Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 547
"So you really prepared a tea party?" Zhiyan grumbled as he watched the warm steam rippling from the dragon's teacup, "Can you stop being so formalistic?"

Under an old tree with a slightly bald crown, a round table made of white bones appeared under the snap of a dragon's finger. Lyle boiled tea in an earthen pot and poured it into his own porcelain cup. Naslan's ghost maid would always go to In his leather pouch was a pair of cups.Zhiyan sat on the bone chair kindly provided by the giant dragon, and turned his attention to the seat made of blood and bones under Lyle.

"The plague doctor is really just your student? Dragon, his spiritualism doesn't seem to be weaker than yours."

"An apprentice who can surpass his mentor is always something I am proud of. When I teach him Bone Fighting, I should be able to retire from the head professor." The dragon shook his head excitedly, as if he had seen the future. "By the way, let me introduce you to my student again. Andrea's youngest member of the Salvation Society, Mr. Plague Doctor. He is one of the monsters that made Andrey develop beyond your expectations."

"This tea party is just a surprise. How long has it been since you had tea, Zhiyan?"

"After my death." Zhiyan seemed to be in high spirits. He leaned on the back of the chair and put his hands flat on the table. "Show me your magic, Mr. Epidemic Doctor."

Lyle took off the beak mask, and in the middle of the night, there was a small smug smile on his young face.

"I'll 'decorate' you a little bit, Mr. Zhiyan, and that will make you shine."

Facing this flesh and blood face, Zhiyan, who pretended to be mature, suppressed his surprise and desire to lie, "I really look forward to it, epidemic doctor...fuck!"

The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and a mass of flesh and blood camouflaged like a predator sprang out of the darkness and fell on Zhiyan's face, interrupting his composure.As expected, the giant dragon moved Zhiyan's teacup away from his dance, took off the faucet cover, and picked up his own teacup to drink tea.

"Small hands and feet, old friend, that will reduce the adaptation time of flesh and blood camouflage."

It was late at night, and in the darkness, a terrifying cocoon was wriggling in place, while two weirdos were sitting beside them drinking tea as if nothing had happened, and the dragon felt that the brightness was not enough, so he summoned a group of his own clones to stand beside him, using The cold soul flames in their eyes acted as lighting tools, and the scene was indescribably weird.

"Do you want a drink too... Teachers..." Lyle couldn't bear the sight of the dragon clone staring at him.

"One cup is enough, my student, our perceptions are synchronized." More than a dozen mouths said the same words, which were very leaking.

Such a scene lasted for several hours, Lyle felt strange, the time for the flesh and blood disguise to adapt to the original appearance of the lich should not exceed an hour, unless Mr. Zhiyan looks very different.

Lyle was a little nervous, but the move to do it was stopped by the dragon.The bone master, the old god, was sitting on the side, with a resolute warrior's Chinese character face calm.

"It's normal, just wait."

It wasn't until dawn, when the sun gradually lit up the darkness, that the flesh and blood flowing on the surface of Zhiyan slowly became tighter. From blood, muscles to the last skin, a dead person was resurrected.

The sun crossed the horizon and poured his love on this man. He stretched out his fingers, picked up the already cold teacup, and drank it in one gulp.

"tasty."

The bland temperament like an ancient scroll has not changed in the slightest, but Lyle can no longer maintain a normal heart like he did at the beginning.

"Fuck..."

A little exclamation made Zhiyan smile triumphantly. He lifted up his regrown long hair, bathed in the sun, and showed his...disaster to the country to his heart's content.

Lyle understood why it took so much time to disguise himself with flesh and blood. He never thought that after being bombarded by the three Naslan sisters, he would still be admired for his appearance, and it was a man's appearance.

This scene is only a gift from God.That handsome face turned into a kind of mental shock, which is hard to forget.

Zhiyan, only face, only face is enough, MD.

Mr. Dragon patted Lyle on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

"When I saw his face for the first time, your performance is already very good, plague doctor. When I saw him for the first time, I thought he was some kind of elf who was proficient in illusion. But he is a waste with only a face."

"Flesh and skin, pink and dry bones. Don't you think my wisdom is more charming? I'm a lich, and I still care so much about appearance, superficial." Mr. Zhiyan who commented like this did not expect that the corners of his mouth were raised high, flesh and blood The emotional impulse brought about by the disguise was also affecting him quietly.

Resisting the urge to punch him, Lyall smiled wryly.

"Mr. Zhiyan, you can't ignore your face at all."

Zhi Yan showed a puzzled expression.

"Plague doctor, have you seen Mr. Law at Andry College?"

"Mr. Law, yes, I am very familiar with him."

"Then why are you so surprised? Law's guy has the same face as me, he is my twin brother."

Um?There are actually two such monsters in the world?
Mr. Law...Lyle thought of Andrei, the executor who was wearing an iron mask and iron gloves at that moment, completely...not at all thinking of Zhiyan.Mr. Law also has such a face.

Zhi Yan seemed to have thought of it.

"Couldn't my brother wear that mask until he died? How is that guy doing now? Is he still being led around by a reporter from the literary club?"

"I'm doing well, but there is another Mr. Paranoia and Mr. Gentleman in the Literature Club, and I can hear Mr. Law's energetic roar every day."

Lyle added a cup of tea, and the three continued to exchange some trivial matters, mainly about Zhiyan's face.

"Teacher Julong has seen Zhiyan's face before? Did you know each other before your death?"

"I knew him before I was alive, he has the posture of a lich." Zhiyan said so.

There was also a somewhat nostalgic expression on the dragon's face.

"At that time, I was just a lich who had just joined Andrei, and I was also a spiritual apprentice. I was searching the world for deformed bone materials, and then I saw the rock holding in a small tomb. Human period He was called Alves at the time, Alves of Bent."

Seeing this, Zhi Yan began to introduce his distant past.

"Alves and Artus, this is the real name of Law and I. We have been handsome since we were young, and even interviews can make people lose their minds. Our parents are ordinary scribes, and we are the lord of Bent. Some book-related tidying up. When we were of a certain age, they realized that our looks were going to cause some trouble. So we brothers were locked in our own house, with piles of books for company, and knowledge was well It made up for the vacancy in my childhood, and I also discovered my talent in the process."

"But Artus, the law had other ideas when he became an adult. He aspired to be in power and possess power. For this reason, he forged an iron mask for himself, and then became Lord Bent's deputy by virtue of his knowledge. At that time, I was gradually dissatisfied with the classics copied by my parents. After ten years, I stepped out of the ten-square-meter home, and then went straight into the grave..."

"I started wandering in the tomb, because all I saw were the dead, so I didn't hide my appearance. In the process, I met a dragon, a lich."

The dragon added, "Although Alves' face surprised me, I quickly decided to kill the human who discovered me and turn him into my experimental material, but his next actions really scared me." I jumped and it made me realize what he was capable of."

"As a human being, he actually learned an Amo language in the tomb. A living person learned the language of the dead without borrowing foreign objects."

"At that time, he was frightened and paralyzed like a little chicken, trembling all over, and then said something."

"Anle, sir."

(End of this chapter)