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"Damn...... Oops!"

Staggering forward, hiding himself in the shadow of a wall. (The fastest update speed is on Aishang Novel Network biquge.info) () Edward couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

He didn't know what kind of mistake he had made...... In his vision, there was not the slightest flow of energy, no colored light, not even a channel of energy, but this feeling hit him like this. The terrible pain made every vein under his scalp pound suddenly. It's like having seven or eight hands dragging the saw in your head at the same time, each pulling horizontally and vertically in its own direction, without stopping.

He was extremely familiar with the impact of the spirit......

Royalty.

Only this thing could impact his soul so fiercely, and that overwhelming feeling brutally crushed him, like a mountain of ten thousand jun, seducing countless screams and howls.

The only difference is that there is no strange heat flow pouring from the wrist, but from the movement of the surrounding magic net.

That's right, a force from the outside. But it resonates with the fragments, and at the same time, it also causes a huge burden on him, the holder.

But why is resonance happening at this time? How does it happen, does it happen intentionally, or does it happen unintentionally?

Without the ability to think, and without the time to curse, the sunlight that fell like water had soaked the Apostle of the Astral Plane, a hundred feet of light!

It's too dangerous,

Pressing his hands his temples on both sides, and with the pain on the outside, slowing the movement on the inside, Edward staggered through any door, over a low wall...... If someone notices it at this time, then I'm afraid the only choice is whether it is braised or steamed.

Fortunately, that twisted personality didn't need him to impose any more control, it was enough to confuse the Astral Apostle. The rising sunlight and the turbulence of magic not far away set off a thunderous explosion. It's enough to keep everyone's attention focused on that side.

The mental pressure made the opening of any door completely inaccurate, originally a distance of several hundred feet. Scaled down to ...... I don't know how far away. When he appeared, the sunlight and roar still seemed to echo nearby, so the psychic warlock panicked, almost like a headless fly, and broke through a door. in view. Trees with wonderful flowers grow in different shapes, and even though it's nighttime, the flowers that haven't yet withered seem to be competing for attention. Mix the scent of incense in the wind.

But the pain was more intense, and the extreme pain almost made people lose the ability to think......

The coercion of that spiritual power is invisible, but it is everywhere, and movement cannot even weaken it in the slightest—and there is no way to dodge it, but to concentrate all the spirits and contend with it.

"Garden?"

Reluctantly, he glanced around. No enemy was found. Edward cautiously stepped over the grass and into the crevice of a stone behind him—he could no longer march, and if it was intact, the Praetorian Guards who had come in a hurry, if not defeated, would not have been able to defeat them. It is also possible to run away without a trace.

But now, he even moved. Exhaust all the potential in your body!

The spiritual power is turning, with all the one qiē. Converge into a small, but sturdy wall. Resist the terrible energy.

Hard.

The power of a ** is like a huge waterfall pouring head-on, and the concentrated perception blurs the passage of time, not knowing the length until it ...... The will is deep and not very clear.

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"Huh, who's ......?"

"Well, yes, only mages wear robes like that, but strangely, aren't the mages gone? why did he pass out here? Go find a priest......

"It seems a little wrong, he doesn't have a badge on his body......"

"What badge?"

"I've heard that mages need to wear badges corresponding to their status, which represents their status and their rights, and each badge is given by the Magic Guild and His Majesty the Emperor himself, if not, there are some places where magic will not know them......"

"Then this person is ......"

"Not necessarily...... Because some powerful mages disdain to wear ......"

"Idiot, it's not disdain, it's that he doesn't have the ability at all, you see, he's still a little ghost at all...... Maybe the mage's apprentice accidentally went the wrong way, last night, because of that strange ......"

......

Is that a human voice?

The mental distraction and concentration make the auditory perception hollow, the terrible feeling of mental overdraft, and the indescribable sleepiness hits the mind like waves. Almost in a daze, the body seemed to float up—or was supported by someone else. It traveled a long distance, and it seemed to be a twisting corridor, or several sections...... Walk through several floors of doors.

In the fog, those conversations resounded, still unreal, and it was difficult to distinguish whether they were far or near......

“...... A mage, it's very interesting, his body is not very weak, on the contrary, it is a little strong, look at it, this is like a swordsman's strength. The wrist also seems to be powerful, and these cocoons seem to be only possible for those who have been holding a long sword for a long time. ”

In this way, this boy looks quite good, but he lacks a trace of temperament. Actually, if it were my choice, I would rather have the knight named Fadon, whose cold feeling would be more interesting...... However, "

...... The vertigo continued, but the hearing seemed to be working.

"Oh, he's still too young to grow up, and quality can be cultivated slowly. And that process is also a very enjoyable thing...... In fact, this kind of green fruit also has a different flavor, but we are not used to enjoying it. ”

"Want to change the taste? However, this child's vegetarian zhì is really good, much stronger than those soft-footed shrimp, and even ...... Hee-hee, I really want to know how much of an effect the potion can exert on his body, do you guess that sixty percent is not too much?"

"That's enough to increase the length by half, do you want a sword that can pierce you?"

"Maybe. It's horizontal. A big monster that can tear you apart with ease...... Hee-hee. ”

"Let's talk about it if he can hold on, although the potion has been proven not to cause harm to the body, but the impact on the head is not something that ordinary people can handle...... Such a little ghost. Maybe you won't need an hourglass and you'll go crazy and die. ”

"Not necessarily, he's not like those guys, he's a mage. Aren't mages very good at enduring pain and illusion?"

The voices kept changing, and there seemed to be a lot of people, at least five or six. But soon, it disappeared into invisibility.

The feeling of intolerance has not gone away. You can feel some coolness. It seems that he is only breathing...... until an ice-cold liquid runs through the mouth. The slight numbing bitterness aroused his alarm.

What is it?

Medicament?

The effects of alchemy potions are ever-changing, more diverse than spells, and it has the advantage of being able to mix the effects of certain spells on a certain degree, if a change mage who is proficient in this way, the curse attached to the potion he concocts is almost more terrible than any poison, or even a contract. And crazy.

Knowledge that comes to mind. It made him feel fear. However, the muscles of the whole body seemed to be out of control, and even the instinctive spitting of the mouthpiece became weak, and he could only let the liquid slide down his throat. The cold liquid swallowed into the body seemed to be somewhat comfortable.

Body. It's hot.

It was like a cold, and I felt a little burning. A little cold.

The flames were just inside the body and began to burn. Edward had no way of knowing if it was the result of the potions that had gone down his throat, or if it was due to the hallucinations of the mysterious and unknowable otherworldly power in his body that were at war with his spirit, and in his daze, he vaguely seemed to hear the sounds of many people walking around him, in addition to the whispers.

“...... A mage apprentice, and so potential, hehe...... It's no wonder that His Majesty's rare expression is so full of interest...... Actually, that's good, it doesn't make life too boring, doesn't it?"

"I didn't even know that His Majesty had such a unique hobby for magicians...... I think we might as well hint a little bit with the Magic Guild and see if we can ......."

Then there are two hands, two hands, as if there were many pairs of palms...... It's all moving around him.

Caressing, kneading, that kind of slenderness and softness, should belong directly to women, but it is still a creepy thing for a person to be brushed by such a number of hands. There is also a viscous liquid that constantly pushes in an important part of the body.

He wanted to move, but he consumed too much mental power, but he didn't let him move.

......

......

Time...... How long has it been?

One minute?

An hourglass?

Or, a day?

When the spirit condensed again, the body seemed to be slightly feverish, and when the effect of self-hypnosis weakened, all the sensations in the body flowed back—as if they had been burned in flames, not very painful, but it was hot from the inside out, and the air inhaled into the mouth could not feel the slightest coolness, the terrible heat, and the intense itching and swelling pain on the body. It makes people want to tear the skin apart to relieve it a little.

Edward greedily gulped down the cool air into his lungs. However, the flames in his body seemed to burn more vigorously. What made him feel uncomfortable was that all the wounds on his body at this moment had a truly unbearable itching feeling.

The spiritual coercion seemed to dissipate.

It took him some time to barely make his two visions overlap.

On the snow-white ceiling dome, a set of crystal chandeliers hang in a crystal clear, and are decorated with a variety of colorful gemstones and pearls, which is particularly rich. Under the crystal chandelier, each chair is made of precious mahogany that exudes a quaint aroma and is carved with a variety of exquisite patterns...... At first glance, it is filled with the glitz of the nouveau riche, and even the air seems to be sprinkled with gold dust, and the extravagance is almost suffocating.

Or is the cause of suffocation the muscles of the whole body extremely tired and difficult to exert force?

Even the action of deflecting his head made him expend a lot of energy, and his tongue was already numb, and the sound coming out of his mouth could only become a subtle ah-ah sound, but it could not be connected into a sentence at all. Luckily, the mind sank. It wasn't the after-effects of the aftermath - it was as if a strange metal object had been tied around his forehead on the top of his head. It's like a very thick headband, as for the effect...... He narrowed his eyes slightly, and found something strange about his spirit, whenever he tried to gather his spirit. Some wonderful disturbances will come from there, making all the shaping of the magic web extremely messy and meaningless.

"Nima ......"

Stick out your tongue. Trying to moisten his parched lips, but finding that not even a drop of saliva could be released, Edward let out a slurred curse.

Solving his mind, he was reminded of the strange rumors, for example, what to do with a spellcaster.

He now had a glove on his hand—apparently something special, and it seemed to have some extremely sharp needle in it. Although the fingers can be slightly bent, if you try to perform magic with gestures, then the movement is slightly larger. The steel needles in the cotton swabs would stab his fingers hard. Even for the most determined people, the slightest distraction caused by a sharp pain in their fingers was enough to make the magic fail.

It's a very difficult time to imprison a spellcaster, even if it's just an ordinary mage apprentice, it doesn't make sense for them to tie their hands and feet, because a small cloud of acid rot is summoned to dissolve the rope. It's no fuss at all. As their abilities grow, silence and instantaneous magic will make restraints such as gagging useless.

And these things on my body. Apparently to lock down a mage, no. It is made by any spellcaster.

So, should you be surprised, or take it for granted? robes, weapons, belts, boots, spiritual foreheads...... Space bag. All over his body, everything was gone, the cool air swept across his chest and abdomen, between his legs, making his skin a little tight, he raised his head slightly, noticed the skin and the dull color, and knew that he was not even wearing a wisp of ......

"It's so ruthless, it's not human yet. ”

The hands are separated, and a slender metal chain fastens it to a sturdy ring, which can only be moved slightly, although the slight magic luster on it is not strong, but the material of the enchanted item is usually enhanced by the rules of magic, so even if it is just a simple magic item, it is several times more flexible than steel, and it is not something that human limbs can break lightly.

Although the body blocks the view, so do the feet. Even there is a flexible belt around the waist, and although it is not completely incapacitated, it is not easy to break free.

All right

He turned his head slightly, and noticed that he seemed to be lying in a very special place, a very luxurious bed, the sheets were woven with a silky animal silk thread, soft and comfortable, only with a strong fragrance of roses,

It seems to be a space of great opulence—the sunlight falls from the gauzy window lattices onto the smooth floor tiles, turning into clusters of misty and distracting light and shadow, which appear to be colorful. The floors are paved with intricate, elegant and noble patterns, while the walls are surrounded by gold-embroidered curtains, each of which is extremely delicate and delicately embroidered with lifelike portraits and flora and fauna, most of which are made of expensive silk fabrics.

Most of the pain is concentrated somewhere between the legs.

Edward shook his head. A terrible thought inevitably rose in my heart - whether it was the one who caught himself while he was in chaos

There was a regular sound of footsteps. It made his heart cold.

Contrary to the simple notions of the freedmen, Taiwan seems to have never attached much importance to the nobility of the aristocracy, at least not to the so-called honor of their own side, although they are happy to maintain loyalty to their families and lovers on the surface, but often have many lovers in private. It's already an open secret across the continent. The daughters of the great nobles had no right to choose their partners, their marriages had always been a tool of politics, and the only way they could meet their lovers was through lovers.

Of course, when the family becomes large, the members bred in it will produce many abnormalities, and those gifted nobles usually have such and such ulterior 'little habits'.

Are you accustomed to reaching the peak of joy with your friends in the big bed, or can you not feel at ease without smelling blood? Only an innocent and immaculate beautiful girl can awaken the good memories in her heart? Or do you have a special admiration for your relatives? Or do you like the kind of friendship between men, which is so sincere that you want the overlord to bow hard?

Oh, and that's nothing out of the ordinary for a qualified 'elegant aristocrat'.

Moreover, since the gods created women to stand on the earth with men, they naturally gave them equal rights and personalities. 、

This is the precious freedom and equality......

Edward shook his head.

Fortunately, it wasn't a five-foot-and-a-half-foot, half-footed, or big-footed man who appeared behind the door. It's not a zombie that's already dried

Although a black leather blindfold obscured the small half of her face, in fact, a little imagination was enough to outline that face, and when she approached the room:

"Sad, poor boy?"

The voice is soft, very charming, and there is no need to be afraid...... I'll take good care of you.

The last sentence was said slowly, and the circle was rolled together, and the five-foot-long whip unfolded, and there was a loud, sharp sound in the air. (To be continued......)

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