After another two years, Xue Ling reached the age where he could practice, and his music lessons began to get on the right track, during which he also learned to play a good violin, fight a good fight, heal a good injury in one hand, and be poisonous in one hand. For the first time, he was allowed access to the vast royal arsenal, one of the few non-royals to enter. The weapons in it are all rare treasures, which can be used as heirlooms to enshrine, and each weapon is attached to the magic pattern specially made by the master, which can fit the body, and is usually put in the body when not in use. Of course, this is impossible for an ordinary weapon, first of all, its material can't withstand this magic pattern. Kudi Xueling turned out a sword from many years ago, it was a red long sword, and even Hea didn't know what it was called. "Maybe it's been too long, and there's nothing too special about it, so forget about it," Hea said. However, Xue Ling said that he liked it very much, and chose it as his weapon in the future, and Hea and Sau couldn't say anything. Anyway, it's all treasures, so don't worry about it. When Moxiu heard about this, he gave him a small dagger and warned him not to swing it around. And, because of someone's "Angelo" and "Angelo" all day long, everyone has also become accustomed to calling Xue Ling Angelo, maybe it's Xue Ling's surname or first name, whether it's "Xue Ling Angelo" or "Angelo Snow Ling", everyone can't figure it out. So he called casually, one would be called Xue Ling, and the other would be Angelo, and he would agree anyway.

At this time, a genius appeared among the classmates who studied the magic pattern, his name was Garrod, at first he was not very conspicuous in the foreshadowing study, but when it came to the formal study of magic pattern painting, Garrod's speed was shown, and he gradually surpassed most people and began to compete with Xue Ling. However, at this time, Xue Ling had already stopped the etiquette class, and Mo Xiu also said that he would discuss the important matters of the demon clan with Hea and them, and move to live with them, so that he could teach at any time by his Angelo's side, and there was no need to spend time studying the course. As a result, biology and culture classes were also cut, leaving only music and painting classes for Xue Ling to concentrate on.

One day, "Angelo, I can already draw a speed-assisted pattern!" Garrod happily held a pattern. "Oh, me too. Xue Ling didn't raise her head, and said lightly.

Another day, "Angelo, I can already draw power-assisted patterns!" Garrod happily held a magic pattern. "Oh, me too. Xue Ling didn't raise her head, and said lightly.

Another day, "Angelo, I can already draw bondage patterns!" Garrod happily held a pattern. "Oh, me too. Xue Ling didn't raise her head, and said lightly.

Another day, "Angelo, I will definitely surpass you!" Garrod said to Xue Ling with fighting spirit. "Oh, then you can try it. Xue Ling finally squinted her eyes and looked at Garrod, but there was a cold in her eyes.

There's a lot to learn in a rhythm class, including how to remove the elbow armor from a rampaging thick-armored rhino, how to retrieve their eggs from deep caves infested with salamanders, and how to kill and maximize the benefits of wild beasts in the wild...... And there is a requirement for all of this, it must have the beauty of music, and turn every battle into a grand symphony, presumably Hea and their purpose is also this, the students taught in the music class are not musicians at all, but all-purpose warriors who adhere to a certain aesthetic. However, Xue Ling can apply the knowledge she has learned in the Magic Pattern class to these places, and she can achieve a complementary effect.

And the originally well-behaved and quiet Princess Tara was influenced by someone, and she switched to violence, carrying a bright and dangling long sword on her body all day long, and she took it out of her body at some point, ready to fight at any time. The victim called for my well-behaved little princess, but the cry was soon suppressed by someone and someone, and disappeared before it reached the ears of the culprit. In short, His Highness Xue Ling is still living a carefree life, he knows that everything he is learning now is for the purpose of being useful in the future, but the most useful things in the future, he has not learned at all now.

Two years later, Xue Ling was twelve years old, and when he was old enough to be independent, it was time for him to choose his own attendant. It happened that Tara was also twelve years old, so at Tara's request, the two of them went to choose together.

"May I ask Your Highness whether to pick a maid or a male waiter first?" asked the person in charge of management with a standard smile. "Waitress. Tara preemptively said. "Whatever. "Xue Ling still continued his style of not caring about anything. "Then please go this way. The manager made a gesture of invitation and asked the two of them to walk towards the passage on the right. Two rows of fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls stood neatly on both sides in white skirts, all bowing in unison: "Welcome Your Highness." They spoke in a neat voice, and their soft voices were very beautiful, like the pine waves of the wind passing through the woods. "You please. "Two attendants brought two stacks of materials to the two of them and asked them to choose. Xue Ling flipped a little and glanced at the two rows of girls. "Number five-six-two. He said lightly, and the cold voice reached everyone's ears. All the girls looked at the end of the line in disbelief, and the red-haired girl's indifferent expression instantly turned into disbelief. The girl at the top of the list represents the more beautiful she looks, the more professional the service, and the more recommended by the manager. "That's you. Xue Ling casually handed the information to the administrator, and no longer cared about what happened next.

Then someone used the magic scroll that had been prepared for a long time on the girl, changed her into a waiter-level configuration, and led her to Xue Ling. Then Tara chose her own one, a quiet and obedient girl. "What's your name?" Shelling looked at the red-haired girl, who had never been affected by the superior habits he had developed in his life, even though he was a head shorter than her. "The name should have been given by you, Your Highness. The girl said. "I'll let you get up on your own. Xue Ling said lightly. The girl raised her head in astonishment, and then thought carefully for three seconds: "Flowing fire." She said. "Oh. From now on, you'll be mine, Flowing Fire. Xue Ling said. He said it so lightly, but the content was so tough that it was heartbreaking.

"Your Highness, please come with me. The caretaker led four more people to the left passage. As she walked out of the passage on the right, Xue Ling saw a man with bandages around his eyes standing not far away, looking towards this side with a smiling expression. Xue Ling looked at him, and suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was a person he knew a long time ago, but he couldn't remember his name. The administrators also spotted him: "Your Highness don't care about him, he has been crazy, and he is not among the people we have in store for you." "Oh. Xue Ling turned her head and walked towards the passage to the left.

There were two rows of young men, uniformly dressed in white, but separated from the people outside by an enchanted fence. "Just to protect your lives. The manager explained to Tara with a smile. Xue Ling just looked at these boys who were only a few years older than him, and silently did not speak. They also remained silent.

Suddenly, a boy broke the silence: "Your Highness Xue Ling, can I choose me?" he said, his tone as flat as if he was talking about someone else's business. Everyone looked at him in amazement, "Oh. Xue Ling glanced at him and agreed in the same flat tone. The manager didn't drag his feet and immediately ordered someone to repeat the procedure just now, and then the person was brought to Xue Ling. "Think of your own name. Xue Ling said lightly. "Ian. He said that he seemed to have thought it out for a long time. After that, the team of six people drove out in a majestic way, and when they got out, Xue Ling found that the person was still there, with an uninhibited evil smile, and it seemed to carry some sarcasm and disdain.

Xue Ling walked straight towards him, and the management immediately followed, after all, that person was a madman, and it was not a joke to hurt these precious young masters. Tara also followed with some confusion, not understanding how Xue Ling, who had always been cold, would take the initiative to find someone else.

"Hello. Xue Ling came up to him, looked up and said, as flat as ever. "Hello. The man replied lazily, without the slightest respect or politeness. "Come to me," Xue Ling said directly, "Be my follower." He said seriously. "Followers?" the man said with a smirk of disdain, incredulous, "a twelve-year-old?" "That's right. Xue Ling didn't seem to notice the unkindness in his tone, and still said seriously. "I'm not even a slave to you, and I'm blind, a blind man with a bad temper. The man smiled cynically and said, "Are you sure?" "I know." Xue Ling ignored his words, "Promise?" he asked. "Since you are so graciously invited, I have no choice but to be disrespectful, I will go wherever you say, and the service will be absolutely obedient to the home. He said with a smirk.

The people next to him couldn't help but cover their faces, this was probably the first time that Xue Ling had been so tolerant of people since she came to the demon clan, and took the initiative to invite others, what a dream, but it happened to this madman. What's really hateful is that he can be so improper, so shameless and undisciplined, it really makes people want to beat him up and do the right thing for heaven!

"Let's go. Xue Ling said, turning around and speaking in his usual flat tone. The army drove out in a majestic manner, and the management did not regard these as strange things, and more nonsensical and excessive things have happened here many times, and they do not know how many more strange guests they have received. Moreover, as a department that specializes in cultivating attendants for upper-level figures, all administrators have absolutely top-level cultivation and coping ability to receive these big shots, anyway, there will be many big people to deal with the aftermath of this person taken by His Royal Highness Xue Ling, and there is no need for them to worry about it.

"By the way, my name is Cylla. After walking silently for a while, the guy who was hailed as a madman by the administrator finally couldn't take it anymore and spoke. "Oh. Xue Ling said lightly. He was a little aggrieved in the face of Xue Ling's flat reaction, as if he wanted to say something, his lips moved, but he didn't spit out a word.

When Tara returned to her, Xue Ling looked at the two men and a woman in front of her: "Flowing fire, five centimeters." Ian, five centimeters. Cyra, eight centimeters. What he said was a bit confusing to them, and three seconds later Cyra had an epiphany, "It's the limit of the contact distance, right?" Xue Ling said. "Then I'm curious, how much is Princess Tara's?" asked Cyra, yawning. "Two centimeters. After Xue Ling finished speaking, she turned around and went to her room, "Without my permission, no one can get my room, and they can't look at the door." Then the white door shut. There were only three people left standing in the huge living room, feeling the slightest cold air in the air. "Is it that close?" said Cyra with a smile and muttered to herself.

Then he let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the couch, wondering how he, a blind man, could be so comfortable in his new surroundings. "Do you know why Xue Ling chose you?" he asked, looking up, smiling at the still stunned Flowing Fire. "I don't know. Flowing Fire shook his head very honestly. "Don't you understand? This guy doesn't need a servant at all, he chose you probably because you are the most talented of all, and he can give you an education after he chooses you, and then your life will definitely take a hundred and eighty degrees turn. "He's always been so soft-hearted, and he's always thinking about saving people." ”

Anyone who has been in contact with Xue Ling will laugh and cramp when they hear this, no one has ever connected Xue Ling with soft-heartedness, who can see where he is soft-hearted, it must be something wrong with his eyes. He was an eight-year-old cold-blooded animal who was already indifferent to the sight of a dead man, and he still calmly took a step back to prevent the blood of the dead from splashing on his body. Everyone present was amazed by his performance, no matter who saw such a bloody picture for the first time, they vomited and made a mess, how indifferent to life is to be as indifferent as Xue Ling?