"Oh, you want to eat honey, and you happen to encounter a beehive," Don Quixote gently pulled Shirley's little tentacles with both hands, "and use the secret technique of your knife bee clan to control the bees to collect honey for you, and as a result, the bees you control are eaten by snakes, what is there to cry about?

"No, father," Shirley shook her head, "it's not your average snake, it eats all the pieces of my soul, it hurts."

"Soul shards?" Don Quixote squinted at Shirley, "You put your soul shards inside a bee?"

"It's not one, it's a piece of it that puts it in the body of the queen bee of that honeycomb, and then it refracts to all the bees, so that I can control all the bees within a certain range."

"And then?"

"And then I'll take revenge"

"All the bees, including the queen bee, have been eaten?"

"Hmm"

"You, let a swarm of ordinary bees deal with a monster."

"No," Shirley waved her hand a little anxiously, but seemed to be in a hurry, and finally suddenly hugged Don Quixote's neck, and two small tentacles dotted Don Quixote's forehead, and a burst of soul fluctuations was transmitted to Don Quixote's soul

Under a buzzing and irritating sound, Don Quixote observed the world from the perspective of bees for the first time, very strange, first of all, the colors are completely different, the world of bees and the colors of the human world seem to be missing several kinds, but Don Quixote doesn't know which ones for a while, in short, the color is wrong first, and then there is an overwhelming repetition of the picture, Shirley may be familiar with this vision, so she won't feel uncomfortable, but Don Quixote can't, even if he is a lich, Suddenly, he was faced with a large number of similar repetitive images, which couldn't help but make him a little dizzy.

Fortunately, the mage of the ring has a strong soul, so Don Quixote quickly superimposed and organized these images through psionic energy, and finally switched them to the perspective of a human, of course, the colors are still a little weird.

"What is this?" When Don Quixote saw the black snake devouring the bees at lightning speed, and the horizontal shack that was attached to the ground and obviously made a very fine camouflage, he knew that the surname of the matter seemed to have changed, and the black snake was not so much a creature as an elemental creature formed by a spell or other secret art, so the person hidden in the shack must be a powerful fellow.

Although it is a deep mountain and old forest here, there are no particularly precious magical beasts, so he is hiding there, there is only one purpose, naturally it is this war puppet research institute, of course, it is not yet certain which force this person belongs to, of course, maybe it will be known soon, according to Don Quixote's calculations, this guy is waiting for dark, obviously any guy who has no problem with IQ and whose strength has not reached the level of crushing everything, if he wants to explore any secret, he will choose the black sky, This natural concealment will always work so well.

Don Quixote gently rubbed Shirley's head, and a stream of spiritual energy flowed down her head into her soul, obviously, this is the father who is helping his daughter repair his injuries, in fact, whether it is a human or a lich, the soul is extremely important, how serious is the sequelae of such a thing as cutting the soul, Kyle is an example.

Moreover, the soul is very similar to the human body, if our finger is cut through a hole, then the wound will be repaired automatically, but if it is not treated well, it will still leave a scar, but if the finger is cut off, then I'm sorry, if there is no temple of life to treat you, you can only miss that finger forever.

The same goes for the soul, the larger the cut fragment, the bigger the wound left, and it is almost irreparable, unless it is possible to recover that part of the cut soul, just like Kyle at the beginning, Don Quixote used his psionic energy to reintegrate the fragment into the soul, but that also left extremely serious sequelae, such as personality classification or something.

As for Shirley, Don Quixote checked its soul and found that Shirley's soul strength is currently at the level of the mage of the ring, but most of it is asleep, because the juvenile body is not yet able to hold the entire soul, and the loss of fragments is not large, so with Don Quixote's ability and her own resilience, this fragment can still be repaired.

"Da!"

Don Quixote hasn't played someone else's head for a long time, so Shirley became a victim, looking at the teary-eyed Shirley, Don Quixote pinched her little face and said, "This kind of useless, the secret technique with great damage is not allowed to be used by me in the future, do you hear?"

"Oh. ”

"Say, I see. ”

"I see."

"Okay, go back to your room to digest the spiritual energy I gave you just now, and repair my soul by the way"

"Hmm~~" Looking at Shirley's back, Don Quixote shook his head slightly, originally he thought that he had picked up a powerful monster for nothing, but in fact, in addition to being cute, this little guy was left to sell cute.

But then his attention was on the mysterious man, in fact, his instinct told him that eighty percent of the people who dared to come to investigate were related to "Lantes", of course, the remaining two layers may be the gap between other countries, this kind of mutual spying on intelligence, in fact, is also normal.

The night came as scheduled, and many nocturnal creatures in the jungle began to come out to forage for food, of course, this also includes Dilu who has been lying here to recuperate, in fact, when he is on a mission, he can even use his ability to directly excrete urine and feces from the body and bury them in the ground, so from the morning he has been lying here until now, almost motionless, but seeing that the moon has hung high in the middle, he slowly stood up from the shack, and the bones on his body made a creaking sound, Obviously this is the sequelae of not moving for a long time, muscle stiffness, and poor blood flow.

"Whew~" Di Lu took a deep breath, moved his body, and then finally picked up a scarlet spear hanging behind his back, and the whole person jumped slightly, as if jumping into the water, and disappeared without a trace.

Di Lu's ability, if you want to divide it, belongs to the kind of assassin who infiltrates and kills with one hit, although he uses a spear instead of a dagger, so in the face of all kinds of magic arrays that ordinary people may have a headache, he can rely on the black aura that surrounds him to enter the realm of no one.

The magic array, in the final analysis, is only an application of basic elements, and this dense black gas has an extremely powerful caste, that is, simulation, it can make the magic array think that this is a part of it, so it can be like passing through his own back garden for a long time, of course, his ability extension is to break the demon, that is, his spear can directly pierce most of the magic barriers, so if a human mage is accidentally attacked by him, basically, it is difficult to survive.

Wrapped in the thick of black gas, Di Lu walked slowly, silently reciting the perceived magic fluctuations in his heart, "one, two" until he crossed the last magic barrier, he breathed a sigh of relief, and at this time, he really entered the hinterland of this secret base

At this time, there was silence in the base, but the lights were still there, obviously the wealthy Char Empire didn't care about the money burned by the magic crystal lamp, the street lamps were lit up night after night, not to mention a base, so at this time, Di Lu could only get closer little by little along those dark corners, his ability could block most of the perceptions, but he couldn't block the most basic, that is, human eyes, inexplicably, Di Lu felt as if he had returned to the past to steal flour, this strange feeling, He was a little baffled, but he still suppressed the thought and began to spy on the base, after all, it was Xiuyi's order.

However, somewhere in the dark, Don Quixote was holding the Mirror of the Sky in his hand, and through the mirror, Dilu's every move was under his surveillance, "Senior, do you think this strange ability of his is related to your old opponent?" The method of Dilu's previous infiltration has also been clearly seen by the Mirror of the Firmament.

"Naturally," Char Tokai said with a hint of undoubtedness, "but this is not his real ability, but it is a bit like some sideways, it seems that my guess is right, my old opponent is indeed being blackmailed, otherwise with his means, he can use more orthodox methods, it seems that for more than a thousand years, in fact, he has lived much worse than me, haha"

"Won't catching him alarm them?"

"Don't worry, within the shroud of my Haotian Sky Mirror, don't even think about transmitting any information, not even the magic net of the goddess of magic, I still have this confidence. ”

"Then it's troublesome senior," Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, "such a high-level person, I think I can know some special information."

"This is" Looking at the huge war puppet standing in the practice hall, Rao is Dilu was also a little surprised, the merchant's way of thinking told him that if this powerful thing is mass-produced, even after reaching a certain amount, unless it is a mage of the realm, or the knight king himself fights, the advantages brought by the great knight, the mage of the ring are gone, the simplest reason, this thing can be mass-produced, but the mage of the ring is

"Danger!" His keen instinct made him want to dive into the dense black gas, but no matter how fast a person's speed was, it was impossible to exceed the speed of light, so when he sensed the danger, it was too late, and a crystal light fell from the sky to cover Dilu and his surroundings, at this moment, everything in this place had no connection with the outside world, and it was even more domineering than the small world of the Law God.

"Goddess Misra is above," Don Quixote, who was channeling spiritual energy into the Mirror of the Firmament, suddenly had a feeling that this guy was like a high-power pump, and his own middle-level ring mage was still struggling when the Spirit Gathering Array was fully opened, and Char Donghai only used one of the enchantment abilities.

Obviously, Don Quixote's calculation is probably about to fail, relying on artifacts to kill all directions, fly freely or something, after all, his ability determines the strongest spell that Char Donghai can use, otherwise, it will exceed his ability, causing Char Donghai's power fluctuations to leak out, I'm afraid, the only result is that this pair of visitors from the other world was sunburned into dust by the sun god

"Honey, I'll take care of the rest, and I'll do it quickly!" Don Quixote, who had even used up his strength to feed, had no ability to do anything other than stand outside the light curtain, and the darling he was referring to must be Kyle.

Sister Kyle nodded slightly, and didn't talk nonsense, she knew that her husband was overdrawn to maintain this enchantment, and the dragon pattern armor instantly surfaced her body, accompanied by the elemental armor, and directly rushed into the scope of the sky realm, and it was a sword against Di Lu's neck, whether it was dead or alive, because in the enchantment, the soul can exist forever.

"Huh?" Although it was late at night, Xiu Yi was still eating supper in a very emotional way, for example, he was carefully cutting a meat chop, and there was a glass of wine next to him, and suddenly the throbbing in his soul made him squint his eyes slightly, "Buddha, my soul fragment seems to have lost contact with me, and I can't feel its existence anymore." ”

"Do you even need my control to execute yourself?"

"But," Eminem ~ Xiu Yi stuffed the steak into his mouth and chewed it with a squeak, "It seems that it's right, if you can have this ability, eighty percent of you will be that bastard" (To be continued.) )