Versatile Mage: I Awakened Nine Stars

This is not the first time that the villagers have heard about this history, but every time they hear it from the village chief, they always feel sad.

"Something's wrong," Lingling frowned and thought.

She found out the reason why the villagers were hostile to Jiuselu.

If the Nine-Colored Deer hadn't insisted on protecting the black dragon, nothing would have happened to this village.

It would be strange if he had to provoke the king and cause them to be resented.

However, a bigger doubt came.

Since ancient times, no dictator will tolerate anyone in his territory being left unchecked.

The existence of this village is undoubtedly a challenge to the king's supreme authority.

Even if the Nine-Colored Deer cannot be defeated and the army surrounds them without killing them, it will be enough to starve the village and completely disappear.

But why didn't the king kill him?

Lingling was deep in thought, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in her mind.

"At the end of the story, the king still hasn't found the totem vessel of the Nine-Colored Deer?" A sudden voice came, but it was Tong Zhouzheng who appeared out of nowhere.

"Is that you?" The villagers looked angry and picked up the stone pestles, wooden spears and other tools around them.

Tong Zhouzheng scratched his head in embarrassment and quickly apologized with a smile.

Because of his excitement and unknown friends and foes, he seriously injured several villagers. Although he didn't think it was his fault, he could always live longer in the face of the angry villagers.

The villagers were indifferent and were ready to use their weapons.

Tong Zhouzheng's heart tightened, and he spoke a little faster, concisely and concisely: "The king's army has arrived!"

The villagers' movements froze and they were instantly discouraged.

The village chief sighed and put down the stone spear, looked at the terrified villagers, and said angrily: "Okay, cheer up, haven't you expected this day to happen?"

"I'm sorry." Ding Yumian looked at the villagers apologetically. She didn't know that breaking the magic circle would have such consequences.

"It's none of your business. We didn't expect you to be able to break the magic circle set by the king himself." The village chief was very sensible and did not anger Ding Yumian. Instead, he persuaded Ding Yumian and the others to flee to the forest as soon as possible.

"It's too late." Tong Zhou shrugged, raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

Looking up following his gaze, a stalwart figure wearing a black robe and stepping on a green roc hovered silently in the sky outside the village. At the entrance of the village, an iron cavalry with flags covering the sun stood quietly.

The villagers all knelt down, their foreheads pressed to the ground, their bodies trembling.

"Why hunting totem?" Lingling's crisp voice sounded.

The villagers were shocked.

This little girl dares to question the king!

"I have never seen a seedling under the shade of a big tree grow into something useful."

Wang's voice was deep and deep, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Wang actually explained it to a little girl!

"People should constantly strive to improve themselves."

The villagers gasped.

There is something very wrong with this king.

Not only did he explain it, but he even added another sentence specifically for fear that she wouldn’t understand!

"I understand, I understand everything," Lingling said, sighing inexplicably.

Wang Jian pointed at Ding Yumian: "If you defeat me, you will live."

The King's Sword pressed down heavily, and the well-trained cavalry at the entrance of the village immediately surrounded the village.

The villagers were numb with despair.

This scene was exactly the same as the last time the king tried to siege and starve them to death.

Ding Yumian sighed and walked out of the thatched house.

"I can't go," the village chief said, holding Ding Yumian back.

Ding Yumian shook his head and broke away from the village chief.

She knew that if she didn't go, the whole village would starve to death.

Tong Zhou was about to go into battle with Ding Yumian, but she shook her head and refused.

The gap between them and the king is like an ant and a bright sun, meaningless sacrifices are unnecessary.

Qingpeng's wings flapped lightly.

The brilliant hurricane struck, as if it was carrying the power of heaven and earth.

A feeling of suffocation hit him, and Ding Yumian felt like a helpless fallen leaf.

Can't even take one of the mount's moves?

Ding Yumian laughed to himself, but the stars surrounding him did not stop.

Wang is right, people must constantly strive for self-improvement, and they must not lose their determination and courage to fight even in desperate situations.

Magic horoscope outlines success.

"Seize the soul and control the heart," she murmured softly, and the invisible fluctuations in her heart spread out, and then... her face suddenly turned pale, and blood seeped out from her seven orifices, giving her flawless face a strange and coquettish beauty.

This is the most powerful magic she has mastered, but now it has suffered magical backlash.

This result can only occur if there is a huge disparity in mental strength between the two parties.

"Is this the end..." Ding Yumian closed his eyes.

This time, her grandma's face never appeared in her mind.

On the contrary, it was Xu Shen, whose peach blossom eyes looked at her tenderly and lovingly, unwilling to move away for a long time.

"A Shen, I can't stay with you until the end." Ding Yumian pursed her lips with regret. The young man in front of him, with his hands on his hips and confidently saying that he wanted to reach the top of magic, was still high-spirited.

But at this moment, an invisible nine-color brilliance spread out, and the nine-color deer came slowly on the auspicious clouds.

Ding Yumian opened her eyes. The coral horns like mutton-fat white jade were elegant and agile, and the handsome deer's head was slightly lowered, gently stroking her forehead.

This is... no need to die?

However, her extremely well-educated temperament also made her laugh and cry a little bit.

The ethereal voice of the Nine-Colored Deer echoed, and a coral-shaped bracelet with flashing colorful iridescence slowly condensed on her wrist.

"The new totem guardian?" The king pondered for a moment and said, "I will give you a choice. Destroy the totem vessel and surrender to me."

"if not?"

Wang said indifferently: "They will die."

Ding Yumian frowned. This king seemed a little too fond of testing human nature.

"Don't destroy it. If you destroy it, we will all be screwed," Tong Zhou shouted anxiously, fearing that Ding Yumian would be soft-hearted.

If the totem vessel is destroyed, the Nine-Colored Deer will be severely damaged, and the ancestor will not be able to stop it.

Wang glanced at him, and his sword energy shot out.

Tong Zhouzheng's heart tightened. The sword was too dangerous and urgent, and he would be unable to stop it.

Just when he thought he was about to die, the sword energy disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

The sweaty Tong Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He almost forgot that this village was immune to all magical energy.

The king was still calm and calm: "Destroy the totem vessels, otherwise, I will starve them to death."

Ding Yumian spoke calmly: "After the death of the totem guardian, the totem vessel will disappear, right?"

She already understood the story told by the village chief.

As long as the totem vessel disappears, the king will not slaughter the village.

Because only in this village can the totem vessel have the possibility of being reborn, and only then can he have the opportunity to completely kill the Nine-Colored Deer.

Wang's calculation is very good.

However, she is the "witch" chosen by Jiuselu.

Once upon a time, Xiaojiu didn't let him down, so how could she be inferior to Xiaojiu?

Ding Yumian smiled softly.

The "victim" cursed by God, she had lived a superfluous life, and died as soon as she died. She had no pressure.

What's more, she has done this kind of psychological construction several times in just a few days, so she has rich experience.

The long sword was placed across the neck, and with a slight stroke, bright red blood dripped, and the body fell to the ground weakly.

The villagers burst into tears.

Tong Zhou was beating his chest and stamping his feet.