Astonishingly talented pharmacist

Chapter 292 Magician Contest

Unhappy all day long?End of depression?

Qing'er lived such a life until she died.

I really hate it, I hate myself why I didn't have the courage to take a look at her back then.

Maybe Qing'er had been waiting for him, waiting for him to take her away, but he never showed up. . .

"Son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for both of you, mother and child." Tears slid down An Yue's cheeks again, her heart ached and she couldn't breathe.

It was because he was too cowardly, because he loved too selfishly, he thought she had changed her mind, and he should give her a chance to explain, instead of playing with her and disappearing when he learned that she was going to marry another man.

If he hadn't disappeared back then, but stayed by her side all the time, perhaps the outcome of the matter would have been different.

The wound on his neck was still bleeding, Xin's face became paler and paler, and he had just learned the truth about his life experience, which dealt him a huge blow. He looked at An Yue, and An Yue's figure became more and more blurred in his eyes .

Xin swayed a few times, spewed a mouthful of blood, and fell limp on the bed.

"Son, child, how are you? How are you?" An Ye rushed forward anxiously, checking Xin's physical condition.

His anxiety, his worry, and his love were all piled up on his face, which was originally cold and ruthless.

A white figure stood at the door of the sleeping hall. He looked at all this coldly. It turned out that his coldness was not born.

It turned out that he could call his child a child, instead of just calling him by his name coldly.

It turned out that he could be so concerned about his child's injury and condition instead of coldly sending a veterinarian to settle the matter.

It turned out that his cold face could also have such a kind expression, the same kindness that human beings treat their own children.

He turned and left, with bitterness, Luo Mo.

Middle East
Just like a year ago, the Middle East City was boiling again. They ushered in the triennial magician contest, which was held in three months.

It is limited to young people under the age of 20. It is also known as the Middle East Continent Youth Magician Contest. The prize is a volume of ninth-level elementary magic secrets.

The ninth-level primary magic code, although it is only a primary level, is already an extremely rare magic code in the world, and only the Magicians Union in the Middle East City can throw out such a large amount of money.

The Mage Union in the Middle East City can be described as the largest gathering of all the Middle East continents.

Although ninth-level magic is rare, it is not impossible to get it. If there is no good thing as a prize, how can it reflect the strength of the Magician's Union?

"Long Jun, the Mo family has also received the invitation. I know you are also a magician. If you want to participate, I can recommend it for you." Mo Li glanced at Long Yan and said to Long Jun.

Long Yan sat leisurely by the window, admiring the falling flowers outside the window, and from time to time glared at Mo Li, signaling him to pay attention to the distance and not to get too close to his Long Jun.

Regarding this, Li Li was also helpless. Long Yan was like this in the past, and now Long Yan, who has changed greatly in appearance, is still like this. . .

"Secret Code of Ninth Rank Magic?" Long Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Li.

Mo Li nodded, Long Jun clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Then I will thank you, I will participate."

For a magician, ninth-level magic is already the pinnacle of existence. When hearing ninth-level magic, that magician won't be moved?
Li Li nodded and said, "Long Jun, what level of magician are you now?"

Long Jun shrugged: "The eighth step."

Eighth order? ?She turned out to be an eighth-level magician. While being a high-level alchemist, she was actually an eighth-level magician? ? (continue tomorrow)
It's the eighth watch. I wanted to make up for it at the tenth watch, but it's too cold today, and my hands are about to break from the cold. I will make up for it at the seventh watch tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)