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Wren stood in front of his throne, avoiding Girouram's scrutinizing gaze.

"I thought you'd kill all those ugly and vile goblins. Girouram's voice came out faintly.

Wren was silent.

He had this thought, but finally gave up, just because he kept the trace of kindness in his heart.

"Is this human nature, so nostalgic. Girouram looked at it with interest.

Wren shuddered inexplicably, hesitated for half a second, and asked, "I heard...... You'll only show up for a month every 100 years?"

Girouram replied: "It seems to be true, is there a problem?"

The corners of Wren's mouth twitched, and he felt the urge to scold his mother.

Girouram chuckled suddenly, the strange laughter that tingled Wren's brain.

"Ten thousand years ago I was attacked by a shameless man," said Giruram's tone, which was full of Moriran, "I must heal my wounds through a deep sleep, and now my injuries have basically recovered. ”

"So you're not going to disappear like you used to, and you can have more time to teach me knowledge?" Wren began, slightly relieved.

This time together made him a little less wary of Girouram, and instead full of interest in the knowledge he imparted.

Even though he knew that this was a dangerous great lich, Wren was willing to accept this master-apprentice relationship.

But Girouram's last sentence dispelled his thoughts: "I will leave in a month." ”

Wren was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Where to go?"

The lich said lightly: "Deal with some private matters, in short, leave this barren and weak plane." ”

Wren stopped talking.

Giruram glanced at him and said, "I will leave you with enough knowledge, and if you don't master it all the next time, I will definitely give you an unforgettable punishment." ”

Wren couldn't help but shudder.

The Lich's punishment, he remembers.

But...... It's for your own good!

Wren nodded solemnly.

Giruram suddenly floated in front of Wren, and a withered hand that seemed to be made of ice condensed reached the center of Wren's eyebrows.

When he appeared in front of Wren, Wren felt locked by a breath of qi and couldn't move at all.

But he wasn't intimidated, the current scene had happened several times.

Wren closed his eyes, and suddenly felt white clouds-like things emerge from his sea of consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, a voice woke Wren up.

"There are a total of forty-nine inheritance illusions, you understand them with your heart, some of them are not what you can understand with your current strength, don't be reckless!"

Wren opened his eyes, looked at Girouram, who had returned to his throne, and nodded yes.

"As for the Witch Tree in your Sea of Consciousness," said Girouram after a pause, "I may not be able to discover its true usefulness when I have a chance to enter the Tower of Truth later...... The madmen at the Tower of Truth love to study these strange things. ”

His tone suddenly became solemn: "Remember, no matter what, you can't show it to a second person, even your closest one!"

Wren rarely heard the concern from his words, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded, "I understand." ”

After a moment of silence, Girouram said, "Okay, continue your story last time, what happened to Snow White?"

Wren: "......"

......

January flies.

Girouram solemnly explained some precautions to Wren and left him as the only student a few life-saving scrolls, and left in front of Wren.

The "Hall of Eternal Life" naturally disappeared with him, after all, it was just a kind of lich illusion between the virtual and the real created by this great lich with the law.

Standing alone for a long time, Wren let out a long sigh.

Giruram is not like a lich, he doesn't seem so cold and evil.

And Wren was not as wary of everything as he was when he first returned from the Shenyao Continent, and he felt as if his cold heart had been melted by something.

Maybe it's the adoptive father's influence, or something else.

Call......

Wren let out a breath, his gaze determined again.

"No matter what, promise to others must be fulfilled!" he secretly decided in his heart.

When he looked at the demon world in front of him, which he regarded as full of dangers, Wren had a high fighting spirit.

He tried to ask Giruram to take him to the Wizarding Continent, but the other party decisively rejected him, citing strength.

"Only the truly strong can set foot in that wizard's paradise!"

"Sweep away this world, and you may set foot on the edge of that world!"

"If you can't do that, then it was a bad decision for me to take you as a student, and you won't see me again!"

These three sentences are engraved in Wren's heart.

......

Snowburn has been at ease lately.

As a second-order cyclops leader, he didn't have a good time in the past.

With his huge belly, he needs a lot of food every day to feed his stomach. The neighboring trolls are eyeing each other, and they're big eaters, making it hard for him to eat his full stomach - after all, he doesn't go out of his way to steal food from his own kind, or simply eat his own kind, like a troll.

Some time ago, those damn trolls didn't know what stupid thing they had done, and they were actually killed by someone who killed three leaders. With no leader in the group, the surviving trolls quickly found their way into the belly of their old rivals.

By the time they had eaten them and Snow had returned to his hungry state, the goblins hiding underground had all appeared on the surface for some reason, much to the surprise of the Cyclops.

Snowburn had just eaten two goblins and was content to sleep in his territory.

His huge belly was bare, rising and falling like a hill with his breathing.

While he was dreaming, there was a slight thudding sound. Snowburn opened his eyes, his body leaping nimbly at an incredible speed, and in an instant he was on the ground.

He was ten meters tall, with a one-eyed head in the center, a huge bulging belly, and a smooth lower body with lush hair.

There was a hint of doubt in his single eye, and he looked at the human in front of him, who was as small as an ant.

"It's strange, it's just a small human being, how could he feel so strongly threatened just now?" Snowburn had a little light in his head.

Swallowing softly, he said in an unskilled demon language: "Human, while I have eaten enough, you leave quickly." ”

The demon language is the language of warlocks in the past, similar to the lingua franca of the Dragon Continent.

Wren looked at the self-proclaimed clever cyclops, and a hint of amusement flashed across his face.

"Snowburn?" Wren began.

The cyclops leader's face changed slightly, and he realized that the human in front of him was really prepared.

His expression grew solemn, and he was about to continue speaking, when he saw that the human had rushed towards him.

"Is it the Terran Sky Knight?" Snowburn blinked hesitantly, his expression relaxed.

No creature has a constitution like a Cyclops, especially a human!(To be continued.) )