear. Since using mammoth grease, the body that glows at a certain point has become more dazzling.

Showing great interest, he flew over and looked at Jory curiously. At this moment, most of Jori's body was covered with liquid flames, flowing slowly. These flames flow on Jory's body. Releasing a soft glow of fire. Radiates warm heat.

Curious, Dotted flew closer and stretched out his little hand and touched Jory.

"Brush!"

Lightning-fast retraction of small hands. A little tear flowed down its face, and it hurriedly stuffed its scalded little hand into its mouth to cool down, while looking at Jory with teary eyes.

"I can't touch the fire on my body, it's hot." Seeing that the little hand was burned, Jory hurriedly dispersed the flames, he took the little bit of body, and after thinking about it, he took out the bottle of mammoth grease.

Squeezing out a little grease, Jory smeared some of the cold grease on his little scalded hands.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a sudden rude knock on the door, and the person knocking outside didn't even give Jory time to open the door, and slammed the door open.

A young woman with purple hair, dressed in a tight-fitting leather skirt, strode in.

The king of kings of the second concentration camp, the daughter of the head of the church who is even more difficult to mess with than the head of the church, Mira. The first time Jory saw the woman, he recognized her symbolic purple hair.

And, of course, her unique domineering personality.

Walking in with her chin held high, Mira glanced at the shop, the door to the workshop was open, so Mira could tell that the owner of the shop was not there, and the only one present was Jory.

Mira asked bluntly, "Where is the boss of Yifeng?" ”

"Oh, he's out." Jory replied without being salty, and he quietly stuffed a little bit into the bloody hole in his chest and covered it with his clothes.

He really doesn't have much affection for this arrogant and domineering girl, since the other party has not yet clashed with him, and Jory is too lazy to talk nonsense with her.

Unexpectedly, Mira didn't find Old Jack, but caught Jory and didn't let go. The purple eyes pondered for a moment, and she asked step by step, "Are you a newly hired small worker from the boss?" Why haven't I seen you before, and when will the boss come back? My custom 'Crimson Kiss' is now available! ”

The barrage of words did not give Jory the slightest respite.

Jory rolled his eyes, turned his head, and took a moment to pull out the new spell mark he had made with his right hand, and played with it.

"I'm talking to you, are you deaf?" The shrill voice came again, and although she didn't turn her head to look at Mira, Jory could hear her footsteps.

People have not arrived, a pair of towering breasts. The preserved was the first to come into Jory's sight.

Jory's jaw stiffened suddenly, and the curse mark flame in his hand flowed like liquid flames to the ground.

Staring at the squeezing arc that should be very high, but it was bound by some kind of strap, Qiao Li opened his mouth and sighed.

"What a bad-breasted!"

"What did you say?"

Hearing this, Mira's face instantly sank, and she reached out and grabbed Jory's hair.

It would be strange if Jory was grabbed by the hair by a wisssy, and before Mira's claws could reach, an arm made entirely of dark red shades protruded from the back of Mira's neck.

The ability to dissolve the fog clone, Jory has not forgotten to exercise, practice makes perfect. Dividing into a bloody clone is no longer difficult for Jory.

With a grim smile on the corner of his mouth, Jory said softly, "Before I plan to make your life impossible to take care of yourself, get out." ”

When Mila brought up Old Jack in public and insulted him, Jory did not forget. Old Jack was willing to swallow his anger, that was his way of living, not Jory's way of living.

It seemed that he didn't expect someone to dare to talk to him so directly, Mira didn't even pay attention to the bloody hand stretched to her neck, and reprimanded in a low voice with a gloomy face: "You, say it again? ”

"Arrogant and unreasonable, arrogant and domineering, there is no one to support in life, and there are wild women who are undereducated, this is owing. Exercise. ”

Jory's body suddenly turned into a blood mist, and suddenly flashed outside the door of the store, he regrouped back into a human form, standing on the street by the river, watching Mira gradually turn from stunned to unparalleled anger, Jory crossed his hands and waist and sneered loudly: "I'm sorry, I'm brain-dead, if you offend, come and bite me." ”

At this time, the street outside the shop happened to pass by a patrol of demon guards, and Jory stood on the street, mercilessly sarcastic Mira, his hands on his waist and the spine was straight, and the playful expression was clearly saying to Mira, come and beat me, please.

The patrolling demon guards passed by the door of the Epiphyte shop, and the guards all glanced at Jory.

You can't stir up trouble in the city, let alone kill people. If murder is allowed in the city......

Mira will definitely rush out at once and tear this scum of mockery and provocation to shreds!

It just so happens that Jory can't get used to Mira's arrogant and domineering nasty character, in his opinion, Mila dares to be so arrogant because of her awesome father.

If it weren't for the aura of the head of the concentration camp, a woman like Mira would have been dragged to a corner and buried in a thirty-six pose.

Isn't this the second ancestor who relied on his parents' arrogance?

Jory found that he liked to mock the bright-eyed Second Ancestor in this deliberately brainless and idiotic way, only in this way the pleasure brought him was stronger.

Especially the Demon Guardian is not far away, Mira obviously has good strength, but she can't help Jory, especially the rogue attitude played by Jory, which makes Mila mad the most.

"You! I'm going to duel with you! ”

Qiao Li grinned: "Then you come out, I'll wait!" ”

Teaseing this second ancestor, who relied on his father's might, Jory suddenly felt full of pleasure, and it was much more interesting than making mana spells with nothing to do.

Mira gritted her teeth and shouted word by word: "Chengbei Gladiatorial Arena, do you dare to come with me, coward?" ”

Large cities will have places like gladiatorial arenas, in order to prepare a legal killing ground for the brave and aggressive demons.

"I'm afraid that you, a wild woman, will beat me? Don't roll in front of me and lead the way. ”

"Okay, good, good......"

Mira was trembling with anger from Jory, and her feet were almost unsteady, she left the store without saying a word, and glared at Jory with a fire-breathing gaze: "There is a kind of you coming with me!" ”

"What?" Jory was stunned, he plucked out his ears, and asked in disbelief: "Do you have my seed?" When was this! ”

“…… I'll kill you right now! Die!! (To be continued......)