lol: Bind Syndra at the start

There was only a bed in the corner and...

The dark magic that had been compressed to the extreme was like a cocoon that wrapped around the person on the bed.

Ryan couldn't see her posture, let alone her face.

The only thing he could see clearly were ten white toes emerging from the black cocoon...

Why did Ryan define the amount of magic he possessed as ten toes?

Because he saw it with his own eyes!

At first he couldn't even see his toes.

But as his own dark magic grew stronger, he began to see each toe clearly.

As the only visible part.

Ryan looked at each one carefully.

fair complexion;

rounded;

......

In another world, she might be a foot model.

If placed on the table of some perverted book lovers, it can be regarded as a feast.

But for a righteous man like him, he would politely keep a certain distance to avoid being beaten by the rioting dark magic.

"Now you can give me some sweet treats!"

Ryan was talking.

But not to the cocoon on the bed, but to the mushroom outside the house.

After becoming familiar with the dream, Ryan had a guess about the identity of the mushroom.

Although it looks like a mushroom, it occasionally speaks.

And those confusing words gradually became Ryan's only channel to obtain information.

So is it possible that...

Inside the cocoon is Sindra's body.

And the mushrooms are the embodiment of Syndra's consciousness?

No one could confirm Ryan's guess.

But what he could confirm was that every time he spoke to the mushrooms, they responded.

Just like now...

After Ryan finished speaking, there was movement on the bed.

The dark purple cocoon made a crisp cracking sound, and then the huge darkness was slowly pulled up like a blanket.

The white toes are like the artist's first brushstrokes.

The whiteness that extended from it seemed to shimmer against the backdrop of dark magic.

instep;

arch of the foot;

It finally stopped at the ankle level.

Ryan looked at the exquisite work of art in front of him, and three thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.

The first thought was, it’s beautiful.

The second thought was, it turns out there really are no wrinkles if you don't walk...

The third thought was, it turns out that avoiding the sun can really make you whiter...

at the same time.

Ryan sensed the changes in his body.

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Brothers, come and vote and collect

Chapter 7 Mill Town

The roaring sound of the sea gradually made Ryan's vision clear.

The moonlight shone on his face, illuminating a blush.

The amount this time is really too large, almost equivalent to all the previous accumulations multiplied several times.

If there were no other things attracting his attention, it would be difficult for Ryan to maintain his mental stability.

If dark magic were to erupt unchecked here, even the dumbest reefs would be affected...

Ryan squeezed the air out of his chest and looked around.

The sea water in the distance is still flowing.

But the nearby sea water, including the reefs underfoot, seemed to be imprisoned by some invisible force.

Dark purple light meandered through the surrounding air, and gloomy power accumulated together, like a miasma that had been lingering for a long time and could explode at any time.

And he is the 'lead'.

As long as he had a dangerous thought, the entire surrounding beach, reef area and even the nearby sea would sink under the power of darkness.

But fortunately, I managed to control myself in the end.

Ryan calmed his breathing and adjusted to the surge of dark magic.

The reef remained motionless, but the nearby sea water slowly regained its freedom.

If he needed to devise some tactics to defeat Hui before, now he feels that he can just rush in with magic, with the main strategy being to use large quantities to supply enough damage.

This feeling of fullness of power made Ryan extremely satisfied.

You can speak louder next time. After all, what can you do with ten toes?

There are so many things that two feet can do!

And after this dream, my mind was surprisingly not affected by those messy and strange things.

"I am human."

Ryan revealed his identity without hesitation.

But when he instinctively looked up at the moon, what came to his mind were not the words describing the beauty of the moonlight, but... a pair of exquisite works of art.

wrong.

I am still affected!

Ryan suddenly realized.

As expected of the evil Syndra, she can even influence someone as determined as me!

This distorted worldview is no longer effective, so are we starting to resort to 18+ methods?

The distressed Ryan woke up his brain cells.

Soon he took out a scroll that had not been painted yet.

The easiest way to desensitize is to become familiar with it.

After he used the magic of painting to perfectly reproduce what he saw on the scroll, Ryan placed it in the front.

Although Syndra is evil, she underestimated the time traveler.

What effect can be achieved by using this to test cadres?

Just read it a hundred times and you will be calm.

Ryan, who perfectly coped with the evil temptation, hid his stock again and returned to the tree house after confirming that there was no problem.

The next morning, Ryan packed his bags and left the beach where he had lived for two years.

Layer upon layer of waves slowly climbed up the yellow sand, as if bidding farewell to their neighbors...

......

......

"A short separation is only temporary. Sooner or later, old friends will have the opportunity to meet again."

Mill town.

The open space in front of a pub.

Ryan spoke to the drunk man whose eyes were red from crying in the tone of someone who had experienced it.

There are still forty-eight hours until the exhibition at Goucha Temple.

And Ryan wasn't about to let this precious time fly by while he waited.

After testing and finding that the spirits of nature did not show any hostility towards his departure, he passed through the lush forest and came to this small town located under the Gou Cliff.

In Hui's description, the town has lost its former prosperity.

But for Ryan, who has lived by the sea for a long time, he saw more people in this small town than he had in the past two years combined.

Unlike what he imagined, the town was still peaceful at this time.

All the streets and alleys were filled with a comfortable atmosphere of continuous music and dancing.

This made Ryan sigh that humans are often stronger than he imagined.

They can regain hope in the midst of brokenness and go against the wind in desperate situations.

But there are always exceptions...

When Ryan walked three blocks, he saw the drunk man.

The other party collapsed on the ground like a slime monster, wailing a woman's name.

He thought the owner of this name might be the man's friend or lover...

In the face of the storms of war, people are as fragile as dandelions and can only be blown away by the wind helplessly.

But it's always good to keep some hope in your heart.

So Ryan tried to comfort the drunk, and his comfort actually worked.

The drunk tried to hold onto Ryan's legs like a helpless 200-pound child.

The latter avoided the opponent with nimble movement.

He was willing to comfort the other person, but he didn't want his only clothes to get dirty.

Fortunately, the drunk's emotions, or the alcohol concentration in his blood, had reached its peak. After realizing that he had not grabbed Ryan's legs, he fell straight to the ground.

Amidst the deafening snoring, Ryan walked to the main entrance of the tavern and then stopped.

There was no prohibition on underage drinking in Ionia, and he was definitely old enough to digest alcohol, but the problem was... he had no money.

During the two years on the beach, Hui and the locals nearby would give him fresh food.

With his fishing skills known as Air Force One, he could also get lucky and pick up some stupid fish that were rolled ashore.

But no one gave him money, and no money would be washed up by the sea.

Smelling the rich aroma of alcohol wafting from the tavern, Ryan, who hadn't drunk any flavored liquid in more than two years, swallowed unconsciously.

There is a consensus throughout the entire Valoran continent that all the wines produced in Ionia are the best of the best.

The best ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods. The wine brewed from these magical grains is far more useful than the ancient techniques used in other places.

Lion had never drunk it, but he had seen other heroes praising Ionian wine in the background story.

Just when he was thinking about whether he could get some benefits by using Hui's name, he suddenly became sensitive to a gaze.

He looked up and saw a man in his forties with a red nose from drinking looking at him in the tavern.

"Want a drink, young man?"

The man raised his glass to Ryan.