"Relax, okay?"

"Your actions make me happy, but they are also draining my patience. When I'm impatient, no matter how nervous you are, it's useless. Hehe~"

An Ling tried his best to make himself smile kindly, but there was still a hint of sarcasm in his words.

The middle-aged mage who was held down by An Ling's shoulder quieted down now, and after looking at An Ling fixedly for two seconds, he finally spoke in calm words:

"Listening to your description, I'm like a clown~Your Excellency."

An Ling hooked the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and denied:

"I didn't say that, I just wanted to chat with you~"

"Your Excellency came to my secret lab just to talk?"

The middle-aged mage was unconvinced.

An Ling spread his hands and said:

"Otherwise, what else can you do, as your savior, why do you have this attitude?"

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged mage, and he pretended not to hear An Ling's words, and said in a low voice:

"Okay, just as you just said, let's talk."

"Let me start with that, is your Excellency a human being?"

An Lingdi squinted and smiled, and the childish young man's face showed a bit of cuteness. I saw him say generously:

"I'm not human, I'm your favorite abyss demon, I think you yearn for the abyss so much, you should bow down to me at the first sight."

"Haha~"

The middle-aged mage laughed coldly twice and said:

"Your Excellency is so happy to admit it?"

"Yes, yes."

An Ling nodded earnestly.

"I saw a foolish magician studying the abyss, and I couldn't help but want to come and talk to you."

"It was unbelievable."

The middle-aged mage sighed, and suddenly a mysterious magic fluctuation came out of his whole body, and his figure gradually faded into the air.

An Ling still had a cute and innocent smile on his face, and he didn't care about the middle-aged mage's movements.

Seeing that the middle-aged mage's body was about to fade completely, An Ling gently raised his palm, and the red light of the terrifying abyss gushed out, and he fanned forward hard.

Smack~

As if there was a sound of glass shattering, the entire space in front of An Ling was shattered, turning into a subspace zone full of spatial turbulence and chaotic energy.

The figure of the middle-aged mage fully appeared in this subspace zone again.

"You just said so much just to cast this space magic, right? It's amazing, you can unleash such a high-level spell just by silently whispering your heart. ”

An Ling stepped on the subspace in admiration and walked towards the middle-aged mage.

The middle-aged mage turned slowly, a look of despair and perseverance and pain on his face.

"Demons! You don't want to get anything from me! ”

After saying that, his eyes suddenly burst out, and he fell down bleeding from the seven orifices.

An Ling quickly stepped forward and grabbed his body, snapping his fingers.

The holy sword holy power poured out, instantly repairing the shattered subspace around it.

An Ling gently placed the middle-aged mage on the ground, looked at his corpse, shook his head and smiled:

"It's so ruthless, self-destructive, and the soul is shattered. And why bother? I just want to have a chat with you~"

"But it doesn't matter, if I can save you once, I can save you a second time."

An Ling smiled and took out the holy sword and gently pressed it against the middle-aged mage's chest.

Death where even the soul is broken cannot be saved by any means. But the Holy Sword is different, the Holy Sword is a sword of miracles, and it has enough power to accomplish incredible miracles.

The vast holy glow flashed, and the middle-aged mage's soul recovered as before, sinking back into his body.

The middle-aged mage slowly opened his eyes, and after seeing An Ling with a smile on his face, he suddenly got up, his face full of shock.

"How is that possible! How is this possible! I have self-destructed my soul, how can I be resurrected and awakened again? ”

He wailed in pain, as if he had gone crazy.

An Ling put away the holy sword, clapped his hands casually, and said:

"You're the one person I saved twice a day, shouldn't you be surprised by this peculiar experience?"

The middle-aged mage quieted down and looked at An Ling with blank eyes.

Then, he rolled slowly, and bowed to An Ling on the ground in a five-body throw.

"The great abyss exists, and I beg you to spare my soul, and for this I am willing to give everything but for a safe death."

This time, the mage's voice was filled with despair, sadness, and humility.

It can be seen that now this mage is finally "well-behaved".

"Hehe~"

An Ling sneered twice, tilted his head and said:

"That's right, that's what a human being who yearns for the abyss should have in front of me."

Seeing that An Ling did not answer his request, the middle-aged mage instantly lost his highlights, and closed his eyes and lowered his head in resignation.

However, after a long time, he did not wait for death, nor did he wait for his soul to be consumed by demonic pain. It was just a strong hand that slowly dragged him up.

"I said, I just wanted to talk to you, why are you going to go to such trouble?"

The young man's smile in front of him was clean and innocent, which made the middle-aged mage stunned for a while.

After a long time, the middle-aged mage returned to his senses and asked An Ling in disbelief:

"Won't you torture me and devour my soul?"

An Ling turned his head and said:

"Your soul is indeed delicious enough to seduct people, but I'm not a demon who eats people when I see them, don't worry, I have no malice, just talk to me."

"A demon without malice?"

The middle-aged mage muttered, and instantly felt that his worldview was shattered.

He quickly came back to his senses, and with great humility and respect, he bowed his head and asked An Ling:

"Great Abyss Being, what do you want to talk to me about?"

An Ling nodded approvingly, pointed to the chair beside him, and said:

"You relax a little bit, don't be so inhibited. Let's talk about your identity first, you have good magical attainments, and you can build a laboratory for studying the power of the abyss in such a ghost place, your identity must be unusual, right? ”

The middle-aged mage sat down on a chair beside him in a daze, and then lowered his head and said in a deep voice:

"I am a councillor of the Summit of the Knowledge Capital, the chief mage of the conference. At the same time, he is also the chairman of the summit and a disciple of the great sage Lacardo. ”

"What is your level of magic power in human society?"

The middle-aged mage glanced up at An Ling, and immediately lowered his head and replied:

"Diamond level, but we are generally not called diamond mages, but are called archmages."

"Oh, so this level of magic is a diamond."

An Ling nodded knowingly, and suddenly remembered the old mage he had met last time in the night of the Green River City disaster.

That old mage is a grade stronger than this middle-aged mage, and that level should be considered a sage? Or a legendary mage.

No wonder the old mage's soul was so delicious, it turned out that he had met a sage, if it weren't for the inconvenience of eating the despicable king at that time, he would definitely have done it.