High Magic Earth

However, if what he said is true, then he survived after the defeat of the martial trial, only one possibility.

When he escaped, someone saved himself. Tyrion shuddered the lean muscles on his cheeks. At Junlin, at this time, he was only able to save himself. .

"You guessed it." Yi Biao seemed to see what Tyrion was thinking, and said casually, "James saved you, your brother."

The little devil is very smart. Although all this has not happened yet, he can only speculate on the course of things based on Yi Chou's only words. It should be said that he is indeed the smartest person in Junlin.

But after a long silence, Tyrion suddenly asked a strange question, "Is he dead?"

"Dead." Yi Xuan gently shook the glass and replied leisurely. It seemed that Tyrion didn't believe himself very much, so he used this kind of obscure question to ask him what he would do after escaping.

He killed his father. If Yi Huo could predict, then naturally he would know what Tyrion’s question meant, because Tyrion was very sure now that if he escaped, he would not leave so easily, but to kill After leaving that person, he left, and he confirmed that he would do the same.

While Yi Xiao did know the original plot, Tyrion killed his father and Shee by the way before fleeing.

"He is dead, and that woman."

Tyrion's silent face moved slightly, raised his head, and looked at Yi Chou as if confirming something.

"Because you found that Shay was in the Duke's room at that time, they died together." Yi Chou was saying something irrelevant, while enjoying his dinner. He didn't even lift his head.

Tyrion continued to remain silent. Drinking wine with a bitter face.

"Now... It seems that you believe me a little bit." Yi Chou cut the roast chicken in the plate. He looked up and asked in a funny voice.

"It's a little." Tyrion leaned his lips down and poured a glass of wine at random. "Suddenly came to such a castle, such a rich and gorgeous dinner, I even thought I was in a dream."

He showed a greasy face mixed with grim and funny, "not to mention there is a wizard who can predict without a crystal ball, right." He said, raising his glass to Yi Huo.

Suddenly, Tyrion felt a little warm on his face. He noticed that the wizard was looking at himself with his eyes, so he quickly touched his face with his hand.

His left face did not know when a deep scratch appeared, the wound was not deep, but the blood was engraved on the skin like a thin line.

"Now." Yi Xiao wiped his hands with a white napkin. "You know whether it's a dream here or not. By the way, the wizard, it's not just a prophecy."

Tyrion was silent again. He didn't know how the other party did it, but if it was just his throat. He may be dead now.

Obviously he was a bit smug, and even a donkey knew the difference between the two sides. Not to mention the wise man Tyrion of King's Landing.

"My dear, what's the matter?" Rarely enjoying the food, Winnie noticed the situation here, looked at the dignified atmosphere between the two, and asked with some doubt.

"It's okay." Yi Xiao smiled a little. "Our new friend has some trouble, but that's actually not a trouble at all."

Wen Nizhiwu signaled that he heard it, and then stared at the group of playful little yellow people still. Yi Chou was tired of the atmosphere here. He cast a magic on the ceiling so that the creatures here would not After causing too much damage, he made a gesture to Tyrion and left here early.

After he left, several house-elves who also liked the liveliness also joined the way of the little yellow people, but most of the house-elves kept busy repairing the damaged things in the field, and passed again. After a while, Winnie also joined them. Although Winnie is already a young girl in terms of age, her mind has not really matured.

Neverland is a closed and lonely place, distorting, although it is very magical and beautiful.

Yi Xiao stood quietly on the semi-circular window sill protruding from the edge of the castle. Behind him was a warm corridor with goose yellow candlelight, and in front was a dark, rustling red forest.

The artificial moonlight made by Invaluable Treasure passes through the rectangular parquet glass of the castle, without showing the shadow of easy noise, just like he does not exist in this world.

Yi Chou is a little strange. How did his life suddenly become like this, can not be regarded as sudden, it seems to be. . Changed.

What his original life was like, Yi Biao quietly remembered, there was no hope, no vitality, he entered various knowledge and materials like a computer, he was not interested in anything, had no goal, and seemed to live only for death , Time and process are meaningless to him.

The loneliness in the soul is terrible. Sometimes it’s suddenly quiet like you alone in the world. The loneliness in the soul is even more terrible. Watching this world is like an incomprehensible movie. Tired and want to close it, If you can.

Wandering away from the world, I was isolated.

Yi Biao suddenly felt that something like smoke was very appropriate, but this is Fantasy Island. . He took the box of cigarettes that Madison gave him from his arms. He hadn't smoked a few. When Constantine died, and the beginning of the second journey, Yi's index finger blazed flames and lit himself again. it.

The war ignited Hogwarts, the brisk life of the young witches, Constantine’s sacrifice and heaviness, the secret that the real world gradually uncovered, the past journey was presented in front of his own eyes, just like yesterday, but it seemed After a long time, Yi Chou suddenly felt that what he is doing now is no different from his previous life.

The same numbness makes no sense, why do you want to do it, the ambitions of the second world and the earth, angels and demons, why do these things, Yi Yi's mind suddenly turned in a strange direction.

But at this moment, Tyrion's voice suddenly appeared behind him, causing Yi Chou to chill out in the night breeze, "A very good dinner, much better than Junlin's."

"Is it." Yi Huo smiled, extinguished the cigarettes that he didn't smoke, and replied calmly, "She likes to be busy, this is what I owe her."

Tyrion lopsidedly nodded his lips in the back.

But before waiting for him to speak, Yi Huo suddenly asked, "What is the taste of hatred, I think you can know."

"I know." Tyrion smiled a little self-deprecatingly. "But it has been forgotten. I used to hate me as a gnome, but now it doesn't matter."

"Then those who came to King's Landing, those who were saved by you but framed you."

The muscles on Tyrion's face twitched, a little funny, "I'm very angry, very, very angry, I wish I could swallow them and tear them apart, but now I'm only sad for them."

"This is not a taste of hatred." Yi Ao shook his head.

Tyrion was a little puzzled, his brow furrowed slightly, and he couldn't figure out what the wizard in front of him meant.

"I killed a person, UU reading www.uukanshu.com her lover is very angry, very angry, she hates me, she deserves to hate me, although I don’t want to kill that girl, I just want to kill her, but I Whether she should hate her the same, because she is the first to kill me."

"I don't understand." Yi Xuan turned around. "Hate really is a complicated thing, something that people can't see clearly."

"That's it." Tyrion looked a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that the wizard would suddenly talk to him about life, but he still had a stomach question. He didn't understand where, why, and so on, so, "Do you mind answering some doubts for me before we start this conversation?" he asked.

"Mind." Yi Biao glanced at him slowly, calmly, and answered stiffly back Tyrian's full question. He froze there, and for a while did not know how to continue with the powerful man in front of him. Wizards communicate.

After a while, the static time seems to start flowing again, and Yi Huo, who has been silent for a long time, suddenly asks out, "I am your acting knight, what do you think?" (To be continued...)

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