Another magister took out two pages of information and sent them to Su Hailun. The legendary mage glanced at it and jumped up: "He has improved the fireball technique, let me see what has been improved....... there are seven improvements in total! It's really good, he can cast a third-level fireball at the first level, even I was ...... back then."

The legendary mage coughed suddenly, and then continued: "When I became a first-level magician, I could just cast four or five fireball spells casually. But the little guy is a genius, he's still a constructor, and he's got Akmund's blood! hehe, hehe, haha!"

Su Hailun looked at the two pages in her hand repeatedly, and it seemed that she couldn't get enough of it, and finally couldn't help laughing. In the midst of a loud laugh, the legendary mage said to the gray dwarf, "Well, adjust the budget for little Richard this month, well, increase it under my joy......"

Before the specific number could be said, the gray dwarf, who was familiar with the temper of His Royal Highness the Legendary Mage, immediately reminded loudly: "Your Highness, your mood seems to be too happy now!"

The legendary mage who understood it couldn't stop laughing, but decided to put the timing of the budget adjustment back on the back burner.

At this moment, the future Saint Constructor was unaware of what had happened. Little Richard was standing naked in the bathroom, pouring a basin of cold water on his head. The magic heating in the living area has long been turned off by him, and this system is comfortable and can maintain a constant temperature all year round, but the cost of running it for a month is 1000 gold coins. And this pot of water with ice flowers was poured on his body, so that every muscle of Richard couldn't help but twitch. But only in this way can the boiling blood that is constantly surging in his body be extinguished.

From the hand-to-hand fight with Papin before the duel to the heart-shaking feet in the dueling ring, Richard now had no idea why he had acted so madly. Was it because of Papan's insult to his mother? But certainly not all of it. The moment he grabbed Papan's head and threw him to the ground, and the second fireball he was about to shoot in the dueling arena, were all actions that could kill him. Richard, who still had the simple nature of a mountain boy, still believed that although Papin had to be punished, he was far from killing him. But at that time, the insulted Richard only felt a stream of scorching blood rush over his head, and his whole body felt as if it had fallen into a furnace. The Papan in his eyes became extremely hateful, and even Li could not dilute the hatred in his chest even when he was torn apart! So smashing Papan's face on the ground was only the beginning. And in the dueling arena, Richard would rather overdraw his magic power and set Papin on fire on the spot. The second fireball would definitely make Papan, who no longer had any magical defense, transform into a torch, and die in great pain.

Overdrawing mana is a big taboo for magicians, depending on how much overdraft mana is, it will slow down the recovery of mana, and the time will vary from one month to several years, and strict zhòng will make the magician's mana downgrade, and even die directly. It was a heavy price, but Richard was willing to pay any price, only to kill Papin. But even killing Papin a hundred times was not enough to pour out the anger in Richard Jr.'s heart at that time.

After the duel, Richard was groggy and barely knew how he had returned to his quarters. He only vaguely felt that the people around him had suddenly increased, and that the anxiety and concern for him were many times greater than before.

When Richard woke up again, it was already the third day after the duel.

The aftermath of the boiling blood was still there, and Richard still couldn't help but have some thoughts of going to trouble Papin again. Little Richard immediately realized that his condition was indeed abnormal, his temper became unusually irritable, and he would rush to kill from the depths of his heart, and even some could not control his actions. Until now, he wanted to smash something so that he could quietly vent the anger in his heart.

Wow! Another basin of cold water poured on the head!

In this weather, although Richard's body was far stronger than that of the average teenager, he was also shivering from the cold, and his face was pale. But at the beginning of the cold, Richard felt those scorching blood veins stirring again, and this time it also brought a faint resonance of the magic in his body. Richard gritted his teeth, grabbed the bucket again with his already stiff hand, took a bucket full of water, and then shoveled a shovel of crushed ice and poured it into the bucket. Such a simple movement is very difficult to do, because most of the joints are stiff, and there is no feeling in the fingers at all.

Just as Richard struggled to lift the barrel, a crisp and sweet voice suddenly came from behind him: "Hey, is anyone in there?

This fright came so suddenly that Richard's mind went blank, just like when he was a child in the mountains and forests, he was quietly put on his neck from behind by a wolf. The instincts he had developed in the mountains caused him to immediately throw down the barrel and barely pounce backwards, trying to engage in a desperate hand-to-hand fight with the attacker. As soon as he turned around, Richard saw a young girl standing at the door of the shower, looking inside. Richard recognized that this was the girl who had been sending him bills, but he couldn't control his stiff body, and pounced on the girl, throwing her to the ground.

Richard already looks similar to a teenager in the fourteenth or fifteenth century, and about the same height as a girl. The girl was pressed underneath and immediately screamed in pain.

Somehow, Richard's always clear mind was now a little groggy, and what he could normally think about in a split second now took a long time to understand. His body temperature had dropped very low, but the deep boiling blood was still restless. And the girl's clothes under her are very light, and the dark blue magic robe has the function of keeping warm, so you don't need too many clothes even in winter, so you can clearly feel the shape of the girl's body and the fiery body temperature through the soft fabric. The collision between the cold skin and the girl's fiery body temporarily raised little Richard's senses to an unprecedented acuity. The girl's body is both soft and elastic, and it is full of youthful atmosphere. Richard suddenly had a strange sensation, as if a part of his body was waking up. And those boiling hot blood seemed to have found their target and rushed down in unison. However, the blood veins leading to the awakening part did not seem to be very smooth, and the effect of the previous vats of ice water was still there, and after the boiling blood advanced for a short distance, the progress became slow.

"How are you?, how did you get in?" asked Richard, trying to maintain limited sobriety.

"I'm in charge of delivering you food right now. But you've been asleep, I've been here twice, how do you know you're suddenly gone...... Alas!" said the girl innocently, she was knocked over and overwhelmed by Richard, and she was dizzy from the fall, and now she began to suffer severe pain. Although she is already an official second-level magician, a magician does not have a strong ** like a warrior. Most magicians are not physically much stronger than the average person.

Only then did Richard remember that he had pressed the girl underneath, so he wanted to get up apologetically, but the cold and stiff joints did not make him happy, and as soon as he lifted half of his body, he pounced on the girl again, and he struggled a few more times, as if he was deliberately rubbing on the girl's body. After all, Richard was not a warrior, and the effectiveness of those buckets of ice water was not so easy to pass.

was brutally grinded, and a layer of blush suddenly flew on the girl's face, and she subconsciously reached out to push Richard away. But when she touched Richard's young but hard body, she suddenly changed her mind, changed her push to hug, and her body writhed under Richard, like a cat that refused to settle down after being held down. Her eyes were half-closed, her body kept standing up, and she rubbed Richard's slightly shaped chest muscles with a soft **. Still wafting out of her throat, but not only in pain, but also in a bit of confusion and wheezing.

Richard was very strange about the girl's reaction, she obviously wanted to help him stand up at first, how did it suddenly become an obstacle? But the girl's reaction made him have another strange germination, and it was the first time in his eleven years of life that he had such a strange feeling of heartbeat. Suddenly, Richard actually felt that it was good to press her like this, and he didn't want to get up a little. And the softness I feel on my chest is the girl's **, it's really comfortable. If only it were bigger......

This is not a cranky idea, but it is supported by a good number of jùs. Richard obtained almost all the numbers of the girl's body, and the gift of precision and intelligence played at the same moment at the same time, and even constructed an equation to describe the changes in some important curves. Once again, the numbers made Richard feel beautiful, but unfortunately they were out of place. After a layer of numbers and formulas, the impact of the germination sensation was immediately reduced by more than half. However, compared to other women in memory, the size of the girl is indeed not an advantage.

Age is also an important variable that affects key numbers. Once again, the two talents worked together to correct Richard's erroneous view.

Right here, one of the girl's elastic legs suddenly poked out from the hem of the magic robe, inserted it into Richard**, and then lifted it up, squeezing until it couldn't go any deeper!

In an instant, little Richard's eyes were full of flying numbers, and there was no connection with each other.

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