My host is the thief six

Chapter 312 Where My Heart Goes, You Are God (28)

If it weren't for this alchemy that must be supported by gold elemental magic, I would like to try it for the rest of my life.

At this time, she recognized the small glass bottle in Ting Bai's hand at a glance, "You made the enchanting potion so quickly?"

Enchanting potions are actually potions used by magicians to restore MP, commonly known as blue potions.

And this potion is the simplest in alchemy, and there are potions that can make flowers and trees talk, potions that can speed up your walking speed, potions that can make you infinitely stronger, and other messy potions.

"Yeah." Ting Bai nodded, and he ran to Yu Sheng's recliner, with a full face of 'seeking compliments'.

The dark magician who had been squatting not far away for several days expressed that he couldn't bear it.

Their family's palace master would actually show such a soft and cute expression, coupled with his peerless appearance, it is simply... Ah Wei's mass grave.

"Maybe it can be used in the future." Yu Sheng rubbed his head, thinking about how to make use of this thing.

But Tingbai's hair quality is really good, and there is a word everywhere on his body, soft.

Because he was here all this time and there were no other outsiders, Ting Bai took off his cumbersome robe, not to mention the stuffy heat, and it was still bulky.

"Holy Son election?" Feeling the touch on his head, Tingbai squinted his eyes happily and asked, "Isn't Fuluo a saint? A saint election that shouldn't be held?"

As if thinking of something, Ting Bai's mood was visibly depressed for a moment, and he said cautiously: "Fuluo...you don't want to be elected in this election, okay?"

He knows that he is selfish, and he also knows that for a family, only being chosen as the Holy Son or Holy Maiden can bring great glory to the family.

So once she loses the election, she will face the family's censure, which he doesn't want.

But he didn't even want to see her become that damn Holy Lord's woman, especially when the Holy Lord's default candidate was Calvin, that trash.

As long as I think about it in my heart, it will hurt very much, even breathing hurts, and the whole body trembles from the pain, wishing to die.

"Why?" Yu Sheng raised her eyebrows, she looked at Ting Bai inexplicably, "Why don't you want me to become a saint?"

"You promised me that you wouldn't like Calvin..." the boy said weakly.

"But he is good-looking. People are visual animals. Maybe I don't care about that?"

Ting Bai: "..."

The sockets of his eyes turned red, and there was mist in his pupils, "I'm pretty too..."

[Miss, please don't overly tease the mission target, thank you. 】

Why does the young lady's talent and skills always focus on these weird points?

You see!
Is this what people do?
They actually made people's mission goals cry!

The boy sniffed, reached out and grabbed her hand that was resting on the armrest of the recliner, and placed it on top of his head, "Fuluo, you said that I'm also pretty..."

"I'm very obedient, I will obediently listen to you, and I won't go out and mess around like Calvin, so...Fuluo, do you like me?"

Yu Sheng's eyes darkened slightly, she got up from the reclining chair, and directly set a prohibition on the surroundings.

The dark magician in the dark: "..."

knock!Don't be so purple!
When the restriction was lifted, the two dark magicians saw their house master crying and laughing while covering his red and swollen lips, like a psychopath.

(End of this chapter)