Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Without hesitation, Bellion answered: "It is this, the magic power that exists in your soul."

Mo Xie retracted his hand, and the exquisite pearl flew to Bellion's side, emitting a soft light, "The reason."

During the thirty years of his previous life, the magic power in his body remained stable.

He has the confidence and ability to control his magical power, and can even relieve people's symptoms caused by out-of-control power.

There was no need for Bellion to lie, he should have had some basis for it.

"Because you have returned to the realm of the Supreme Wizard." After saying this, Bellion knelt on one knee, lowered his eyes, and maintained a respectful posture.

Mo Xie was slightly stunned, "This sentence alone cannot convince me." This reason was also beyond his expectations.

Bellion had no intention of providing additional explanation and chose to remain silent.

Mo Xie stared at his calm face and spoke slowly: "You want to show it with your actions. Apart from that, you can't reveal anything more, right?"

Bellion nodded slightly, his upper body standing straight, as if he was ready to be punished.

"I understand." Mo Xie had already gotten the answer he wanted.

The higher the realm, the more precise the control over power.

The power running wild in the Supreme Wizard's body was most likely not caused by his own fault.

So what external stimuli can affect witchcraft power?

Mo Xie's mental strength leapt with his thoughts, his eyes shone like torches, golden light floated on their surface, which was especially obvious in the dim woods.

He walked right past Bellion and said softly, "I'm grateful that you're willing to expose your identity in order to help me."

Bellion opened his eyes slightly and finally looked away from the ground. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw Moshe's calm expression, he hesitated.

"From today on, I will not summon you again. I hope that one day, we can be honest with each other."

This time, Moshe did not show any dissatisfaction with his kneeling behavior, but left without looking back.

As if he could predict the future, naturally changing people's memories and cognition, his unfathomable strength...

Apart from that supreme being, who else can do it?

Bellion just knelt there, like a statue, motionless.

When Mo Xie returned to the yard, he found the light in the bedroom was still on.

He gently pushed open the door and heard steady and even breathing.

Arthur was lying on the inside of the bed, his body almost pressed against the wall behind him, sleeping soundly.

He slept in a very proper position, lying face up, with the quilt covering his chest and his hands resting on his body.

Nothing in the Tang Sect is redundant, and the houses are no exception.

They will build houses according to the current number of people in the Tang Clan, without wasting land and materials.

The seven members of the expeditionary corps had already exceeded Tang Clan's expectations, and now an eighth person had quietly appeared. In order to make room, the two children had to share a room and sleep in the same bed.

Moshe blew out the light, climbed onto the bed slowly, and was about to get into the quilt when Arthurs groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

"You just came back."

Moshe lay on the outside of the bed to leave some space for Arthurs, "Sorry for waking you up."

"What did you and Bellion do?" Arthurs asked shockingly.

Mo Xie turned his head sharply and looked at him, "How did you know?"

When he was talking to Bellion, there were no signs of biological activity around them, and there was a barrier blocking the way, so he should not have been discovered.

Arthurs thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "Hmm... do you sense a familiar breath?"

"Okay." Mo Xie smiled and said, "Actually, I went to find him and asked him to pick out some special dishes without chili peppers tomorrow. After all, you can't eat spicy food."

Arthurs's originally confused mind suddenly became clear, "...You are so thoughtful."

"Sleep." Mo Xie closed his eyes and cleared his mind.

Unexpectedly, Arthurs became more active and suddenly asked, "Do you have a nickname?"

"Does Brother Fron have a nickname?" Moshe's voice was much lower.

"You should answer my question first." After a little protest, Arthurs still gave the answer honestly, "Brother Fron has no nickname."

"Then I don't have a nickname either." At this time, Mo Xie's consciousness was already wandering between the darkness and the real world.

After becoming a child, his endurance and perseverance were completely reduced to zero, and sleepiness became an irresistible force.

Arthurs curled his lips and moved his body a little away. "What kind of answer is that?"

He stared at the little figure beside him and said shyly, "My nickname is Arthur, which was given to me by my mother. Since you know Yufei's nickname, you should also know mine, for the sake of fairness."

"Really?" Moshe turned over and responded indistinctly. To him, Arthurs' voice seemed to be immersed in thick fog, hazy and unclear.

Arthurs is very conflicted now.

The unfamiliar environment, the dark night, and the familiar people gave him the courage to face his unbearable memories.

Unfortunately, their previous relationship was strained, and he misunderstood that Moshe wanted to kill Baz.

Fortunately, Moshe didn't remember anything.

"You can call me whatever you want from now on. Uh, I mean..."

Moshe took a deep breath and interrupted Arthurs.

"Arthur, you said that children should get enough sleep. Well, good night."

Arthurs was very strange tonight, like a different person.

Is it because we slept in the same bed? I felt like he was actively trying to get closer to me.

"……Good night."

Mo Xie did not hear these two words that revealed a hint of grievance, because he had fallen completely asleep.

The next day, in the dim morning light and with the sound of birds singing, Mo Xie woke up leisurely. He turned his eyes and met a serious face.

He sat up slowly, "Good morning."

"This is not called getting enough sleep, this is called sleeping in." Seeing Moshe's puzzled look, Arthurs lowered his mouth and said, "Have you forgotten what you said last night?"

Mo Xie answered truthfully: "I forgot part of it."

"Hmph." Arthurs put the steaming hot breakfast aside, and then stopped talking to him as if he was angry.

After reaching the realm of the supreme wizard, one no longer needs to rely on external objects to cleanse the body. The wizard power can be driven at will, which is more convenient than the magic "cleansing technique".

The two brothers finished their breakfast quietly and came to the place where they had gathered yesterday.

One of the scholars widened his eyes, pointed at the yellow sand in Tang Yihu's hand and shouted: "What do you think this yellow sand can do?!"

Tang Yihu repeated patiently: "Making weapons, building houses, filtering elixirs, and cooking delicious food."

Another scholar's glasses reflected the light and he asked calmly, "It's only been one day since you started collecting the sand. Do you have any actual results?"

Tang Yihu raised his chin confidently, "Yes, I can take you to see it now."

"Let's go!" the two scholars said in unison.

The healing magician turned around and saw the two brothers, and stepped forward to greet them: "Arthurs, Moshe, you are here."

Arthurs nodded slightly and said, "Mr. Adair, do you know where the commander-in-chief is?"

Adair Kuibu, the name of the healing magician. Unlike the two scholars, he knows a little Chinese and can only wander outside the chat channel.

"The commander-in-chief left at daybreak," Adair said after a pause. "Oh, and he also had the golden compass."

Atherston felt lost. "He could have left these things to us..."

Mo Xie gently tugged at his sleeve and suggested, "Why don't we follow Mr. Tang Yihu to take a look? Perhaps the yellow sand will be useful to us as well."

"Ah."

When they caught up with the former, the former had already fallen into extreme surprise and madness.

"Over here is a sword polished with yellow sand, and over there is a dagger made of yellow sand."

“Ooooooh! It can actually penetrate into the stone!”

"This is the Dabao Paradise built for Dabao. Even though it only has a gate now, it will be built into a small castle in the future."

"God of Creation! Are the Chinese so good at hands-on work?"

"We found that yellow sand has a 100 times stronger adsorption effect on substances in water than ordinary sand, so we used it to filter the medicine juice."

"I think we can also use yellow sand when making potions."

"The grains of yellow sand are distinct, smooth and full, and can be used to make delicacies and roast nuts."

“You can have this, too.”