"Senpai means ......"

Looking at Wang Zheng's face that was too young to speak, and his expression was unusually relaxed and not fake, the necromancer asked cautiously, her voice trembling unabashedly.

Wang Zheng nodded as a matter of course: "The vitality of the exercises practiced in this seat is amazing, and the injuries in the spine can naturally be easily healed." ”

When the necromancer heard this, his face became even more hurried and flustered: "But my brother's body has been like this for five years, and his body has already formed a memory, even if he breaks his spine again, and then stimulates his growth, it will only grow into what it is now." ”

Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows in some surprise, the body forms memories, stimulates regrowth, and Western magicians are worthy of being research-oriented talents, these theories already have some overlap with the scientific theories of the previous life.

Of course, it's just some overlap, after all, this is a fantasy world......

Similarly, through the necromancer's words, Wang Zheng could tell that in order to treat her younger brother, she probably put a lot of effort into it. However, what was very troublesome for her was not a matter for Wang Zheng.

I saw Wang Zheng wave his hand indifferently: "Is the spine itself already wasted? Then just change it, in other words, if you are eyeing this seat, you should value the spine under the vigorous vitality of this seat, right?"

The necromancer showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and in the face of Wang Zheng, the great grandmaster, she didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, so she could only stubbornly continue:

"That's right, I've tried countless methods before this, and after simulation experiments, even the spine of a god descendant can't be perfectly fused into my brother's body, so this is why I have no eyes......"

Wang Zheng waved his hand and interrupted her: "The spine of the dragon, phoenix, angel, and demon should be fine, right? I believe that with your means, you should be able to smelt the huge spine into something between the real spine and the secret treasure, and then transplant it to your brother's body." ”

Dragons, Phoenixes, Angels, Demons?

The words that made the necromancer unattainable stunned her, and at the same time, a wry smile appeared on her face: "These should be okay, and even change my brother's talent to a certain extent."

The dragon's spine is enough for his younger brother to become a half-human, half-dragon dragon warrior, and the phoenix's spine may be able to make his younger brother a being who can be reborn from the fire, not to mention angels and demons.

It's just that...... It's just that those are not at all within the reach of a little woman. ”

Wang Zheng nodded approvingly: "That's right, these should be enough to heal your brother's injuries." However, you said that your brother has a great talent for the sword path, and there is a better choice here in this seat. ”

"What choice?" Faced with a fourth-order great grandmaster who could crush his existence at any time, the necromancer did not doubt him, but looked at Wang Zheng with hope.

However, Wang Zheng touched his chin and looked at the ugly necromancer with a smile: "Don't ask what the choice is, you should answer this seat first, what conditions can you pay?"

The necromancer's eager eyes cooled down in an instant, from what kind of sacrificial seal the person in front of him planted for himself, to what he said to himself, the necromancer guessed that the person in front of him had a plan.

However, apart from the cultivation of a strong man and the potential of a genius, what else can he have?

Knowing this, the necromancer's expression changed and changed, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I can sacrifice my loyalty and soul, but please don't embarrass my brother." ”

When Wang Zheng heard this, he was not happy, how can he do it if he doesn't embarrass your brother? He is the predetermined Holy Sword Goat Saint Seiya!

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng stretched out a finger and shook it: "Your loyalty and soul are not as good as the secret treasure of this seat, so ......"

When the necromancer heard this, his face instantly turned cold, and he looked directly at Wang Zheng: "Then senior, please leave...... I'll find a way to cure my brother myself. ”

Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes: "Dare to talk to me like this, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"I'm afraid! Of course I'm afraid! But even if he dies, I don't want my brother to become anyone's slave! He's a genius! He should have his own pride!"

The necromancer was very stubborn, but Wang Zheng rolled his eyes and shook his head: "Who said I wanted him to be my slave?

If he is really a talent that can be created, this seat may be able to accept him as the third disciple under the seat. If he is a puddle of mud, then this seat will also vigorously cultivate you, and after those messy grudges, you will serve this seat with all your heart. ”

After a pause, Wang Zheng suddenly said in an inexplicable tone: "Friend, have you heard of the Saint Seiya?

At this moment, the name of Saint Seiya was only circulating in a small area, and it did not shake the entire Western Continent, so the necromancer who was busy with human experiments had not heard of the strange title of Saint Seiya, let alone understood what Wang Zheng's inexplicable tone represented.

But this did not prevent her from judging Wang Zheng's words, I saw her eyes flashing, and she still looked vigilant: "What the predecessors said is true?"

Wang Zheng nodded as a matter of course: "Naturally, it's true, otherwise, all the problems will be solved with a sacrificial heart, and there is still no need to talk nonsense with you?"

Wang Zheng's words undoubtedly dispelled the doubts of the necromancer's dress, after all, as Wang Zheng said, if he really lacked slaves, controlling people's hearts with sacrificing the heart seal was the simplest and rude method, and he couldn't afford to waste his tongue with a mere third-order necromancer.

Although he didn't understand what Wang Zheng's purpose was, the necromancer also had his own judgment in his heart.

After taking a deep look at Wang Zheng, she slowly lowered her head: "Lina has seen the master." ”

Wang Zheng shook his head helplessly: "Master, this name is too evil capitalism, huh...... In order to show our cordial relationship, it is better to call me Director Wang or teacher. ”

"Teacher?" Lena was incredulous.

Wang Zheng smiled slightly: "Of course, it's just the kind of name, after all, this seat doesn't understand magic." ”

Lena opened her mouth, and just as she wanted to say something, she was interrupted by Wang Zheng. I saw Wang Zheng take out a golden pendant, a crab-shaped pendant and throw it to Lina, and snorted:

"Feel its soul and power, although this seat doesn't understand magic, but this thing is more than 10,000 times more decent than the left-hand method of transforming your soul into a banshee soul. ”

Lena looked down at the pendant in her palm in confusion.

Could this be the legendary artifact? and feel the soul and power in it?