"The Chronicles of the Dark Lord of Light, The Death of the Thirsty, The Confession of the Mad Monk Cleitanus—The Banshee Amelia..."

Georgia looked at the list of books given by Melina, and held her head in her hands in pain:

"Six obscure anthologies, three double plus obscure poetry collections, and one otherworldly book, or a translation of the mad Khalksa banshee Amelia, who calls herself a poet...... Do you know how hard it is to read the anthologies she writes? ”

As she spoke, she peeked at Miss Melina, who had to squeeze in with her, even though there was still a vacant seat in the car.

Mr. Mo's car is a dragon turtle car used to transport goods, and it can also seat people, but the two rows are seated. The space is relatively small, and sitting with her, from time to time you can feel the soft touch that comes from the winter clothes, and there is not much rich, but it has been gently sultry sweet and greasy, and the delicate snow skin is also its characteristic, and it is that the woman's self is attracted to the eyes and hopes to reach out and touch it to see if it is really as cool as a snowflake and easy to melt.

Noticing her gaze, Miss Melina's left hand holding the umbrella tightened a little, and leaned over a little more affectionately, and the black lipstick looked even more supple.

Miss Melina's lips closed slowly and instinctively as she breathed, like a cat sensing the heat.

"Amelia, the banshee of Khalksa, is a little crazy, but the anthologies, poems, and translations of the otherworldly books she wrote in those obscure languages are the keys to magic."

The body wrapped in the black gauze skirt leaned against him, and even the words of the other party were a little unimportant.

Georgia controlled her mind and tried her best to think about magical things, but she inevitably thought of the girl in the black gauze dress next to her.

After Miss Melina provided a list of books after the practice, she became a lot more clingy? No, no, no, I use the word 'clingy' and I really have no sense of boundaries, should I say passionate? That's right, passion.

Georgia felt the softness of the shell around her, trembling a little all over, extracting the key words from the fragmented thoughts, and then saying the key words:

"Keys?"

"Sleep produces a magic factor, and the factor produced by sleep can be a secondary criterion factor. In other words, by reading these anthologies and poems, your dream tendencies will change, deeply. It may be that you haven't dreamed all night, but the act of 'sleeping' has been achieved, and the factor has been produced. The reading that produces this effect, we all call it the key. ”

Melina would prefer to explain with the key to the quest and the sweeper.

In this world, [behavior] is sometimes more important than [result], for example, a person can cut wood, and in the process of logging, you can obtain [Logging Factor], and through the [Logging Factor] to perform magic rituals, you can finally obtain output such as wood...... See, the act of logging has appeared, so there is a factor. But even if the wood is not cut down for processing, the finished wood can be obtained.

That's the act in magic.

Reading texts is such an act, because you read the poems of the Khalksa poets, so your sleep produces the Khalksa poet's sleep factor, which opens the door to a dream based on a variable, and takes out some factors from it, which are hoarded next to the sleeping place.

It can be said that it is a copy of a random sweep.

The output is completely random.

The influencing variable is the so-called "enthusiasm factor", which is also only produced when reading some books.

Both good and bad...... A good book will create an incredibly enthusiastic desire to read, and this desire will be transformed into factor...... Bad books will make people have a desire to chase after the spray, and even extend to the author, and this desire will also be transformed into the [enthusiasm factor]. Miss Ma Lin, an elf writer in Liangpu Town, is a stable [enthusiasm factor] generation point, the more key politics, the more demonic, the more enthusiastic, the main thing is a love!

"At present, the anthologies on the market that can produce factors generally follow four routes, the bad to the extreme, the good ones make people cry, the popular popular novels and the obscure occult anthologies, Miss Marin belongs to the second type..."

"Is she that good?" Georgia blurted out.

Melina smiled and licked her lower lip:

"You have a good relationship with her, it seems?"

"Ahhh She was annoyed. Georgia puffed out her face, "If we weren't all weeping Peninsula people, I would have killed her a long time ago...... Hmm, are you feeling a little cold? ”

"Nope." Melina's fingers gently rubbed the handle of the umbrella, and her golden eyes were a little bewitching crimson.

Then Miss Georgia felt Melina next to her seem to be closer.

Unexpected clingy... No, it's enthusiasm!

…

Halfway through the dragon turtle cart, Mr. Mo and his two nezumi friends let out a scream.

"Dragon Attack, Dragon Attack!"

Then came a very exaggerated tail flick of the dragon turtle cart, Georgia was thrown off, Melina balanced with the tip of the umbrella, kicked open the window when her body overturned, and the whole person slid out as deftly as a deep-sea squid floating in the ocean.

"Magic [appeases the beast]."

Melina chose the magic of the Female Craftsman's Principles, which are the principles of creation and maternal love, mostly the magic of softness and creation. After settling down the dragon turtle of the dragon turtle car, there was a banging sound of gunfire around him, and the two rat men took out their pistols and fought back at the attacking dragon in a simple manner, and Mr. Mo tightened the control of the car, he scolded: "The wheel has an accident, I have a spare one, but..."

"I'll hold you back."

Melina jumped out of the tortoise cart.

That's when she saw the enemy's form.

It was a swamp dragon that had completely crossed the swamp dragon species. The silver-white collar has sharp barbs, the outside of the claws grows bright silver bone blades like scimitars, and the tail also grows a large number of dragon bone spurs, like a human killing weapon. The most terrifying thing was its head, the horns of the dragon were even thicker, and the small yellow dragon eyes hid cunning and cruelty.

"Roar!" It roared at the sky, and the humidity of the air around it suddenly became heavier.

Melina frowned slightly.

This is a real sense of touch, not an illusion of a magical factor alteration.

"According to the living environment of the swamp dragon, and the illusion of the magic factor has been improved more and more, so the directional optimization has evolved? It's an annoying glorious seed. ”

Dragon's blood genes are superior to humans.

Because dragon blood in the case of essence, it can guarantee 'benign evolution', that is, what abilities they need will evolve, and there is no situation where the evolved abilities are chicken. The silver-white swamp dragon of the glorious seed in front of him has evolved the magical power to master moisture in the true sense, and this power seems to have the ability to steal medicinal properties.

The power of the medicine bottle hanging from Melina's belt was constantly disappearing.

If an ordinary explorer were faced with this kind of radiant seed, they would not be able to find out that this potion had been stolen, and if they wanted to drink the medicine during the battle, they would undoubtedly be trapped.

Melina was able to detect it because her magic factor was stronger than that of the Radiant Swamp Dragon.

Dragons have the same keen sense of smell for magical factors as banshees.

The silver-white swamp dragon stared at her, pacing dangerously slowly.

The humidity in the air deepened, and Melina's vision fell into a thick fog.

"Here we are."

She waved her arms and fired a volley into the air in front of her, then leaped forward and fired fiercely at her back.

The sound of bullets hitting flesh was heard in tandem with the low roar of dragons wounded.

By crafting a fog, then placing a companion camouflage attack directly in front of him, and sneaking around his own back, the swamp dragon's tactical evolution has reached this level.

And when Melina noticed the yellow scales flashing in the thick fog, she felt bad in her heart.

Hurriedly jumped.

The silver-white swamp dragon burst out of the ground, its claws nearly scratching Melina's ankle. The sneak attack from behind was also a feint, and this silver-white monster had sensed that the strength of the banshee explorer in front of him might be completely different from any dragon it had fought before, stronger and more terrifying, so it had set up this trap.

But in its perspective, the strategy of sneak attack has been completed, but it is simply flashed by the reaction of the opponent's body.

The cunning and cruel dragon-like beast eyes carried a very human emotion of disappointment.

Look at it.

Melina's eyes were calm, and she waved her hand.

"Magic [breeding earth, mortals of love]."

It is also the magic of the female craftsman's code, so that the soil is kept with love, and Superman is transformed into an emotional mortal. Under the effect of magic, the soil turned into thousands of threads covering the silver swamp dragon, and these silk threads were as fragile as the feelings of the same people, and many were just like human emotions, and thousands of strands stumbled the movement of the swamp dragon.

Melina opened her parasol in the air, floating gracefully, the muzzles of the muskets around her were aimed at the ground, and the magic factor on her body instantly boiled!

In order to get the most power, and the skill of incorporating magic into the musket [Five Shots].

She sang aloud:

"Look directly at my love, let it spill with joy, let love rain down!"

Magic [I love like blood].

The magic of the dancer's code symbolizes passion and venting; The secondary criterion of union and cruelty symbolizes the dominance and risk of love. Combining the two, the magic of the incarnation will refine thousands of magic factors into a single blow that changes the terrain. Each wisp of magic will cause a chain of ten to twenty small explosions. The prototype is a hundred wisps of rain falling, and Melina transforms it into a five-hit combo.

Fifty magic factor bullets created by the Void were instantly sprinkled on the ground.

The chain explosion caused a noticeable tremor in the nearby plots.

Dirt, plants, blood, scales splattered, and the roar of a silvery-white marsh dragon.

Wounded.

If there is a human below, even if it is a level 10 explorer, Melina's blow may directly kill it, but if there is a dragon below, even a swamp dragon will not necessarily be erased by this magic bombardment. Only a weak, ineffective dragon like the Howling Wind Dragon will have no resistance.

As a result, Melina was satisfied.

In particular, the technique of five consecutive rounds is originally a void bomb, and there is no need to consume the bullets in the magazine...

The silver-white swamp dragon was indeed in a mess, its scales were broken in many places, and the special bone organ behind it that was used to control the magic factor also had cracks. Hurt. It roared, opened a big dragon kiss, and an instinctively terrifying magical factor force gathered in it.

"Dragon's Breath..."

Melina reached out and gently pressed the sigil on her waist, she had already prepared two sigils.

The [Flying Devil] of the madman's criterion is used to provide mobility in the air, and the advantage is that it can fly, and it is cheap.

The star criterion of [too young and too stupid] is used to flash. The advantage is that it can be flashed, but the disadvantage is that it can't save stupid and young love with flashing, and it's very expensive.

Both can play tricks on this dragon's breath.

When Melina was waiting for the battle, a cunning look flashed in the silver-white swamp dragon's eyes, and with a flick of her head, the bright silver dragon's breath sprayed towards the dragon turtle cart that was being repaired.

“…”

Melina puffed out her face and reached out to pat the sigil on her waist [too young and stupid].