In a hidden basement somewhere in Rogge's camp, countless glass bottles filled with constantly churning colorful liquids or gases are connected by very small tubes. Their complexity is like dozens of large and small gears in an expensive pocket watch. As if connected together, it gives people a dazzling feeling of delicate and precise structure.
In particular, a sign with the words "Lower Room for Farah" hanging on the door of the basement made the basement even more terrifying, as if it would explode and collapse at any time.
"This is a new experimental base developed by the greatest wizard in history who is as powerful as the Monster King. We call him the Witch King Farah."
Farah was wearing a dirty mage robe, with disheveled hair and a clay face. He held an empty bottle in his hand as a magic loudspeaker. He was singing a one-man show in a sullen manner. Just from the strange smell emanating from his body, you could tell that this old man had not taken a shower for several days.
"What's more important is that even Akara doesn't know here. That old fox doesn't know either. I don't know. Hum.
He seemed to be very happy. After half-talking and half-singing, this guy was like a break-dancing stick, humming a weird tune that made people feel like he was in the midst of a group of demons, twisting his waist and came to the door. In front of the test bench.
"Of course, the most important thing is that my experiment is about to be completed."
From the test bench, he took out a glass tube containing a strange bluish-yellow liquid, and Farah stood in front of the test bench. He opened his hands like a crazy leader, his beard trembling and said loudly, here, in this laboratory, in this precise kingdom made of glass, he is the king, he is the god. He is Old Glass.
"Wahahahahahaha!! It's coming out, it's coming out, this terrible experimental result."
Staring closely at the ends of the experimental equipment, there were two bottles containing one blue and one red liquid.
"It's terrible, it's terrible. I actually created such a terrible weapon. Maybe I will become a sinner in this world."
Farah, who had been completely immersed in his own world, suddenly stopped laughing and raised his head with a look of compassion.
"However, in order to deal with my old enemy and protect this dark continent, I will not hesitate to become a sinner for the ages."
Moving to the two bottles at the end, Farah gently pinched the first blue bottle, his expression downcast, as if he was holding a virus that could destroy the world.
"This potion,"
Farah shook the bottle, swallowed cautiously, and even flipped through an ancient book next to him with a complicated magic circle engraved on the cover, and then breathed out with certainty.
"As long as you drink a little bit, all the hair on your body, including your beard and hair, will be stripped off within three seconds, uh haha, uh hahahahaha!"
Just like the mad scientist who plays the role of the villain in the movie, Farah finished speaking with a gloomy look, then covered his forehead, raised his upper body and laughed crazily.
With a crisp "click", the weird little noises all over the laboratory stopped in shock. Farah gritted his teeth and covered his waist where the sound came from because he was tilted at too high an angle, and struggled to put the potion back to its original position. The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he let out a creepy laugh mixed with pain.
"Hehe, hehehe, phew, my waist, hehehehe. Old man Mu, I will make you proud. I will let you swing that disgusting white beard in front of me again in the future. Just add this to In the tea, drink a little bit of this, hey hey hey!! And the old drunkard woman, don’t even think about how dazzling her hair is as if it’s stained with dog blood, I’m here to get rid of harm for the people.”
Said. Farah made a severe gesture of beheading.
"I will turn you all into bald heads!".
As if imagining the old drunkard and old man Mu, naked and embarrassed, Farah laughed again.
"And this bottle."
Taking off another bottle of red liquid, Farah showed a solemn expression again.
"There is only a thin line between life and death. This sentence is indeed true. I didn't expect that the same experiment, with just a few minor changes, could produce two potions with completely opposite effects. The ocean of magic is really too profound. , I was just picking up shells on the beach."
Looking up and sighing, Farah started dancing.
"That's right, this bottle of potion is completely opposite to the one just now. Just rub a little bit on your chin and head. You can grow enviable, thick, black hair."
After finishing speaking, Farah gently shook his sparse hair head, as if a head of flowing and thick long hair really grew on it.
"Of course. It is not only effective for humans, but also for other animals. If the two medicines are used together, the herdsmen can harvest several times the wool and live a better life."
Putting the bottle back, Farah came to the test stand again and picked up the test tube containing the strange green-yellow liquid that he had just shown.
"Now. It's just the last step."
Moving to the experimental equipment, Farah carefully estimated the weight, poured the green-yellow liquid inside into the mouth of the bottle, and at that moment, activated the magic circle on the stage.
Under the light of that dreamy magic, the liquid followed the tube to the first bottle, mixed with the liquid inside, and the inside of the bottle suddenly expanded. The expanded and overflowing liquid continued along the connecting tube to the next bottle containing black gas. Transfer, turning the black gas into green gas, and the boiling green gas moves again along the two connecting pipes to the other two points, and so on.
It is conceivable that there are countless processes involved, no matter how complicated they are. After going through one process after another, the final compound will be poured into the last two bottles, one blue and one red, under the mutation of the magic circle. form the final
The experiment is about to enter its final and final stage, and the entire laboratory is instigated by the energy of the magic array. It started to tremble, but Farah seemed to be unknown. His focused eyes were still staring at the tumbling experimental equipment. He was muttering something to himself, writing quickly in his hand, recording a string of data in the blank. on the notes.
Finally, two metal droplets exuding a strange luster finally formed and slowly dripped into the two bottles. The light of the magic array on the entire test bench suddenly became overwhelming. Farah's eyes were fixed on the dripping liquid. When the trajectory fell into the red and blue liquid in the bottle and came into contact with each other, I finally couldn't help but raise my hands and cheer loudly.
"Finish
"Boom One!!"
At a certain location in the Mage Guild, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and in the next wave, a fire tornado composed of wind and fire broke out of the ground and soared into the sky with fierce power.
The mages on the distant mage tower looked at this scene and shook their heads. They continued to focus on the research at hand, as if they were accustomed to this situation.
After the explosion. The original secret basement has turned into a huge charred mud pit. In the mud pit, there is a piece of black coal, which can be seen as a human figure. It maintains a posture of raising its hands and cheering for long live. For a long time, it spit out a puff of black smoke from its mouth. Slowly fell down.
A cool breeze blew by. Two cool breezes blew by,
After countless gusts of cool wind, the piece of black coal finally stood up again and shook the dirt off its robe. By the way, he touched his dark face and found that several of his beards were mostly burnt. The muscles on the old face couldn't help but twitch with distress.
He slowly climbed up from the pit. There were several Rogge soldiers above him who were staring at him with smiles. He thought to himself that what Mr. Akara said was true. There was no need to go to Elder Farah. If there was an explosion, go there. You'll be sure to catch it as soon as you go.
"Lord Farah. Lord Akara sent an order to inform Lord Farah that if the experiment at hand has come to an end, should he return to the Mage Tower and complete the remaining serious research in peace and quiet?"
One of the leading soldiers bowed respectfully and conveyed Akara's words.
Cowardly, I will definitely not explode next time. "
Farah whispered, like a prisoner caught by the police, dejected and being escorted by several soldiers. Obediently walk towards the mage tower.
Suddenly, Farah's whole body shivered. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at the sky in the distance of Kurast. He twirled his beard inexplicably, as if he didn't know that he was the greatest magician in history. He is now facing the most serious image crisis in history.
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The vision returned to the square of the Elf King City. At this time, these simple elves were falling into a strange mentality.
It is really great that Her Royal Highness the Queen can marry that druid Wu Fan.
The abnormal behavior of Farah projected in the memory crystal seriously impacted the brains and sanity of these poor divination elves. They almost subconsciously thought that maybe their Queen was already married to the best and most normal person in the alliance. .
Humans are so terrible.
Recall the scene I just saw, the long ears of these self-proclaimed artists. They all felt a deep sense of awe.
If someone can do something to the extreme of being perverted and disgusting, then it can be called an art.
Although these two guys seemed to have done me a big favor, no, after all, their real purpose was to drive their common enemy Farah into the abyss. Helping me was just casual. It was unmistakable. The discordant voices that appeared from time to time must have been arranged by these two people. In order to make the situation go according to their planned script, they were lurking in the enemy's interior to play negative roles.
However, this is a typical example of what is called picking up sesame seeds and throwing away watermelons. Although the two people feel good about themselves and think that they have done a good thing for the alliance, in the process, the alliance has fallen into a more terrifying crisis of trust. , it is still up to Kane and Akara to wipe their butts.
Just as he thought about Kane, he heard Kane's roar coming from afar.
Then I saw a tank pass through my eyes.
correct. To use a gamer's way of describing it, it is the power of the tank in a certain group of four. After the horn sounded "Woo", he sprinted in a straight line with unparalleled power, firmly grasped the poor guy who was hit first, and then knocked up other poor guys in a straight line.
The old drunkard was the first poor guy, and Mu Laodonggua was the other poor guy. Oh, he flew up. Mu Laodonggua, who was as strong as a tree stump, was actually knocked up high.
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Covering my forehead with my hands, I watched in amazement as I followed the parabolic trajectory of a short figure flying more than ten meters into the air, and then fell to the ground like a pile of lint, rolled a few times, and stopped motionless. .
Dual control and perfect instant kill! ! ! !
It's hard to imagine that the thin Kane still has such strong strength. Looking at this energy, I'm afraid there will be no problem for this old man to live for another hundred years. This is the common thought in everyone's mind after seeing this scene.
etc! !
Suddenly something occurred to me, and I quickly chased after Kane's sprinting figure.
Mr. Wu, at this critical moment, you are the most loyal.
The old drunkard, who was still running straight with Kane holding his neck with one hand, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind, found me chasing after me from behind, and couldn't help but burst into tears. What is this called? This is called knowing the horse power from a distance. It takes time to see people's hearts.
Think of this. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand in front of her. Xiang scratched her eyes and showed her cry for help. At the moment when she opened her mouth, she was struck by the strong wind.
My magic weapon! !
Suddenly a vicious dog pounced on the food and caught the magic loudspeaker that was about to hit the ground at the critical moment. I breathed a sigh of relief, dusted myself off and stood up. I turned around and cast the angry and desperate eyes of the old drunkard. behind.
The day after the incident happened, with the repeated efforts of Kane and the elven leaders, Kane finally managed to save his image. As for the reasons they used, on the one hand, they vigorously promoted the power of Farah, and then showed some of Farah's research results. Establish him as a knowledgeable and strong master. After this image is established, the rest will not be important. The habit of respecting the strong in the Dark Continent will continue forever as long as the hell forces are not defeated for a day. , as long as you use the excuse "In a powerful organization, there will always be a strong person with an eccentric personality", you can get away with it.
I won’t complain about this familiar setting.
But, what none of us expected was. This time, the old drunkards and their mischief actually made these long-eared artists begin to use their independent and imaginative minds again, and then, two new schools of artistic thought were born.
The first school, to put it simply, is the idealistic style. Although it holds the same opinion as the other school and has given disgusting and terrifying comments to Farah's perverted videos, it still affirms Farah's pursuit of art? of burning soul. He believes that the attitude towards pursuing art should override the form of artistic expression.
Another school, on the contrary, is of course the aesthetic school. Their meaning is very simple. It is not your fault to be ugly, but it is your fault to look scary.
The two schools have been arguing about this for hundreds of years. Of course, their descendants have never admitted that their school was born because of a perverted video of a perverted old man.
This is just a small episode. The elves, known as the artistic race, have so many artistic schools. There are probably no less than tens of thousands of large and small schools. There are millions of large schools, and there are also unknown schools with only one person. Like the surreal flow, the natural flow, the romantic flow, the abstract flow, the convulsive flow, the flying sword flow,
Thanks to the efforts of both parties, the situation finally calmed down. Of course, the poor old man Farah may not know that he has become famous, and he is still happily hiding in a secret basement to study some weird experiments that will definitely end in an explosion.
The other thing I'm a little concerned about is that "Oh, yes, it's the super fine prince. Since the last time he gave me a pair of expensive gloves for free, he has never been seen again. Even the farce yesterday seems to have disappeared. Showing up, this disobedient behavior made me think more and more.
Could it be that this guy is working day and night to smash himself to death with this precious silk glove?
In this case, I must tell him. I am a man with a special physique that will kill him immediately if he is hit by more than 10,000 pairs of expensive silk gloves.
Time is passing by little by little, and the date of marriage is getting closer and closer. I can almost count down the seconds. The little ghost and the fox, the eternal enemies, are not idle. They fight and make trouble in my house every day. They tore down the house three times, from the inside to the outside, from under the tree to the top of the tree. I was among them and suffered a lot of damage. I could not rest peacefully for a whole day.
Then, finally, the wedding day arrived.
When I woke up in the morning, I found that the left side of my face was pressed by a small and cute jade foot, and the right side of my face was stamped by a white and delicate fist. The whole face was sandwiched in the middle, making a ridiculous look. of
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His body was covered with a fluffy fox tail, which he had probably subconsciously grabbed and covered in his sleep. Then, going down, another slender tail stretched across him, kicking the round buttocks of a certain fox on the other side. superior.
Of course, this fox has not been idle either. The racy fox tail that he had captured as a quilt, the tip of the fluffy tail, kept subconsciously twitching back and forth from side to side on the pretty face of a ghost saint who was resting on his lap, like a slap in the face. Of course, the power is small and pitiful, so it goes away.
Bi, a veritable impeachment! ! I burst into tears at this moment.
Last night's battle in the Forbidden City between these old enemies. In the end, I don’t know why, both of them seemed to deliberately involve themselves, who were watching from the sidelines. In the end, I don’t know what God unfolded, but these old enemies in fate actually joined forces to deal with me!
Wow, this is not the Bi I want.
After opening the little ghost's feet and the little fox's fist, I slowly sat up and looked in the mirror. Fortunately, no facial deformation occurred.
There is movement behind you. You don't have to look back. It must be the little fox. There is no doubt that the movement I just made can't be hidden from her as an assassin. As for the little ghost, if it were me, I would use it even when she was sleeping. Thousand Buddhas rubbed her face with his hands in one, two, and three movements, or blatantly took off her priest's robe. Even if she sleeps in the necklace, she may not be able to wake up even if she performs the absolutely abnormal and invincible rapid and crazy merry-go-round with a speed of 360 degrees per second.
"Bad guy!"
Sure enough, the familiar and charming voice that made the man's whole body tingle sounded from behind.
Looking back, the little fox was looking at him unblinkingly with his big eyes that were always shrouded in a seductive mist. For a while, he suddenly crossed his arms with pride and turned his face away.
“哼，坏蛋，少臭美了，我们昨晚可不是因为妒忌你和那个什么女王结婚，才商量好揍你的。”
Well, thank you for your tsundere attribute. I finally solved the mystery of last night's alliance between these two mortal enemies.
"My Tianhu Palace. It's not that Bian doesn't know. This is just a political marriage without emotions.
He gently held this cute little fox in his arms and smelled the alluring girl's body fragrance coming from her hair, like a love potion perfume.
The fragrance exuding from the little fox is the most special. Unlike other girls, it is faint at first, but if you continue to smell it deeply, your nose will not feel that the fragrance has become lighter because it is used to this fragrance, but instead It will become richer and richer, and what's even more strange is that it seems that depending on your mood, the fragrance you smell from the little fox is slightly different every time. However, no matter how the fragrance changes, there is only one final effect, and that is Seriously tempting male hormone secretion.
In a word, this little fox was born to tempt men to commit crimes. If he had been born in a peaceful era, he would have been his second slave, Sister Su.
"Huh, who knows? That queen is also a mainland twin star. She is beautiful and has a good temperament."
In my arms, this little fox kept whispering with strong jealousy.
Oops, His Highness Tianhu has made us so confident in his charm. Showing such a look, Dumao cough cough. Should Artoria be proud?
Smiling slightly, I couldn't help comparing the two people in my heart, but found that "there is no comparison at all."
Charming nature of two people. The difference is really huge, one is enchanting, one is dignified, one is cunning and wise, and the other is majestic. One is arrogant and the other is stupid.”
Ah, it seems that he said the last thing he should have said.
Therefore, the preference between two people can only depend on personal preferences. As for me, I still like the little fox more, not to mention the ups and downs that this little fox has accompanied me all the way, the true feelings of adversity I have experienced, and the accumulated experience. Deep feelings, let’s talk about Arturia.
To this king, tell the truth. I do like it, but not love, but respect. Respect her charisma, her great dreams, and her noble qualities.
As for talking about love, well, sorry. To be honest, in front of Artoria, a dead otaku with no ambitions and no bright future who spends all day dreaming about eating and drinking, please think about it yourself, you bastards. The faint phosphorescence formed by the corpse of a dead maggot is so dim in front of the hot and dazzling sun! !
I complained to myself in my heart, I lowered my head, slowly lifted up the little fox's pretty face, which could not conceal its worry and jealousy, but still tried to show off its indifference, and kissed her.
"Hmm, woo woo"
When the lips touch, the fragrance is like medicine and the extremely soft touch. If it were not for the will of the adventurer, an ordinary person would definitely lose his mind in an instant and turn into a lustful beast.
This gentle kiss seemed to make the fox feel at ease, and she felt that her own charm was greater. After they reluctantly let go, her eyes immediately gained a bit of arrogance and confidence that they should have in normal times, and they were soft and cute. The fox's big tail swung proudly, as if to say, humph, you bad guy, you have indeed surrendered to the charm of this fox. This is a matter of course.
"I'm hungry. I'm going to find something to eat. You bad guy, just starve to death."
With my hands in a pile, I left my arms. This beautiful fox faced me, wrinkled its nose delicately, and disappeared outside the door with a silvery laugh that could not be concealed.
Oh, just leave like this? I also want to hug and kiss you more.
He scratched his head in disappointment. I didn't immediately follow him to forage for food. Because I know that this little fox has a arrogant mouth but a virtuous heart. I will definitely bring back breakfast for three people later.
So, I set my sights on the little ghost, thinking about what ultimate method I should use to wake this little ghost up.
Normally, if she is hungry, it is possible to wake her up by putting a diamond in front of her nose, but the chance is not high.
With the mentality of giving it a try, I casually took out a broken diamond and squatted down next to her. The diamond just landed on the pretty nose of the little saint who was sleeping like a piggy, still a foot away. , she suddenly opened her silver eyes. Like a fish jumping out of the water to swallow the bait, it raised its head, opened its lips, and took the diamond in its hand, biting my finger with its sharp teeth.
Ouch! Ouch! ! Come on, you fierce piranha! !
I quickly flicked my finger in pain and finally got rid of the terrible bite of the little ghost. While blowing on the red and painful tooth mark, I stared at the little ghost. After I got rid of my finger, the little ghost The thing's head hung limply again, and only the bulging cheeks with diamonds in their mouths proved the reality of the scene just now.
"Woo, it's all Xiaofan's fault."
While covering his bulging mouth. The ghost said angrily as he chewed hard to prevent the diamonds from leaking out of his mouth.
After swallowing the last mouthful, the little ghost turned around and lay on the ground, took out a notebook and a quill, and recorded something on it.
Minato took a closer look and saw that this ghost was writing on it the morning of a certain day in a certain year and month with a force that seemed to have a grudge against the pen and paper. As soon as Xiaofan got up, he threw the beautiful elf maid who came to deliver breakfast on the bed, took off her clothes and then made a fuss. The above content was automatically blocked because it was extremely discordant.
Although I understand that this little ghost actually woke up early in the morning and saw the scene of me and the fox being intimate, and was dissatisfied, but this kind of aboveboard frame-up method,
how to say? It really has the style of a little ghost.
