Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Chapter 207: Witch, I want you to help me practice.

"No wonder he can't remember the situation at that time. Forgetfulness is a kind of magic that cleverly combines the spiritual system and the curse system. It is a unique method developed by the Black Vatican.

It eats away important memories deep within a person's heart. To be possessed by Wang Chong, he should have seen a bigger secret. "

Ding Yumian continued, "If the person who was planted with forgetfulness remembers everything that happened one day, it means that he is not far from death."

"Then Monkey" Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xiaohou who was knocked unconscious, "Monkey triggered some switch because of the two names I just mentioned, which caused him to remember what happened at that time. That Wang Chong was going to Kill him, that’s why he’s in so much pain!”

"You can say that." Ding Yumian nodded slightly, "This forgetful insect has taken shape. It is not easy to kill it. The pain just now has already caused a lot of damage to his body."

"Then what should we do? Do we just let this ugly centipede lie on the monkey?" Mo Fan said excitedly. He looked at Zhang Xiaohou's face. Even if he was unconscious, he seemed to have not stopped remembering.

Ding Yumian stretched out his hand and gently tapped Wang Chong on Zhang Xiaohou's wrist. Wang Chong was still twisting, as if he was laughing at a few people for not overestimating their abilities, and seemed to want to move to a better position where it would be easier to eliminate this host. It suddenly became quiet.

"I can untie it, but the process is very painful. It's best to have a healing mage by your side."

"Let's go find Han Ji. He is a super-level healing mage." Bai Mo said.

"Super level! Wouldn't it be better to go over and trouble people at such a late hour?" Mo Fan hesitated and scratched his head.

"You are really his good big brother." Bai Mo was speechless, "But are you sure you can kill Wang Chong here?"

The severe pain directly woke Zhang Xiaohou up. He looked ahead blankly and exhaled in pain, but even so, he did not forget what he recalled before he fell into coma.

"There is no risk to life."

"Is it dangerous?"

As the centipede melted away inch by inch, the flesh and blood on Zhang Xiaohou's body where the centipede lay was also missing. Only the fractures on both sides could be seen, and the bones and internal organs could be faintly seen through the flesh and blood.

Mo Fan was completely shocked when he saw this bloody scene. He couldn't imagine how painful it was!

"Ah! I remembered! Mu He. It's Mu He!"

Han Ji naturally knew Wang Chong. He could see at a glance that Zhang Xiaohou's Wang Chong had taken shape, so he was worried about how to solve it. Hearing what Ding Yumian said, his eyes suddenly lit up. Han Ji actually had a vague guess about her ability, so he said with confidence:

"Okay, Miss Ding, just do whatever you want."

It was as if the centipede had replaced the flesh and blood and became part of Zhang Xiaohou's body. Now that the centipede disappeared, a bloody red narrow ravine immediately appeared on Zhang Xiaohou's body from his vest to his wrist. The centipede disappeared inch by inch, and the ravine appeared inch by inch! !

It was as if an invisible devil was digging a deep channel of flesh and blood on Zhang Xiaohou's back bit by bit in front of everyone's eyes!

The blood flowed out like no money. If there was no healing mage, such an injury would lead to death in just a few minutes!

When they were in Jiangcheng, Ding Yumian and Bai Mo left Han Ji's personal phone number, so even though it was midnight, they still came to Han Ji's mansion.

The mark shone squarely on the centipede's head on Zhang Xiaohou's body. In an instant, the head was shattered, and its entire body, starting from the head, melted inch by inch downwards like ice and snow.

As soon as a few people came in, Han Ji turned his eyes over and asked excitedly. When he saw Zhang Xiaohou's arms hanging down while being carried by Mo Fan, his pupils shrank:

"Wang Chong of the Black Vatican!"

Ding Yumian nodded slightly, and saw several bright and dark lights flashing past, forming a strange mark in the air.

"You really found out about the Black Vatican's great deacon Hu Jin!"

Ding Yumian had already deduced the Wang Chong method in her mind. Although her own curse magic was not outstanding, the evil body was unexpectedly an expert in this area.

"I mainly think that if a monkey is like this, if I take him with me, won't the centipede crawl on me? I don't want to raise a centipede, so why don't I just kill this thing here? It won't hurt at all, man. Not afraid of pain.”

"He discovered the news about the Black Vatican." Mo Fan placed Zhang Xiaohou directly on a stone table.

In order to get everything done at once, Bai Mo also brought Fang Gu with him. They had just been led by the waiter to Han Ji's courtyard and saw him sitting upright at the stone table in the courtyard.

"Then let's go find the healing mage you mentioned, Bai Mo." Mo Fan took off Zhang Xiaohou's clothes and took a look, and found that the centipede had grown to his vest, and the ferocious head would poke into the back of his head if it went up further. After all, it was my conscience that decided to stabilize the situation.

"I can untie Wang Chong." Ding Yumian said, "It's just that the struggle when Wang Chong disappears will destroy his body, so I need your help, Mr. Han."

Therefore, after knowing how to cast Wang Chong, it is not difficult to deduce the solution. She continued, "I can solve it now, but because I am not the one who planted the forgetful insect, he will inevitably get hurt."

And Han Ji was not slow at all. As soon as the ravine of flesh and blood that almost penetrated Zhang Xiaohou appeared, a holy and crystal clear healing light lit up on his finger.

Then he raised his hand and picked it up. This light flew into the air and bloomed with soft light. When it came to the sky above Zhang Xiaohou's body, it just turned into an Aquarius star full of healing brilliance, wrapping Zhang Xiaohou. .

As the healing bottle took effect, the body on Zhang Xiaohou's back that looked like it had been eaten by regional demonic insects began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Xiaohou's physical injuries improved and his pain finally ended, and his slightly numb eyes became clear.

As soon as he recovered, he immediately jumped down from the table, "Brother Fan, I remembered it. It's Mu He. That Deacon Hujin is Mu He!"

Han Ji put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly, with a calming aura. He said to Zhang Xiaohou in a leisurely manner: "Xiao Hou, don't be excited. I am Han Ji, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association in the ancient capital. I will send you Tell me carefully what you know.”

Zhang Xiaohou scratched his head, and then realized that he seemed to be no longer in the hotel lounge, but in an unknown courtyard. When he saw that everyone's eyes were on him, he knew that what he discovered was very important, and Zhang Xiaohou had no mother-in-law or mother. Looking at the old man in front of him, he immediately said:

"I was sent to investigate the anomalies in the Evil Abyss, and then I discovered a gathering of the Black Church near the Evil Abyss. I lurked in and heard their conversation. Among them was a man wearing a mask. He was a tiger from the Black Church. Deacon of Jin University. He is wearing a mask, but his voice is familiar to me. He is Mu He from our Mu family in Bo City."

"The drift of the evil abyss is related to them. They want to introduce the evil abyss into the ancient capital and use"

Having said this, Zhang Xiaohou swallowed his saliva. Even after so long, he was still a little frightened.

"Use millions of people from the ancient capital as sacrifices for the awakening of the ancient king, as a symbol of Salan's power in the world, and what happened in Bo City is just an exercise for them!"

After listening, everyone in the room, except Bai Mo, was horrified by this shocking and insane idea, which cannot even be described as one in 10,000!

Han Ji even wanted to open her mouth to say something, but her lips trembled several times and she didn't know where to start.

The Ancient Capital Inquisition did not discover that the Black Holy See had plans in the ancient capital, and it also knew that Bo City was an exercise.

But what exactly the Black Holy See wants to do in the ancient capital and who is planning the ancient capital are all things that are unclear like looking at flowers in the fog.

He didn't expect that the Black Vatican had this idea!

The drifting of Sha Yuan turned out to be their fault. Thinking of this, Han Ji calmed down and asked:

"How does the Black Holy See control the Evil Abyss?"

Zhang Xiaohou said, “I don’t know.”

"Isn't there a solution?"

Han Ji didn't know whether he was asking himself or them. He raised his head and looked to the north.

"Resurrection of the ancient king, is the tomb of the ancient king in the evil abyss? Yes, I have only seen such a large evil abyss in my life. Just being close to the ancient capital has made the surrounding undead riots several times more violent! Except for the man with this Who else could the ancient king of the same age in the city be?"

"I do have some clues." Bai Mo said at this time.

"Say it quickly." Han Ji suddenly turned around and looked at him.

So Bai Mo told the story of the Black Vatican's annihilation of Weiju Village. He also explained clearly that Kunjing water can make the dead move during the day.

"No matter what the Black Vatican wants to do, they just want to induce the undead to attack the city. I think the top priority now is to prevent the Black Vatican from having the means to cover the characteristics of Kunjing water in this land of the undead. Therefore, it should be People moved to inner cities with security borders in case of unexpected events.”

"You are right. We can put aside the matter of preventing the approaching of the evil abyss and the resurrection of the ancient king. The people cannot afford to lose anything. We must gather people, ask for rescue, and arrest Mu He. That is what we should do now."

Han Ji took a deep breath and suppressed the worries deep in his heart, ever since he heard about the Black Church's plan from Zhang Xiaohou. He knew that the evil abyss was inevitable, and the ancient king never gave up the idea of ​​coming back to life.

The Kyushu mage will have to fight his undead sooner or later. At the same time, he thought that the helper he had found might also be able to bring him some unexpected joy.

After thinking about this, he said to Bai Mo and others, "It's getting late, you go and rest first. I have to arrange some things, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, Han Ji left the courtyard first.

Several people looked at each other and left.

After all this tossing, neither Zhang Xiaohou nor Mo Fan could sleep. Zhang Xiaohou said, "Brother Fan, some people from Bo City have actually moved to the ancient capital. There are also many people in our school who have passed the ancient capital academy. Do you want us to go?" Want to drink with them?"

"Okay, hey Bai Mo, do you want to come? At least we have been together for a few months."

Bai Mo didn't care, but Ding Yumian held his hand at this time, "No, I have someone to accompany me."

After bidding farewell to Mo Fan and the other two, Bai Mo walked with Ding Yumian on the way back to the hotel.

"what happened?"

The night in the ancient capital is not quiet. There are sounds of magic battles outside the city, and the city is also busy with traffic and lights everywhere.

There were a lot of people walking on the street. Ding Yumian looked a little strange and just said, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

In the bedroom, the two of them were lying on the bed after washing.

"Can we talk now?" Bai Mo felt a little strange and mysterious.

"Actually...the evil intentions generated by refining the evil body have not been completely eliminated."

Ding Yumian said quietly.

"Huh?" Bai Mo's expression became more and more doubtful. Yesterday, Ding Yumian said that all the exorcisms were completed. Could there be something wrong? He frowned.

"What's going on? No, let's not practice this anymore. I think the life-draining curse is already very strong."

"No." Ding Yumian shook his head, feeling the evil intention in his heart that could not be vented through killing. He raised his head and brushed the hair beside his ears, staring at the ordinary interior decoration, and slowly explained:

"Evil intentions generally include murderous intention, anger, greed, and desire. The first four can be resolved through killing, but desire cannot."

"Huh??" Bai Mo was stunned, thinking carefully about Ding Yumian's abnormality in the past few days, and then remembered another way to resolve evil intentions that the evil body said on the first day.

With a subtle look on his face, he asked, "What desire?"

"It's just what you were thinking." Ding Yumian said quietly, looking at him without hesitation.

"Okay, I treat you as my treasure, but you only want to use me to practice." Bai Mo blinked, not that he couldn't accept it. For a moment, he didn't expect it to be so sudden, but he accused him.

"No way." Ding Yumian continued to look at him.

Bai Mo saw the certainty and calmness in her eyes. He looked at this beautiful face and stretched out his arms to hug her. Everything fell into place. Their relationship had already reached that stage.

I usually just enjoy the process of getting closer, but when this moment really comes, even if there are unexpected factors to add fuel to the fire, it just makes it more interesting to reminisce in the future.

"Witch, I want you to help me practice!"

Bai Mo lowered his head and spoke. Before Ding Yumian could speak, he had already pressed his lips on hers, like imprinting on a rose petal. The soft touch and fragrant breath flowed between her mouth and nose. When you pry the jade teeth, you can feel the tingling current transmission.

After parting their lips for a long time, Bai Mo ordered a few more strawberries.

On the smooth chin, the slender gooseneck

There is no safe place for my hands to go.

No need for eye contact at all, everything happens naturally

Youdao is————

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy

Noon the next day

The dim sun was shining outside the window, Bai Mo opened his eyes, he was a little heavy, half of Ding Yumian's body was resting on him, he played a little crazy last night, and he couldn't sleep in the bed anyway.

However, the body of a high-level mage is not that of an ordinary person, so it is still okay to sleep on the sofa.

Not to mention, the sofa is quite comfortable, more comfortable than the bed.

(End of this chapter)