Mirabella, the horn of the demon god will soon sound. All I can do is make our daughter grow up quickly.
Therefore, I gave up the idea of leaving the North, and only hoped that Minnie could carry my dream and the bearded uncle's dream and move forward together.
...
"A demon god! This actually contains the residual aura of a demon god!"
In the still of the night in the cemetery, the necromancer, inside the coffin, carefully opened it, his flickering soul fire staring at the traces on the ground.
Under the probing of the Soul Flame, layers of complete magical patterns emerged. Based on his research over the past hundred years, it was a demonic summoning magic, and its analysis was not difficult.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a fox-like boy was lazily sleeping on a makeshift bed, muttering to himself, things like, "Let's make a damn hundred million first!" "I'm not buying this skin, it'll be a huge loss for Mahua FunAge!" "You dog teammate, are you picking mushrooms for me in the jungle?!", and he was even drooling!
Hey, you're playing the arrogant and domineering demon king character in Kossenburg, you bastard!
With the way you sleep, it's hard to get anyone to follow you, you useless devil!
This is only your first day in Titan City, and you've already shown your true colors, becoming this颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and lack of motivation)?!
Does this mean that Millionaire Wolf's debt doesn't need to be repaid?
Or is it the resurgence of a demon god behind you, giving you some inexplicable, mysterious confidence?!
The necromancer made a few sarcastic remarks following Xiao Han's train of thought, and then his soul fire ignited.
The cemetery holds treasures, and perhaps, a relic left behind by a demon god.
"I can tell this is a summoning spell, necromancer. I admire you. How about we make a deal?"
A handsome middle-aged man walked over, bathed in moonlight, his shoulders wriggling with tentacles.
"You are..."
"Those favored by God".
Francis laughed, severing a tentacle with a single stroke, spurting out a conspicuous spurt of blood.
But he didn't care at all, holding the golden feather in his hand, which shone brightly in the necromancer's eyes!
The necromancer: "???"
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