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Fang Shijing x Wei Chen!Fang Shijing x Wei Chen! ! ! !

Fang Shijing x Wei Chen! ! ! ! ! ! !

Since today, it has been more than 300 years...

He has been in this frontier for more than 300 years. From the moment he cut through the waves and looked around, he was forced to dock at this pier and watched the originally barren pier gradually prosper. It has been more than [-] years.

He is one of the oldest living cities, and the number of voyages is probably hundreds of times more than that of the most intelligent and traveled adventurers of mankind, until he was forced to be crucified on this border.

"I'm not reconciled..."

The bloodline that could bind him became weaker and weaker from generation to generation. They moved out of the tower in the center of the living city and moved to a luxurious palace. The abandoned tower was gradually neglected.

"Even you don't want to go out..."

He looked at the negative-winged viper coiled around the top of the tower as if he had suffered some grievance, and from time to time grinded his teeth on the pointed tiles, and sighed helplessly.

The first warlock who stepped here planted a puppet tree next to the tower, and the warlock and his adventurer partners rearranged the long-abandoned warlock tower, bringing him what he can feel, News from beyond the living city.

One warlock, two warlocks, three warlocks...

Swordsman, fighter, elementalist, mage, healer...

Even the priests who are extremely strictly governed by the holy city have set foot here.

The adventurers lit a bonfire on the first floor and exchanged their information and experiences in a circle. He stopped in the living city like a sponge in water, and greedily recorded all the available information about the mainland.

He watched as the number of awakened people began to increase, and finally someone looked up and saw Hecate with his head tilted at the top of the tower.

The bloodline power capable of awakening the agreement was too weak to hear his call, and he used Hecate's fangs to engrave half of the emblem on the chest of a warlock he could recognize for the first time.

The half emblem is his pair of eyes, which followed the warlock to all the places he could go, and engraved on the bodies of more like-minded adventurers.

What he admits, the living city will give him protection.

The name Blue Rain is being mentioned by more and more people on the mainland. It comes from his abundant seafood, snow-white sea salt, colorful flowers, and exotic ingredients...

And, the Warlock there.

There is a holy place for warlocks, and the tower gives them the protection and blessing of the God of Darkness, and in the name of God, allows them to walk safely in darkness and death.Warlocks, mages, priests, and healers are often the most knowledgeable scholars in an adventure group. Even if they are as ruthless as others when killing people and robbing goods, it makes them behave like a jade-faced Shura, which is pleasing to the eye.

It is impossible to go far in this career path without a large collection of books and meditation.

Warlocks are good at alchemy, and they use the right to use the undead elements to lay down one erosion trap after another.

He observes the tone of voice and tone of all living beings, and guesses the human heart and human nature...

he wants……

Man is an extremely greedy creature. He feels that after being in contact with people for a long time, he also seems to have desires.

The conditions for becoming a warlock are extremely harsh, requiring extremely high talent and strong mental power.The years went by, but there were no more than [-] warlocks who could step into the Warlock Tower and enter the attic on the top of the tower. He bestowed the emblem on these people and promised them the ability to manipulate the Warlock Tower. Bring the hexagram to a wider world.

But wherever the sorcerer passes by, the mark of the dark night will be left behind.

Until the arrival of a young man, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a fluttering chicken in the other, he kicked open the dilapidated gate of the Warlock Tower cursingly, and sat unceremoniously in the lobby on the first floor of the Warlock Tower.

Hecate seemed to have sensed something, and meandered down the corridor hidden in the shadows.

"What the hell..." The young man tugged at his obviously ill-fitting clothes, "The poor old man will let me come here if he dies, he has no food, no money and no women, call me to this wilderness What are you doing?"

Through the snake's eyes, he saw the valuable but messy coat, and remembered that it seemed to be a reward he gave to the warlock who struggled to climb to the top of the tower 50 years ago.It was woven from the devil vines that crawled on the corner of the tower and ground into hair-thin threads. It was one of the belongings of the last warlock he recognized, who moved here a few months before his death.

It seems... his place is about to become a burial place for top warlocks. Almost all recognized warlocks have to crawl back alone after struggling and crawling before they die. Give it to him, and finally closed his eyes with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I have to trouble him to open up a special stone room to store the bones of these people...

"What is it?" The boy suddenly stood up fiercely and stared at the shadow, "Come out, or..."

A bat plunged into the shadows and slammed into the stone wall with a solid thud.

Hecate hovered around the outer layer of the tower aggrieved, as if the little bat was especially suitable for his dinner.Then when she opened her mouth wide and waited for the prey to throw herself into the net, she was carried out of the tower cleanly by the unscrupulous living city spirit.

"Huh," the young man picked up the bat that was screaming in pain, and stuffed it into his arms, but rubbed his hands firmly against the wall, "What material is this made of? Spiritual body, does the formation hurt? If it doesn't hurt, give me another hit."

squeak!

"If it hurts, you have to hit it."

……

"Hey, pretend to be dead?" He picked up the tip of the bat's wing and dragged it out of his arms, throwing it onto the stone wall one after another, only to find that it really couldn't penetrate through walls and buildings like usual.

"This place is really fucking evil..." He groped in his arms for a while and showed a particularly wild smile, "It seems that there is a reason why the old ghost still thinks about this place and asked me to bring the ashes back."

The boy stood on the first floor of the tower, trying to see the top floor clearly, holding the urn of the dead warlock in his hand.

He looked at the urn with some headaches, and...

Floating over the urn with a particularly flattering smile, staring precisely at the undead where Hecate was hiding.

The stone chamber gradually emerged, and the top warlocks of all ages chose to rest here for the last time, and that undead was no exception.

"...Damn it..." The young man tore his clothes, tried his best to put on a more solemn expression, and respectfully placed the urn at the door of the stone chamber, "Old ghost, get out of here... don't worry about it..." , so obvious undead fluctuations, I am also a warlock..."

Darkness engulfed that box, including the undead who got their wish.

a warlock...

The only warlock who can successfully enter the warlock tower in 50 years, he is still an awakened one.

Hecate wrapped around the tower, and the snake seemed to feel that the bat lying on the boy's head was particularly delicious.

A letter fell down, the boy frowned and directed his spiritual body to take the letter back, and found that it was his most precious emblem he had seen at the old ghost.

hexagram.

"Hey, letter of recommendation, no wonder the old man said there are good things..."

"Waiting for a letter and trying to send me away?! What about the travel expenses? Come out for me, old ghost!"

Since the day of his soul, he has never seen such an insatiable guy.

The young man was thrown out of the Warlock Tower by an unknown force holding his clothes by the collar. He angrily got up and kicked the dilapidated gate a few times to find that he really couldn't get in this time.viciously picked up the letter and the piece of wood that had been thrown on his head,

Since this is the rarest and most suitable material for a warlock staff...

"Wait, when I become the number one magician in the mainland, I won't be able to search for you. My name is Wei Chen!"

So your name is Wei Chen...

Hecate hid in Taneba and watched the back of the boy going away, watched him stop and go and started to take out the piece of soul wood with a smirk on his face, touched it again, wiped off his saliva, and ran back with all his might.

"Where's my chicken!! And the wine!!!!"

Hecate hiccupped and looked innocently at Wei Chen who was venting his anger at the door and couldn't get in.

"Is it delicious?"

The snake nodded its head up and down.

"Do you want to..."

Do you want to travel in the mainland like them, not just hearing those legends is enough, not just recording those adventures is enough, do you want to step into this world, and then become a member of even the most ordinary life?

Hecate wraps around his wrist, from fingertips to arm and then half chest...

Where the Negative Wing Viper drifted away, there was an extra figure.

In the quiet corridor inside the tower, there was an extra warlock.The negative-winged viper, which was only as thick as a finger, quietly flapped its wings, curled up his hair with its snake tail, and followed him down the top of the tower step by step.

For the first time, he used a human perspective to describe this continent and this city. He heard new legends in the hotel, poked the sprouting plants with his own hands, and drank a sip of foamy beer.

He looked at the face in the mirror, and reached out to touch it with some uncertainty.

60 years since the death of the last top warlock.

"Hello," the door of the Warlock Registration Center was pushed open, and the well-dressed young man handed out an envelope with the emblem of the Warlock Tower stamped on it, "If I remember correctly, I should be No. 20 No. [-] A high-level warlock has been recognized by the warlock tower..."

"My name is Fang Shijing."

The staff at the registration center paused, and suddenly excitedly searched for something with some surprise on their faces.

"Today is really... wonderful news for the God of Warlocks."

"I'm really sorry, because the announcement has not been issued, I have to correct your statement again. You are the No. 20 eight high-level warlocks recognized by the Warlock Tower..."

"Today, two recognized high-level warlocks came all at once. The No. 20 No. [-] high-level warlock just left not long ago..."

A high-level warlock who has not been recognized for nearly 60 years came to register and authenticate two within one day.

"It's really..." Fang Shijing lowered the brim of his hat, letting the shadow cover the upper half of his face, "Interesting."