The full-level boss holds the cannon fodder script

Chapter 183 The Wizard Is Here [11]

He pointed to behind Xie Jiran.

Before Xie Jiran could react, the black room that had been split behind him had condensed together again, attacking from behind Xie Jiran, he didn't notice it for a while, and fell firmly on the ground.

At this moment, Xie Zhao's slow voice came slowly: "...be careful behind."

Xie Jiran thumped the ground angrily.

Xie Zhao didn't have any expression on his face. After so long, he knew Xie Jiran's temper too well. He was talented and savvy, but his temperament was unstable and he liked to show off.

The boy stood under the tree, picked up the book in his hand and looked down.

With a tall and slender figure, the simple movement of holding the scroll seems to have distanced himself from the world. Xie Zhao seems to have been staying in his own small world, keeping a distance from everything in the world.

Xie Jiran got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and looked at Xie Zhao from the corner of his eye.

Even after watching Xie Zhao for so long, he couldn't help but marvel every time he saw Xie Zhao's face. It was so delicate and beautiful that it didn't look like a real person.

Xie Zhao has always been cold and distant, his delicate and beautiful face is always cold, like an unkind doll.

Xie Jiran touched his nose, but Xie Zhao was used to it, so he didn't care.

Picking up the sword that was blown away, Xie Jiran sat down at the stone table, wiped his sword, and couldn't help sighing: "If the master knows that I still look like this after practicing for so long, I'm afraid he will punish me. "

Xie Zhao paused while reading the book, and his eyes shifted a little.

He didn't get a response, Xie Jiran didn't take it seriously, he poured himself a cup of tea, and then said: "Xie Zhao, you said that we have both been apprentices for so long, and I have grown from this little to this tall."

Xie Jiran made a gesture that was about the same height as the table, then stretched out his arms and raised it up, comparing himself to his current height.

Xie Zhao put down the scroll in his hand, looked at Xie Jiran quietly, pursed his lips, and said in a loud voice, "What do you want to say?"

Knew it.

Xie Jiran thought that only the person who mentioned the matter of the master would give him some response.

"I said, Guangying was about five or six years old when we became disciples, and it is almost ten years now." Xie Jiran held the cup in his hand, shook it gently twice, and said softly: "Ten years, it has been ten years." ”

It was rare for him to sigh that the time had passed so quickly.

Xie Zhao said nothing, and slowly lowered his eyes, suppressing the emotion in his eyes.

"For ten years, Master's appearance has never changed." Xie Jiran said: "I used to stand with her like a sister and brother, but now they all look like people of the same age."

From the time she was taken in as a disciple when she was young, to when they both grew up into teenagers, her appearance never changed for ten years.

Xie Zhao paused, "She's a wizard from the mountains, so there's nothing surprising about that."

"That's right, a wizard, an immortal wizard." Xie Jiran laughed, "Maybe when we turn into a handful of loess, the master will still look like this."

As soon as these words came out, both of them were silent.

Xie Zhao pursed his lips: "Why do you bring this up so well?"

"I suddenly came up with this idea." Xie Jiran's voice gradually lowered: "I just can't help but wonder if the master will accept other apprentices in the future. After all, her life is so long, if she accepts new apprentices , no matter how I say it, I can be regarded as a big brother—”

His voice became lower and lower, and finally fell silent.

The two sat on both sides of the stone table, but there was the same silence.

(End of this chapter)