Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

"Don't keep licking me," Rong Mo protested softly and covered Xiu Jin's mouth.

The golden pupils of the black dragon bear his shadow, and the attributes of Rong Mo, Xiu Jin, and idiot are deeply ingrained.

Isn’t it said that the dragon is a symbol of evil?

He was as pure as Hina, but there was no trace of evil in him.

He let go of Xiu Jin, and the black dragon flapped its wings and wandered around him.

He seemed to be asking why he didn't hug him anymore.

Langdon opened the door with trepidation.

Two black magic bishops faced each other, holding their scepters, their hands trembling with excitement.

"Tower Master...have you summoned the evil dragon?"

As he spoke, he looked into the room and saw a faint light from the magic circle amidst the mess on the ground.

But the dragon was gone.

They didn't dare to ask. They couldn't feel wrong that the dark power of the evil dragon still had some power.

The evil dragon is different from ordinary familiars. It does not regard the summoner as its master, but only acts as a medium to fulfill the other person's wish.

So no one mentioned the disappearance of the evil dragon, for fear of offending the Lord of Darkness.

Langdon wanted to deny that he had not summoned him, then he opened his mouth.

Rong Mo suddenly stepped forward and changed his arrogant attitude. He smiled with a flattering smile on his face, "The tower master who summoned the evil dragon is the worthy king of the night. From now on, we don't have to be afraid of those guys from the Magician Association."

Langdon's eyes widened in shock, not understanding why Rong Mo was trying to disguise himself in front of these two people. He saw Rong Mo raise his head slightly and blink at him under the cover of his magic robe.

"..."

Brother, is this hinting to him?

Langdon was very smart. He rolled his dark eyes and shut his mouth.

Although I don’t know what my brother is going to do, there is definitely nothing wrong with talking less.

Langdon had been wandering for many years, and he had seen all kinds of people. Those black magicians seemed to be very kind to him, but he vaguely felt that their intentions were not pure.

My brother is different from them.

It's very comfortable to be with his brother. Even though his brother doesn't look like a good person, he can be sure that his brother is not a bad person.

And he cares very much about the Magicians Association that his brother mentioned.

His mother's death was related to the Magicians Association. He had always wanted to investigate, but without enough power, he couldn't even touch the door of the Magicians Association.

The struggle between the black magician and the magician has been going on for a long time. They still call themselves the master of the tower. Maybe he can use the black magician to contact the magician association?

There was a flash of light in the young man's eyes, which was easily captured by Rong Mo, and the corners of his lips under the cloak were slightly raised.

Sure enough, he saw the right person.

He is a smart kid.

"My dear, have you forgotten that your grandfather is the president of the Magician Association?" Bai Tuanzi couldn't help but remind him.

To draw Langdon's attention to the Magicians Association, wouldn't it mean that one's own people are beating one's own people?

Left hand against right hand?

"He just wanted to find out the cause of his mother's death. His mother was not killed by Duke Berg."

There is no conflict between the two.

He intends to train Langdon. Firstly, he has the value to train. As a black magician, they belong to the same camp. If the identity of the Son of Doom is still exposed in the future, he also has the capital to make a comeback.

The magic tower will be his protection.

Secondly, in order to guard against another general under Imire, the great magician of the Magician Association, Widley Garfield.

Bai Tuanzi didn't understand, "He's been with you since childhood, and he's also Duke Berg's favorite student. What are you trying to do to prevent him?"

The original owner and Widley had no grudge against each other since they were kids.

It felt that Widley was the best one among the three to instigate rebellion.

Rong Mo didn't think so, "He has such a good relationship with the original owner, why would he join the camp of the Son of Luck?"

This kind of betrayal is worse than strangers siding with each other. In the world line, the original owner was executed in the end, and the boy watched from the sidelines.

He didn't want to bother with Widley at all. With his level of appreciation of people, he could eliminate him without even meeting him.

The bishop asked Langdon to exchange pleasantries, and his words could not hide his excitement. Langdon had a clear goal and no longer resisted the black magician.

When he got off the donkey, he pretended that the black dragon was summoned by himself to shorten the distance between him and the black magician.

The two of them tacitly reached a consensus.

The bishop was so happy that he cast an appreciative look at Rong Mo, "Jeff, you have done a great job."

It is an honor to be praised by the bishop. Before the tower owner appeared, the bishop was the person in charge of the magic tower.

The biggest difference between black magicians and magicians is that they have a strict hierarchy and are overly united.

No one wants to fight openly and covertly for the supreme power.

There are not many of them, and they only strive for the continuation of the black magician.

They are more of a disciplined organization than black magicians.

One of the bishops said to Langdon respectfully: "You have a good rest today. I will officially teach you combat magic tomorrow."

They recognized Landon's talent.

Langdon knew that the evil dragon had not been summoned by himself. He had not learned basic magic yet, so he was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

Rong Mo coughed twice, returned to his thoughts, and nodded, "Okay..."

Langdon hesitated and glanced at the glass behind him. The beautiful top of the tower was now leaking from all sides and became tattered.

Can you still live here?

The two bishops covered their hearts with painful expressions on their faces. The glass on the top of the tower was made of rare magic materials and was very expensive. It had been passed down from generation to generation by tower owners, and no one had ever demolished the house.

They could only take a deep breath and smile uglier than crying, "We will arrange another room for you right now."

Langdon hummed, ran to Rong Mo and pulled his sleeves. He turned back to them and said, "I want to sleep with Jeff."

"What?", the bishop's face suddenly became ugly, hiding in the magic robe like two ghost messengers who are seducing people and demanding their lives...

The tower master is the tower master, the leader of the black magicians. He does not need any extra emotions. He keeps a clear head and leads the black magicians to regain their past glory. This is the responsibility of the tower master.

"Jeff is not qualified to live with you," the bishop sternly rejected Langdon's request.

The cold tone startled Langdon. He was still a child after all. He subconsciously grabbed Rong Mo's sleeve and stood there hesitantly.

"Tower Master, my subordinates will teach you basic magic as usual tomorrow." Rong Mo took the initiative to break the deadlock.

The bishop wanted to say that there was no need to teach elementary magic, but another bishop stopped him and gave him a wink. .

The tower master has just returned and summoned an evil dragon, so don't put too much pressure on him.

The other bishop moved his lips and remained silent.

Without the dragon, they would have forced Langdon to stay here.

When the evil dragon comes into the world, they have no idea. If they push too hard and force people away, it will be difficult to find them.

With Rong Mo's signal, Langdon relaxed and obeyed obediently.

The two bishops were not happy because of Langdon's compromise. Instead, they looked at Rong Mo deeply.

Feeling the malicious gaze, Rong Mo sighed helplessly.

It's still being watched.

"Jeff, please go down first," the two sent them away, obviously not wanting him to have too much contact with Langdon.

"Yes"

Rong Mo didn't want to attract too much attention and left under Langdon's disappointed eyes.

Langdon was taken to another room. This room did not have the luxurious and wide view from the top of the tower. The entire layout made people feel depressing. It was filled with classical reliefs and dark murals.

It was so gloomy that Langdon didn't want to live here.

The bishop took him to the room and left.

He was alone in the huge space. When he lit the candle, he realized that there was still a place that couldn't be filled with light.

Darkness is shrouded here, as if they were born to be dark.

Langdon turned off the light and nestled his little one in the chair. The bed was too big.

It was so big that he couldn't touch the sides when he lay on it, and it was so big that he wouldn't feel warm even if he wrapped himself tightly in a quilt.

The bishop's cold eyes came to mind.

Langdon fell into deep self-doubt. Can he really let those guys help him?

They don't look like they're easy to talk to.

Langdon touched the badge hanging around his neck, tears welling up in his eyes.

Mom, what should Langdon do...

"rustle…"

There was a slight noise in the room, and Langdon looked around warily like a frightened animal.

In the completely darkened room, the murals hanging on the walls looked even more terrifying.

A hazy black shadow appeared in front of the window.

Langdon's heart was in his throat and he tried his best to reduce his sense of presence.

Then a small dragon with wings appeared next to the black shadow.

Langdon opened his eyes wide, held back tears, and ran out of the chair in surprise, "Brother!"

Rong Mo looked at the figure running back toward him in the darkness, snapped his fingers, and all the lights in the room turned on.

The darkness was dispelled in an instant, stretching the figure of my brother very long.

"Run slower, what are you doing on the chair?"

Langdon threw himself into Rong Mo's arms, while Xiu Jin watched from the side. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he grabbed Langdon's collar with his claws and threw Langdon out without any effort.

"Ouch!"

it hurts!

Langdon rubbed his butt that hurt from the fall, bared his teeth, threw his black dragon in front of his brother, and mouthed at him menacingly.

"whisper!"

The three of them were silent at the same time.

No deterrent.

The veins on Xiu Jin's forehead were pulsing. He hated this body!

Rong Mo came back to his senses and suppressed his laughter. Seeing the fire burning in the evil dragon's eyes, he quickly hugged him and comforted him, "Langdon didn't mean any harm. You don't need to be so vigilant."

Xiu Jin was unmoved. He simply didn't like the idea of ​​summoning his own guy with someone else's breath on him.

"Is Langdon not broken?"

Langdon shook his head and got up from the ground. He still looked at Rong Mo with longing eyes, but he didn't dare to step forward rashly.

He could feel that the dragon didn't like him.

Langdon blinked his big eyes and watched as Rong Mo hugged the dragon and found a chair to sit down on.

He followed suit.

Langdon seemed to have something to say to him. He moved his lips several times without opening his mouth.

Rong Mo knew that Langdon didn't fully trust him yet.

They had only met once before, and the attachment Langdon showed now was just a temporary solace in a strange environment, magnified infinitely.

Rong Mo didn't intend to reveal his purpose now, so he took out the elementary black magic book from earlier and placed it in front of Langdon.

"This is the magic knowledge I compiled for you. Langdon is smart and doesn't need to be stressed." Rong Mo touched Langdon's head.