the end of the heavens

Russell's eyes widened, not understanding what happened, and looked at the king in doubt.

Wang bowed slightly: "Supreme Master, according to your request, I made him suffer a little bit, knowing that it is not so easy to enter Karma Taj."

"Uh, didn't you break it? No, you didn't reveal your identity, did you?"

Russell's face was strange, the suffering was really simple and rude.

"Please rest assured that the injuries on his body were not caused by me, but by a group of hooligans. I belong to the passers-by who do what is right."

Russell: (one `` one)

Why do you look very skilled?

Wang smiled slightly: "Master Ding Yi taught me how to lead a layman to the right path. This is the duty of an assistant. This is the first time for me to actually do it. I used to watch other mages do it."

No, you have been led astray!

Russell wiped off his cold sweat, and sure enough, the worldly experts are all fake, and the hardships and hardships on the road to school are also routines.

"Supreme Master, how to deal with this person, do you want to play it again?"

"No, send him to the hall, and I'll do the rest!"

The corners of Russell's brows twitched slightly. Seeing Wang's thick hands and feet, he couldn't help saying for Strange: "Be careful to handle it with care, don't make it crippled."

"Please don't worry, I have held hands many times and I am very familiar with it."

8 Thirty Chapters: Inheritance of the Supreme Master from Generation to Generation

"Hmm~"

In a daze, Strange only felt the stinging pain on his face. He slightly shook his head and opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on the cold floor.

This is an antique hall with wooden beams on the top, ink paintings and calligraphy on the walls, and vase decorations on the bookshelves. The charm is deep and the artistic conception is long.

Although he can't read it!

There are two portraits hanging on the wall in the center, an old man with white hair and a young man with black hair and black pupils, the contrast between the old and the young is sharp, but they give people a very similar feeling.

Strange looked at it for a while, and realized that this kind of similarity is called temperament, and it seems that they can't be provoked..., they are extraordinary people.

On the table in the main hall, incense and green smoke are curling up, and the air is filled with a special smell, not the fragrance of flowers, refreshing and refreshing, as if taking the body and mind away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The owner here must be a worldly expert!

If you are more courageous, this is Karma Taj, the pure land where mages live in seclusion!

Strange's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly got up from the ground regardless of the pain in his body, but when he turned around, he saw a ns-3 robot!

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Strange rubbed his eyes to confirm that he was not mistaken, it was indeed ns-3, the most expensive and most advanced robot on the market.

The ns-3 robot nodded slightly to Strange, carried the watering can to water the green plants in the house, and then took out the scissors to trim the branches carefully.

Strange was dumbfounded, did the worldly masters keep up with the times so closely?

Before he finished his daze, two ns-3 robots entered the arena, one with a feather duster and a rag, and the other with a broom and mop, and began to clean the hall.

"This is too extravagant..."

Strange didn't know what to say anymore. The price of ns-3 was very high. During the pre-sale, the price could be sky-high for one place, but it turned out that there were three of them in one family.

"Please drink tea!"

The fourth ns-3 appeared, handed over a teacup, and filled Strange with a teapot.

"..."

Strange choked on his words, although it was very abrupt, but there was no rule that the worldly masters could not be rich.

But this is too rich!

For a moment, Strange was a little flustered, feeling that he had sold himself and couldn't afford the consultation fee of the expert.

"biu biu biu~~~"

"Supreme Master, your technique is really powerful, I am no match at all."

"No, you're too good at it."

"That's what you said!"

A conversation sounded from behind the screen, and Strange was shocked when he heard the word 'Supreme Mage'.I don't know what to do, but it sounds like an outsider, who will definitely heal his hand.

He stepped forward quickly, went around the screen, and stayed for a while, only to see two super-large monitors with triple screens back to back, and two black-haired Asians sitting opposite each other, holding handles and fiercely pecking at each other.

Strange: ∠(°ゝ°)??

These two... are these the sons of a high-ranking family?

"Outsider, are you awake?"

Seeing Strange, Wang Da was overjoyed and dropped the game controller. He is not a person who knows how to play games, he is a standard noob.

He used to think it was very difficult to win, but today he found it even more difficult to lose!

But he had to lose, because Master Ding Yi repeated orders and repeatedly emphasized what the Supreme Master was, if he offended... Bah, if he played super-level and won a small game, he would never be able to get mixed up in Karma Taj in the future.

Wang worked hard and tried every means to make his loss less obvious. Just when he was sweating profusely and felt that he was about to lose his hold on winning, Strange came.

Savior!

"It's you!?"

Seeing Wang's seemingly honest face, Strange turned pale with fright, and took several steps back.

"What's the matter, do we know each other?"

Wang thumped in his heart, scratched his head, and showed a simple and honest smile.

"It's you, you are with the group of people who beat me, I saw it all." Strange panicked, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Today, as usual, he looks for Kama Taj with a devout heart.

I didn't think about it, I didn't provoke anyone, and suddenly a group of gangsters jumped out. When they caught him, they gave him a fat beating.

Based on Strange's experience as a doctor, he judged that this group of people was organized and premeditated, and the strength of their strikes was precise. Although the blows were hard but not fatal, they were obviously trained professionally, and they definitely did not seek faults for no reason.