I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

Lin Jie looked up. ζ reference ↑ ↑ see ↑ book ζ

Only then did I discover that there seemed to be some golden light shining in the canopy that covered the sky.

It's just that the falling snow in the sky and the beautiful irises on the ground robbed the attraction.

And the dense leaves cover them well.

Therefore, Lin Jie hadn't noticed that the tree was still bearing fruit.

Baiyin gave four options.

Trees, fruits, flowers, and nectar.

Lin Jie thought for a while and eliminated the tree first.

He couldn't take the tree away, and the tree looked like...well, it was useless at all.

Second, exclude flowers in the same way.

In addition to being able to decorate, it seems to have no effect, and he just picked a flower and pinned it to Silver's ear not long ago.

It always feels weird to ask the other party to send flowers back now.

All that is left is the fruit and nectar.

Lin Jie thought for a while, looked at the faintly shining golden fruits on the tree, and said, "Can I eat it directly?"

He is really not interested in nectar, so it is better to taste the fruit that grows in the dream.

This can be considered a very unique experience.

Silver smiled: "Of course you can."

"Patter."

As soon as her voice fell, the golden apple-like fruit fell by itself.

Lin Jie reached out his hand just to catch it, and turned to play with it.

The golden apple is strangely long and delicate, and every arc gives a feeling of perfect proportions, and it looks the same when drawn.

Appeared again, this kind of structure only in dreams.

But no matter what it was before, it must now enter Lin Jie's stomach.

"Crack, click."

Lin Jie ate this little apple clean in two or three bites.

It doesn't feel much different from normal apples. It is crunchy and sweet, with plenty of sugar and moisture, and it doesn't even have a core. ÷san∫ let ∫ read ∫ book÷

It seems that the taste in the dream also refers to reality.

It is wishful thinking to expect some unusual taste experiences.

At this moment, Lin Jie suddenly felt a little fuzzy in his consciousness, and felt that he might be awake.

"So fast..."

The time felt in dreams is definitely different from reality.

Many times I feel that a lot of things have happened in my dreams, a series of transitions, and even a novel of tens of thousands of words can be written.

But in fact, I may find that I only slept for five minutes.

And sometimes, it feels like a while in the dream, and one night has passed.

Although Lin Jie felt extremely sorry in his heart, he couldn't control when he went to bed and when he woke up.

"I should be going."

Lin Jie said to Bai Yin, then stood up and stretched out his hand.

The latter held his hand, smiled and gently embraced him with strength, a soft and magnetic voice rang in his ears.

"I hope that when the next night comes, we can still meet in our dreams."

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Yoai, a panic black wizard.

"The Faceless Man of Black Scales" a disciple of Wilde.

The entire world of black wizards knows that the destruction-level black wizard Wilde once had two disciples.

The reason for being Zeng was only because of these two disciples, one had already died, and the other had chosen to betray.

The one who died was called Charles.

And the living one is called Yoai.

Today's "Flame Envoy" Yoai is the partner of White Wolf leader Khris, and a core member of the "Red Sect", the black wizard organization.

"This time, choosing Herris may be a wrong move, but choosing someone else is hopelessly wrong."

Yoai was holding an umbrella, wearing a somewhat old suit, and lit a cigarette, but did not smoke.

He looks very young, even up to twenty at a glance. He has short flax hair and a thin face, all freckles on the bridge of his nose and black tattoos on the sides of his face.

There was a bandage on his arm, and his entire arm, including his palm, was tightly tied.

This is the result of a sneak attack by Ji Zhixu along with Khris.

As a hunter, Khris has the power of filthy blood to regenerate at a high speed, and he can even tear off one of his arms without changing his face.

But as a dark wizard, Yoai's physique is basically the same as a normal person.

There is no way to take the damage hard, nor can he heal himself.

What's more, this kind of injury is actually not fast enough to be cured by magic. The best treatment effect is the Dome Church.

But in the past three years, the Dome Church in Nuojin District has announced that it will not provide treatment to the Dark Wizard.

Up.

The reason is not a matter of position.

The Dome Church is responsible for treatment, not for teaching you how to be a man.

But the dark wizards, especially the large number of low-level dark wizards at the bottom...generally have no money.

"Ji Zhixu, including Lao... Wilde, seems to have something to do with the bookstore owner on the 23rd Street, as if their destiny has been rewritten here."

You Ai muttered to himself.

Wilde had suffered multiple injuries back then, and he knew it all.

And with his teacher's arrogance, even if he didn't die in the end, there was a high probability that he would never reappear.

But who knows, Wilde still appeared, and seemed to be stronger.

"Hopefully, the intelligence is wrong."

Yoai turned his head and looked at the middle-aged black wizard John next to him: "Remember your mission?"

"remember."

The black wizard lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Explore the situation of the bookstore and the owner of the bookstore. All you need is the level and appearance of the opponent, the general layout and location of the bookstore."

You Ai said, "Go, you will bring me good news, won't you?"

John's figure disappeared instantly, turning into a shadow that melted into the darkness.

Shadow surgery!

This is John's best skill, and it is also the best way to detect intelligence.

He shuttles through the shadows of the buildings at a very fast speed. The night is his best disguise.

Twenty-third Street.

Number 412.

bookstore.

The coordinate location was reached soon.

John slowed down, looked around the bookstore, and gradually became cautious.

But at the same time there are some doubts.

Here... there is clearly no ether fluctuation, if it is perceptually speaking, it is just a simple bookstore.

But the task that the superiors attach great importance to is certainly not simple.

He entered the door of the bookstore and walked around on the first floor of the bookstore. He did not find any abnormalities, only the neatly arranged and tightly arranged bookshelves and books.

So he sneaked into the second floor.

The layout upstairs is more at a glance, and it's just like an ordinary bookstore.

He searched all the places that should be explored, and finally only the bedroom of the bookstore was left.

It was the only place where there were signs of life, although the aura was still ordinary, it seemed that it was not extraordinary.

In other words, the owner of the bookstore is asleep here.

As John approached the bedroom door, he thought, maybe he could kill this guy by the way, and then went back to report "In fact, the person you are worried about is just an ordinary person, and I have already killed it."

He laughed blankly, then changed back to what he was, and reached out and opened the bedroom door.

The gap in the door slowly grew wider.

John's eyes were dull for a moment.

Inside the door, countless blood streaks covered the entire room. The peristaltic blood vessels and massive sarcoma appeared radial, spreading from the central bed to the surroundings. From the blood-dense wall at the head of the bed to the bed, clusters of white irises grew , Emitting a faint light.

Illuminated the face of the smiling young man on the bed who seemed to be dreaming.

Before John could react, those bloodshots were startled, and instantly rushed towards him from the ground, densely packed. (www.ltnovel.com reading books and novels) The update is the fastest, remember to collect it!