I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

"I really don't want to be a natural disaster (!

That night.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Cuckoo Town.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

The town that has just fallen snow is covered with a thick white coat.

Under the shining moon, two silhouettes floated in mid-air sneakily by the night.

——One of the figures swayed, as if it would crash at any time, and even spewed wine hiccups from time to time, just like a big fart, especially loud.

The bright moonlight is falling, casting a mottled shadow in the cemetery of Gugu Town.

The shadow of the tree swayed, and the words on the tombstone seemed to come alive, revealing mystery and gloom everywhere.

A girl with long purple hair was wandering in the cemetery with a flashlight. She squatted down from time to time, stood up, and squatted down again-it turned out that she was digging [snow roots] in the cemetery.

"Are you sure she is my daughter?...hiccup~"

The Supreme Mage squinted, as if he couldn't see the figure on the snow clearly, but the bright purple made him a little suspicious.

When Yi Lin heard it, his expression was weird, and he secretly said that your own daughter is not sure to make me sure? Are you looking for your daughter or am I looking for your daughter?

After hesitating for a while, seeing that the Supreme Mage’s mentality collapsed and was drunk, Yi Lin floated cross-legged in the air, and said softly, "According to my understanding and reasoning, if you have to say that there are your daughters among so many residents, it’s only possible. It's her."

By the way, Yi Lin mourned for the poor honest man Pierre for three seconds.

The expensive [Ancient Fruit Wine] became the helpless mage's only support at this moment. He was silent for a while, and didn't know where to put his hands, so he could only take another big gulp into his mouth.

"Can't you confirm your magic?"

Yi Lin knew that the Supreme Master knew a lot of mysteries, and he didn't know whether the "omnipotent" magic in his mouth could be used to recognize relatives.

"Yes!" The supreme mage suddenly realized that he didn't seem to remember his "mage" identity until this moment, and nodded quickly: "I need a piece of her hair."

Yi Lin nodded, turned on [Shadow Follow Me] and moved closer. He waved his hand, and bluntly pulled out a long purple hair from Abigail's head.

Abigail playing in the cemetery felt an itchy scalp, so he reached out and touched it, but didn't care.

The Supreme Mage Parkinson's hand clenched that long hair, his eyes were red, like a gambler who had lost all in a casino. He clenched that hair, closed his eyes and meditated for more than ten seconds, then opened his eyes.

For a moment, the supreme mage's eyes flashed with marvels, regrets, and other complex emotions. He lowered his head and looked down: "She really is my daughter!"

Yi Lin smiled and said, "Oh, awesome, magic can still recognize relatives, teach me when you have time."

The Supreme Master stared at Yi Lin with bloodshot eyes. He couldn't hear the hateful farmer teasing him. In normal times, when there was no threat of food, he would definitely go back mercilessly-but now he was in no mood.

Yi Lin couldn't understand the mage's mood at the moment.

After all, he didn't have a daughter, and he didn't become a dad somehow.

In this situation, what should I say to encourage and encourage, or to comfort the Master?

This feeling can be regarded as a remembrance, but just didn't pay attention at that time?

It's not good, it shouldn't be the scene.

I want to take the grass I planted back when I cry?

It's not right, the mage might get angry.

Congratulations on being a father?

It seems that this sounds bad.

Do you remember the **** kid at the Master Tower by the Forest Lake back then?

Saying this, the mage is likely to fight him on the spot.

After thinking for a long time, Yi Lin didn't know what to say, so she could only remain silent.

After a while, the mage finally mustered up the courage, and his cloak flicked like a fighter jet with the accelerator pedaling to the bottom, diving down.

"Boom!"

The mage crawled out of the snowdrift in embarrassment.

Yi Lin covered his eyes speechlessly, and he couldn't look at it. This old father's way of coming on stage is so ingenious.

The sudden movement behind her shocked the purple-haired girl who was exploring in the cemetery.

The Supreme Mage arched his back, slowly got up, and exhaled a mouthful of turbid alcohol.

To be honest, Abigail is indeed as bold as her mother Caroline described, and he likes some ridiculous things. Faced with such a weird situation, the normal girl's normal response should be to scream, and then run away happily.

And instead of running, Abigail's eyes lit up, and he carefully approached the place where the wizard crashed.

"You are……?"

Abigail asked curiously.

"I...you, dad, you...I...oh shit!"

The mage, who is usually good at quarreling, is clumsy at the moment, stuttering incoherently, and hasn't struck out a complete sentence of "I'm actually your real dad" for a long time.

Abigail shrank his neck, seeming to be frightened by the wizard.

Yi Lin couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't bear to let the mage face this important moment alone. He quietly came to the neighborhood, coughed slightly, and laughed: "Abigail, why are you still not going home? Mother quarreled?"

"Uncle Farmer!" Yi Lin's favorability on Caroline's family of three is not low. Abigail is not wary of Yi Lin and smiles: "No, Dad said he wants to chat with his mother in the room. The sound will be a little loud, he let me come out and play."

Yi Lin and the mage looked at each other, speechless.

Abigail kicked the snow at his feet, lowered his head and said, "But I'll tell you quietly, mom doesn't like chatting with dad the least. It's boring to say that dad can't talk for two minutes."

Yi Lin glanced at the mage silently again.

The mage shook his head and stared, as if to say, this is not important, don't look at me.

Yi Lin sighed lightly, and decided to help the mage who had trouble with his mouth Yuanyuanchang.

"Abigail, this grandpa, ah no, this uncle, is now helping out on my farm, it's okay."

Abigail tilted his head, looked up and down with his hands trembling and his eyes shining. The unshaven Supreme Mage hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "I can't see it..."

The Supreme Mage was very injured on the side, so he pulled the icy snow hard and poured it into his mouth.

"If, I said if..." Yi Lin felt that his tone was like a strange uncle who coaxed an ignorant girl: "If there is a vast world outside of Cuckoo Town, there are people who can fly, and people who breathe fire. Birds, water-spraying flowers, and many things you have never seen before. Would you like to take a look?"

"think!"

Abigail smiled happily.

Yi Lin glanced at the mage and asked, "If the price is, you can't come back here again?"

Abigail was taken aback, she lowered her head to think for a moment, and when she raised her head again, her eyes sparkled: "Can you bring mom and dad with you?"

Yi Lin shook his head: "No."

"Forget it." Abigail pouted, as if a little unhappy, but also a little regretful: "Here, it's pretty good too."

What else does Yi Lin want to ask.

The Supreme Mage tremblingly grasped Yi Lin's clothes with his scarred hands.

"Let's go."

Abigail looked at the two figures gradually disappearing in the dark night and snow, and whispered: "What a strange uncle."

...

"Is this really good?"

Along the way, the mage remained silent.

He didn't even answer Yi Lin's words.

Did not explain why.

He flew in the direction of the farm with a cloak in a muddle-headed manner.

He even seemed to have broken his hands and feet, hanging down softly, letting the cloak lord act like a hook, and "hanging" the expressionless supreme mage back to the farm.

Later, the Supreme Master soaked in the cellar day and night, getting drunk.

For the rest of the winter, the Supreme Master seemed to become a wine barrel.

Never leave the cellar for a step.

Until,

The third spring.

"The third year, a new spring."

Yi Lin stretched out and walked out of the room at six o'clock in the morning.

The supreme mage who had been a barrel for a few days unexpectedly woke up today.

He was in front of the mirror at the moment, carefully trimming his beard, and carefully combing the curls on his head with high-grade wax, and the whole person regained a new brilliance.

"Figured out?"

Yi Lin came behind the Supreme Master and asked with a smile.

"Um."

"Is this really good?"

"That's it." The corner of the Supreme Mage's mouth rose slightly, his right hand shook, and the cloak took the initiative to put it on his shoulders. I saw him floating slowly, his radiant face was full of mysterious and elegant aura.

"You are now able to master the basics of the mage proficiently, so starting from today, our courses will enter the next new stage."

The mage said, shaking his hands and pulling, two complex magic circles appeared out of thin air between his palms, like two small shields.

...

Since his assets exceeded 20 million and Yi Lin was promoted to Nongsheng, his life-threatening life on the farm is equivalent to an end.

Even if he followed the rules and played casually for a year, his wine output alone was more than 10 million.

To be honest, this trial is not difficult.

A little bit of the liver mine, find the right way to fish, and then find a wizard helper, you can easily pass this nightmare level trial, it's really not too difficult.

In order not to appear so outrageous on the farmer's rankings, Yi Lin started from the spring of the third year, all the wine produced in his cellar was collected, and the old wine was turned into aged wine, so that he would not sell it, so as not to frighten others.

He has more headaches now.

Yi Lin walked to another luxurious house with a more spacious cellar.

When I walked into the cellar, I saw that the cellar of nearly a thousand square meters was densely packed with [Gem Copy Machines]. Several boxes of perfect crystals were produced every day and piled on the ground. Yi Lin’s storage space was early. There is no more crystals.

Yi Lin didn't know where to use this extra crystal, his brain hurt.

But this is convenient for the Supreme Master.

When he practiced his hands, he didn’t need to think about consumption. He directly let the cloak-lord enter the crystal cellar, put a pocket of crystals on the ground, and took out a thousand 800 kilograms of crystals, and placed them in the open area of ​​the farm. Toss, the Supreme Master had a great time.

The formulaic life makes it hard to feel the passage of time~www.novelmt.com~ Whether it is Yi Lin or the Supreme Master, at least theoretically, he has almost mastered the other's knowledge.

Why is it almost?

Take Yi Lin as an example. Yi Lin knows the principle of all the spells released by the wizard. But unlike the mage, he lacks the worship and understanding of those high-ranking bigwigs. In the words of the Supreme Master: If you want to borrow the power of Weishandi, Domam and other bigwigs, you must first understand it, understand it, worship it, please it, and go deep into it. Otherwise, the big guys will not bird you.

Spring goes to summer solstice, summer goes to autumn.

In a blink of an eye, there is not much time left until this trial is over.

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