The sun was scorching, and Mo Xuan, who was high in the sky, missed the air conditioner very much at this time.

Although spells can also be cooled, how can doing it yourself be as comfortable as passive enjoyment?

In desperation, Mo Xuan still used the elemental spell that he had not progressed for a long time to release a freezing technique, and the target was the floor.

In an instant, the cold air spread through the room, and all those present did not let out a comfortable moan.

"Brother Mo Xuan, how did you deal with those two sects!" Shania lay on Cynthia's lap without any image, looking like a lazy kitten who had just woken up.

"What can I do with them, don't I see that I am all here enjoying the sunshine now?"

No wonder, whoever is squeezed in the middle of two behemoths is uncomfortable

Houty Rat was a member of the Flame City, he didn't know why his real parents gave him such a name, but it didn't matter, this title had been with him for more than forty years, he had a thin body, dull yellow eyes, and was lazily lying on his bed at this time.

The home is a standard standard house in Flame City, with a flat roof, a kitchen, two bedrooms and a living room, adding up to only sixty or seventy square meters, and there is no small courtyard.

There is no eye-catching furniture in the home, and the home of the hedgerat is so different in the wave of almost everyone in the Flame City.

As if cramped, the hedgerat was eager to spread every inch of his body on the bed. As if he could no longer wash it, he held a homemade leaf roll, the wide leaves were dried, and in the middle of the roll some plant leaves that the hedgerat himself could not name, and these leaves were also yellowed, and as the flames ignited the homemade object that I don't know how to name, a thick smoke soon spread in the room, and the choking smell of unknown plants was casually.

The hedgehog was very satisfied at this time, he was over forty years old, and it could be said that he had done half of his life among ordinary people.

From the beginning, the hedgerat is very lazy.

Arguably, if not for the sake of livelihood. Hedgerats can spend their entire lives in the house smoking their homemade items. So until now he has no wife.

Houtrats thought the right choice in his life was for him to join the Lord when he was recruiting men, or he might have been wrapped in a rotten mat and thrown to the mass grave.

After arriving in Flame City, Hedgerat still did not change his laziness problem, because most of the jobs in Flame City were paid daily. The high salaries allow the hedgerats to catch up for two days and rest for three days.

It is said that human desires are difficult to satisfy. To talk about the old days. Hedgerats can't eat enough and can't wear warm clothes, there is time to complain, now that they eat and drink well and sleep comfortably, they naturally have more time to think about other things.

Perhaps it is the perennial sucking of these unknown plants. The hedgerat could clearly feel that his body was getting worse day by day, which made him miss his youth very much, and at the same time, he kept complaining in his heart, why couldn't the lord let him live better, but he heard that the gold coins in the lord's hand could bury people alive.

It's just that he can only complain in his heart, he is still a little self-aware, and he knows what he is.

"Beautiful!" The smoke from the ignition of the unknown plant went down his mouth and into his lungs, and the feeling of fluttering fairy in an instant made his consciousness constantly lost, as if walking on the void, and as if rolling in the clouds, and the intense pleasure made his body twitch.

"Do you want a better life, do you want more power, do you want to be as powerful as your lords? The words seemed to come from the void, as if someone was whispering, as if someone was chanting, as if someone was praying, and the small voice kept lingering in the hedger's mind, so that his almost lost and unable to think brain gradually woke up.

"Someone is joking with me?" struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was still his barren cabin.

"Money, power, beauty, what you think, what you think, as long as you need it, all your wishes will be beaten!" whispered words came from nowhere, into the ears of the hedger.

At this point, the hedgerat can see everything he wants.

The beautiful elves were pinching his legs and pounding his shoulders, the breast-bursting Terran beauty was peeling the skins of fruit for him, the gorgeous houses, the well-trained servants, the noble carriages, all the things he imagined were displayed before his eyes, as if he could reach them as soon as he stretched out his hand.

The hedgerat was moved, he himself was a person who didn't want to give but wanted to get.

"What should I do?" asked the hedgerat with a blurred look in his eyes.

A complex and ancient scroll filled with an unknown aura appeared in front of his eyes, and the words on it did not know what they meant, but the hedgerat could feel the resentment and desire contained in the words.

With more than 40 years of experience, the hedgerat knows it's not a good thing, but what does it matter?

The hedgerat can feel the condition of his body, and it can be said that with his current condition, it will really be better to live than die in a few years, and now he can enjoy the life of his dreams after signing this unknown thing.

It's a pity that the hedgerat is illiterate, even if he knows a font, the text on this scroll will automatically change to the text that the hedger says he knows, and now the hedgerat can only roughly feel that this is not a good thing.

Signed, the hedgerat did not hesitate, and as reminded by the mysterious voice, he bit his finger, smeared it with blood and pressed it to the lower right corner of the scroll.

A thug in one hand, a pair of large hands that seemed to be made up of black smoke suddenly grabbed the top of the hedger's head, and in less than a moment, a struggling phantom was dragged out of the top of the hedger's head.

Smoke grabbed the phantom in its big hand and froze there, and a black light burrowed into the hedgerat's skull from the void.

After a few moments, the hedgerat opened his eyes, and there was a gleam in his cloudy eyes, and he raised his head and stared at the phantom.

The phantom struggled and writhed at this time, but to no avail, his mouth opened and closed, and his face was hideous and terrifying, and it could be seen that he was cursing the hedger, or the thing that occupied this body.

Without any guilt, the hedger said to the phantom: "Anla, An, Ah, I said it was given to you, and I will definitely give it to you." After saying that, he muttered to himself, a strange and awkward spell came out of his mouth, and gradually a crack appeared in front of the phantom's eyes, and the big hand unceremoniously threw the phantom into it.

The hedgerat clapped his hands and said to the place where the crack gradually disappeared! Well, maybe you don't know the small space, and you don't have to know, there is a phantom array I arranged in it, and he can let your soul enjoy the life you are looking forward to until it is exhausted! Well, don't thank me, hehehehe. After that, the hedgerat rubbed his face and took a deep breath: "What a wonderful air! (To be continued......)