"Haha, isn't this the respectable former president?
Just relax and let’s talk! "
As an uninvited guest, Myrobalan does not have the minimum grace of a guest.
He suddenly sat down on the large chair behind the large desk, put his legs on the former president's luxurious mahogany desk, and looked between his feet at the pale, bald old man.
Angus' body cannot move, but his mind and body are not affected:
"Who are you? I don't know you. You should also be a powerful federal mage. You must act according to the rules of the federation.
If you have any demands, I can help you coordinate. Although I am not the president now, I still have a certain influence! "
What Angus is most worried about is that the other party will be a killer hired by an opposing force or the loser in the distribution of interests.
In the Federation, there are many precedents for presidents to be assassinated while in office or after leaving office.
The blond young man's feet on the desk were shaking happily. He looked at the nervous Angus and seemed to have forgotten to unblock him:
“I know you were a ridiculously stupid being when you were president.
Of course, my evaluation does not mean that you are any more ridiculous than the one on stage now.
Well, he has a pretty good talent for cultivation, but a guy who spends all his time lying on women is quite qualified to pretend to be a stud, but to be a mage is a joke!
I really don’t understand. You are already this old, so those few seconds of trembling are so important? I don’t see you giving birth to more children. "
There was a sense of shame and anger in Angus's eyes, but there was nothing he could do about it.
His body was imprisoned, and he could only stare at the young man with a leisurely manner and continue to humiliate himself.
"It should have been in the early winter of the 112th year of Shenqi. Not long after it snowed, I was still in the main square and listened to your speech and responses to the media.
That ridiculous army of volunteer mages was a great idea thought up by your bald man with only a few brain cells? "
Angus was even more embarrassed, but also worried.
If the other party is a mage's family member who went to the Dongri Kingdom on a whim to support the war and successfully left his life there, then he may have to face the other party's resentment and revenge.
Myrobalan seemed to be satisfied with Mr. President’s play, and threw out a message with a smile:
"It must be an accident that you awakened your mage ability. Did you encounter something?
A ball of light, or do you wake up from a dream and learn everything by yourself? "
Angus's eyes were a little frightened, as if he had seen through all the good luck he had in the past.
"However, this is not important. When I meet a guy like you, the so-called God Lord is not lucky enough... There is one biggest opportunity for you. It is more interesting than being the president of the Federation. Are you interested? ?”
Without waiting for Angus to reply, Myrobalan shook his head slightly:
"Forget it, this matter is not something you can decide. It doesn't matter whether you are interested or not."
Just when Angus was feeling uneasy, he discovered that next to the blond young man, there was a tall old man with dark green eyes.
Angus looked at the familiar old faces in horror, oh, three faces.
He thought he must be crazy!
The venerable Pope, who has not appeared in front of the world for a long time, actually has three faces!
Myrobalan didn't seem to care about Gregorian's appearance at all, and packaged the information he had and threw it to Angus:
"In this situation, you are not you, I am not me, and the Pope is not the Pope. Anyway, they are the bearers of other people's will. We have also thrown our strategy to you. I will give you ten minutes to think about it. .”
Gregor accidentally discovered that the message that Myrobalan packed and threw out did not block him. After receiving it, he checked it and finally understood that Myrobalan had nothing to hide in this matter. Even he and the Pope successively devoured and fused Any consequences that may lead to loss of control are also reported.
The former president, who was instantly shocked by the massive amount of information and was shaken to his core, was stunned for a few minutes before finally coming back to his senses.
Angus found that he could move, but he had no idea of calling in the guards.
It was more about weighing the pros and cons, and even the Pope showed up.
Today is not April Fool's Day, there is no room for change.
Oh, Lord God, I am actually one of His thirty-six carriers!
Yes, Mr. Harile was right. This is indeed a more exciting and fulfilling opportunity than being the president. This is an extraordinary turning point in his life!
Angus is keenly aware of opportunities and crises.
As a senior politician, I instantly understood his current situation.
If you don't agree, well, Mr. Harile or the Pope don't mind integrating one more.
If you agree, you will have the opportunity to form a stable triangle relationship with these two gentlemen. From now on, everyone will rely on their own abilities and wait for opportunities to devour the smart genius from the East.
"Two respected adults, I am willing to do what you want, please teach me how to do it."
Myrobalan glanced at the Pope.
Gregory had a gloomy face.
Myrobalan threw the special swallowing spell to Angus.
After a moment, Angus's expression changed drastically.
Beads of sweat appeared on his fat face and bald head.
After mastering this technique, it means that he has been awakened by myrobalan.
When he looked at the two of them again, his feelings were completely different.
It was a kind of shock to the soul of a weak herbivore when he saw a natural enemy.
Looking around again, everything was different from before. Countless objects, in his eyes, were already an alternative energy existence.
He even felt the existence of several other carriers in this Xixuan world in an instant.
He knelt down on one leg tremblingly, just like the knights of the old era, and swore an oath to two extremely powerful beings:
"Please rest assured, I will definitely seize the time and complete the task as soon as possible!"
"Haha, you will definitely enjoy it!
Devouring, eating people, haven't you Angsa white demons always had this tradition?
In the old days, didn't your ancestors grind the mummies from the pyramids into powder and use them as magic medicine... Haha..."
The blond young man laughed happily.
The old man with three faces glanced at the myrobalan.
He cursed in his heart, if you don't look at yourself, you don't seem to be the so-called white devil.
"Give you a month, if you can't solve the problem, we will come and solve it for you."
The old man stared at Angus and disappeared.
Myrobalan smiled very happily, and disappeared even in his laughter.
It wasn't until he returned to the hut left by Felix and Lying on the recliner where Felix used to lie, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
The recliner that was shattered into dust by the pope's wave might be different from the one under him that he had reassembled, but Myrobalan didn't care too much.
The only thing he cared about was that he could no longer listen to the nagging of the Felixes.
His eyes were cold, looking toward the northeast.
He understood that the key to His real layout was that there were actually three carriers that were crucial.
Tolerant, without a tolerant, no matter which bearer devours the other, it will lose control.
Geniuses, without geniuses, the meaning of dividing the past does not exist. Only geniuses are wise mage.
Reincarnation, that is the key to keeping all consciousness immortal and recovering all memories and authority.
However, the souls of the reincarnations he saw at this moment were so weak that they could be ignored.
Myrobalan gives me a little headache.
Is the reincarnation reincarnated again?
Or has he never grown up at all?
A reincarnator will not be confused, he should know everything.
Could it be that he deliberately left his soul incomplete to escape his fate?
How long does this have to wait?
…
The imperial capital.
Wei Ling and the other three returned to the familiar lakeside villa with Xuantai, Scrophulariaceae, Wangyue, Hu Yanyu and Gui Che.
The yin-yang-faced boy was interested in everything with his master by his side, and showed signs of being a talkative. Both Wei Ling and Li Lingyou were a bit over the top.
Welling regretted a little. If he had known earlier, it would have been better for this guy to be divided into two six- or seven-year-old children. At least they could quarrel with each other and not bombard others.
Fortunately, Hu Yanyu and Shou Gong were extremely patient and would always give Gui Che detailed answers.
Several elders from the Li clan, including Li Yuanming, took the time to come over and look at this little guy out of curiosity. It was really rare for the Yu clan to successfully transform.
The little guy was polite and courteous to everyone. The clan leader and the elders all went back with satisfaction, secretly sighing that the Li clan had gained another high-end power in the future.
Wei Ling was finally relieved.
Just when Wei Ling and Li Lingyou felt that they should go to work in the inspection department and accept new tasks, Xie Wudi unexpectedly invited them, hoping to meet Wei Ling and Shou Gong.
Naturally, Wei Ling and the other three agreed immediately. After all, Xie Wuyi was still a non-staff elder of the Lingxian Sect. They didn't take the initiative to invite them to the meeting this time, which already seemed a bit strange.
If she took the initiative to make an appointment for dinner and the three of them didn't go, it would be unreasonable.
Xie Wuyi still chose Guishu, Xilin, as the meeting point.
The three of them were invited to go, and the high-end courtyard hidden between the two nunneries of Zhenxin nunnery and Zhenhua nunnery was still quiet and quiet like an urban paradise.
After being rewarded by the maid, it was still Manjing who came out to greet her. There were not many guests from the imperial capital who could be welcomed by her in person, but the guests invited by Xie Wuyi must be among them.
Ten years have passed, and this sorceress who had a hard time in her early years still wears a green robe, has slender eyebrows, a pretty face, and a shiny face:
"Oh, Shishiro, Mr. Welling, and the palace guard girl, you are here, and your style is even better than before. You are really at an enviable age!"
The three of them chatted with Manjing with smiles and followed her into a very elegant and private room.
At a glance, Wei Ling saw Xie Wudi, who was smiling and narrowing her eyes. There were two people beside her.
They are all acquaintances. One is a handsome young man, still Ji Changshan, who is wearing a black warlock robe with a golden dragon pattern. The other one is naturally the tall princess Ji Hubo with a slightly heroic face. .
Wei Ling and the other three people first nodded to Xie Wuyi who was smiling, and then they all bowed to Ji Changshan and Ji Hubo and saluted:
"I've met the eldest princess and His Royal Highness the prince!"
Ji Changshan had already jumped in front of Xie Wuyi, stood up, and returned the gift to Wei Ling and others:
"Oh, Brother Welling, don't be so polite, we are all old friends!"
Xie Wuyi and Ji Hubo looked at each other with smiles, and had no power to stop Ji Changshan's self-confidence.
Xie Wuyi smiled and gestured to the three of them:
"Please sit down and be casual. We are all old friends. At least what I said is not wrong. As for what my cousin said, you can question it, haha."
Ji Changshan immediately expressed his dissatisfaction. He and Wei Ling had drank together ten years ago and were considered old friends.
Wei Ling, Li Lingyou and Shou Gong naturally knew their temperaments, so they all sat down casually with smiles on their faces.
When he saw that Ji Hubo was also present, Wei Ling felt a little happy.
