Bang——!

The strange wand touched the ground lightly, and a crisp sound like a copper bell sounded, and the girl's soul slowly moved in the light of the Imperial Stone, and came to the front of the Dimu Li.

Under the guidance of the power of the Imperial Stone, the girl's soul slowly merged with the incompletely resurrected body.

Knock ——!

A strong and powerful heartbeat suddenly sounded, although it was very weak, but it could not escape the senses of the shadow moon, which also represented the complete resurrection of the Dimu calendar.

But it wasn't over yet, the cyan magic array was even brighter, and bursts of long-term singing voices emerged, as if people in ancient times sacrificed to all things in heaven and earth.

In the next second, a rose-colored glow emerged from Dimu Li's chest, and a pink magic stone slowly rose, and then fell into his hand under the guidance of Shadow Moon.

"That's it."

Nobuhiko said so, and then lifted the transformation.

And Di Mu Song walked towards Di Mu Li non-stop, just a few meters away, but he stumbled several times, as if he was about to fall, at this moment, he is not a mysterious white magician, nor is he the leader of the illusion sage, just an ordinary father.

Coming to his daughter, looking at the familiar face, he trembled and stretched out his right hand, as if he wanted to touch the other party, but he cowered and didn't dare to act, he was afraid that this was a dream, and he would wake up if he touched it rashly.

But fortunately, Di Mu Li responded to him - the resurrected girl opened her eyes in confusion and looked around subconsciously, and when she saw Di Mu Yue, the slightly immature face showed a happy and puzzled smile:

"Daddy, you've got wrinkles."

"Calendar!"

Dimu Song wept with joy, could no longer control himself, hugged his daughter tightly in his arms, tears of joy flowed down his face one by one.

This touching scene made Cao Zhenqing people infected, and subconsciously turned their faces away and didn't look at the touching reunion of the father and daughter.

I didn't expect Li to be the daughter of a white magician, what is going on?

In addition to being moved, doubts also jumped into his heart, but this doubt was quickly left behind him, no matter what, it is an almost impossible miracle that the two people separated by yin and yang can meet again.

However, Cao Zhenqing's heart suddenly showed a sense of emptiness - since Li has been resurrected, he should live with his father, but what is this feeling·······

Even he didn't notice that in just a few months, the girl Dimuli had left an extremely deep impression on his heart.

The touching reunion lasted for several minutes, and then he restrained his emotions, sent his daughter back to the room, turned his head and bowed gratefully to Nobuhiko:

"Thank you very much! Thank you very much! ”

"It's just a deal, you're welcome."

"I know, but I still have to thank you, otherwise, I don't know how long it will take to reunite with her, don't worry, I'll give you what you need right away, please wait a while."

"Well, but before I do that, there's something I want to warn you about."

Nobuhiko looked at the flute and felt a little emotion in his heart.

To be honest, the father-daughter relationship between Dimuli and Dimuli is touching, but its behavior is too cruel, I just don't know how the plot of Wizard will develop when Dimuli is resurrected before TV.

"Cherish the time you live with her, everything you do will eventually come back to you."

After thinking for a while, Nobuhiko said something like this.

Hearing this, Di Mu Song's face changed, and it was obvious that he also realized what the other party was referring to.

And their conversation was also heard by the Cao Zhenqing people next to him, and the fourteenth main rider of Heisei looked at the flute in confusion.

"I know that for the sake of my daughter, I will not fall so easily."

Taking a deep breath, Dimu said to Nobuhiko seriously.

"I hope so, goodbye, the corresponding things, just send me to Tianzhichuan, the location is still the old place."

After saying this, Nobuhiko's figure gradually became illusory and disappeared in place.

Seeing the direction of his departure, Fugi Yu's face changed for a moment, and it was clear that Nobuhiko's words pierced his heart - he didn't care about the revenge of illusions or magicians, his own strength was unfathomable, but- he was afraid to let his daughter know, he was afraid that his daughter would know that her father was a demon who had killed countless people.

"White Mage, what the hell is going on?"

At this moment, the Zhenqing on the side couldn't hold back any longer, and stepped forward to ask, he felt as if he was wrapped in a huge mystery.

But it is clear that Di Mu Song did not intend to explain to him:

"It's not something you should know, the real sunny people, the calendar has been resurrected, so go back."

Anyway, without giving Zhenqing time to react, he activated the teleportation magic

Teleport

The magic array appeared, teleporting Cao Zhenqing back to the Shadow Hall, and Di Mu Song couldn't wait to walk towards the room, the worries were put behind him for the time being, what he wanted to do now was just to enjoy this hard-won father-daughter relationship.

However, when he first stepped into the living room, the scene in front of him froze him-

- "Dad, what is this?" There's always a bad feeling······"

Di Muli pointed to the huge parchment in the living room and said in a somewhat solemn tone.

It was a piece of parchment that recorded the rituals of the Feast, and there were strange words on it that belonged only to magicians.

“······ Does it have anything to do with the Demon Feast? ”

Perhaps it was because of the relationship between the Demon Banquet and the Demon Banquet, Di Muli instinctively said the name.

Hearing this, Di Mu Yue's eyes shrank, but then forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart and said calmly:

"Nothing, just an ordinary magic experiment."

As he spoke, he reached out and took off the parchment, and a smile appeared on his face:

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Dad, are you hiding something from me?"

"That's not what you need to think about, what you have to do is live every day in the future and live up to your hard-won second life, understand?"

“········ Well. ”

Face Shadow Hall, the Cao Zhenqing who was forcibly teleported back here looked around, his eyes were anxious, he wanted to do something, but he couldn't do anything.

Now he doesn't even have the basic four-element form, and his strength can't even catch up with the original TV at the beginning, and it's even more impossible to confront Dimu Song.

"Don't worry, it's useless if you're in a hurry now."

"Huh?"

Cao Zhenqingren turned his head to look, but found that Nobuhiko, who had left before, appeared in the Shadow Hall at some point, and his leisurely posture seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Introduce yourself, Moon Shadow Nobuhiko, you're an amateur mage."

"Is it amateur to be able to resurrect the dead?"

Cao Zhenqing subconsciously complained, and then asked about the matter:

"Can you tell me, what the hell is going on? What kind of secret is hidden between the white magician and the calendar? ”

“······· The magic banquet was held by Di Mu Song, and the purpose was to serve the dead daughter Di Mu Li. ”

"What?!"

Zhenqingren subconsciously took a few steps back and leaned back in his chair suddenly.

In his mind, that desperate scene resurfaced—the sun was obscured by the strange purple light, and the people around him roared in the red light like hell, and their bodies were shattered layer by layer, turning into one demon after another.

It was a terrible sight.

“········ How is this possible? ”

"Believe it or not, it's an undeniable fact, you can ask him when you have the chance, but give a suggestion, you also need enough strength to find out the truth, and when you get your own magic, you will have the strength to face him directly."

"Your own magic?"

"Well, the specific process is too mysterious, you can ask the dragon in your body."

As he spoke, Nobuhiko took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket—after leaving his body, the magic stone automatically turned into a pink ring.

"At the beginning, the Dimu calendar was not completely resurrected, but only survived as a puppet, but her heart was pinned on this stone, and now, the soul and heart have been perfectly integrated, and she is also the Dimu calendar you know."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of talking about it, I'll use this ring first, goodbye."

As he spoke, Nobuhiko waved his hand, and the cyan light reappeared, and his body disappeared from the shadow hall.

Only the solemn face of the Zhenqing was left.

ps:The plot of the wizard won't be too involved.,It's been a complete mess anyway.,Maybe write a side story if you have a chance.。

Also, as an aside, the actor of Dimuli was nineteen years old at the time, and the actor of Medusa was seventeen years old at the time······ It can only be said that the former is too young? When I watched the drama, I always thought that Dimu Li was what a junior high school student looked like·······

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