I lost all the scumbags [Quick Transmigration]

It can be said that it is not easy for the fish to be hoisted after so long a long line.

Wu Mengsheng met the master of this strategy on the first day he became Milton. He was busy playing the role of his violent little prince that day, but he didn't have time to take a look at this legendary figure who had almost reached the top of the world——Ai Zewei s.

At this time, I finally have the opportunity, so I must take a good look at it.

Azeweisi's face is a typical face in line with the aesthetics of the Naia Continent, with deep eyes, a tall nose bridge, and what is strange is his pair of blue and greenish eyes. It is also rare on the mainland.

Azeweisi was wearing a long dress embroidered with dark golden flow pattern, this color does not look exaggerated on his body, but more majestic.It is worth mentioning that he did not wear his famous sword Keling, leaving a sword belt tied around his waist.

This look is a bit familiar, but it also feels a bit out of harmony.

From Azeweisi's point of view, Milton was wearing a loose robe, and his energy was consumed by the laughter just now, but because of this smile, it also brought him back to life. It's just a pity, this point The remaining smile disappeared without a trace the moment he saw him.

Obviously before, he would smile whenever he saw him.

"Find plot loopholes, making up, loading, loading successfully, jumping."

The system sound of the mechanical tablet suddenly sounded, and the broadcast sounded from time to time.

Following the system's words, the scene in front of Milton's eyes gradually blurred, and eventually it was like water mist, in another era. After that, he could only feel darkness and groggy for a while.

"Azeweisi!" A cheerful voice sounded from behind again.

Azeweisi was a little helpless, he didn't understand how he could meet this young son of Earl Killington's family no matter where he went, but his good upbringing still made him stop, turned around and waited for Milton who was running.

"Azeweisi, where are you going?" The strenuous exercise made Milton still a little out of breath.

Azeweisi asked without answering: "Young master, aren't you watching the auction? As far as I know, the auction is just about to start right now?"

"How many times have I told you, just call me Milton. The auction is too boring. I heard that you are around here, so I came to play with you. You haven't told me what you are going to do."

Everyone knows that the young son of the Killington family has a lot of love for Azeweisi recently. These people don't pay attention to the reason, but there are people who are good at flattering and reporting Azeweisi's movements to Milton from time to time, and Milton is happy to accept it. This kind of information is not stingy to pay a little price for the information, which attracts many people to flock to it as a way to make money.

This young man was very good at taking advantage of himself, and he looked immature, so he acted like a baby, and asked questions persistently by the corner of Azeweisi's clothes.

In the end, Azeweisi, who really couldn't resist this kind of offensive, reluctantly uttered a few words: "I'm going to compete with others."

"Competition, with whom, where, can I go?" A series of questions came out of Milton's mouth.

However, this is not an interrogative sentence. When he asked, he was already holding Azeweisi tightly by the corner of his clothes, making it look like you couldn't refuse me.

Of course, even if Azeweis was delayed for a while, when he arrived at the appointed place, there was still a little follower behind him.

Milton poked his head out from behind Azeweisi, and greeted the people who had arrived: "Hello, everyone."

Some people were flattered and quickly responded, while others were naturally dismissive.

Auston, the king's young nephew, who was competing with Azervis, had been looking down on Milton's flamboyant style for a long time. He sneered from afar from the stage: "Why, even if you hold the elf wood Even the staff I made can't fire a second-level fireball, are you willing to watch other people's competitions, or are you worried about your unweaned little boy?"

Milton himself didn't respond when he was ridiculed, but his face changed slightly when he heard the words behind him, and he didn't lower his voice, and said loudly: "You must not show mercy to that arrogant guy later, otherwise he should really I don’t know how high the sky is and the earth is thick.”

No one else dared to intervene in the fight between the two giant Buddhas, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

On the other hand, Azeweisi, seeing Milton defending himself passionately, his eyes gradually softened, and the corners of his eyes also slightly curved.

There is still a while before the agreed time, and the competition will not start until the contracted time. Both Milton and Azeweisi ignored the other words of Oston who was already on the stage, and hid aside and chatted .

"Did you have any trouble with him before?" Because of Milton's defense just now, Azeweisi, who has always had nothing to do with himself, became curious.

Mentioning this matter, Milton felt unlucky, and he couldn't help complaining to Azeweisi, "You know, it's not a day since he relied on being a relative of His Majesty, and he has a bit of talent. We didn't Playing together, we never offended each other, but once a piece of elf wood appeared in an auction, I took a fancy to it with him, and he couldn't beat me, so he became angry. You know, my aptitude in magic is not good. He is proud of it, and there is no meeting where he doesn't mention it."

Milton's words about his poor aptitude were justified, but Azeweisi pondered for a while: "It's okay."

Milton looked at Azeweisi and said, "You mean you will vent your anger on me, right?"

Milton's ability to climb up the pole was too strong, and Azeweis, who felt that the two hadn't gotten along well, remained silent.

Seeing this, Milton curled his lips and pretended to be shocked: "Don't you have confidence? My father said that you are the hope of the swordsman. If you lose, I will go back and laugh at him for being blind."

His mouth was not forgiving at all. Azeweisi smiled helplessly, and then slowly evolved into a sincere smile, and said to Milton seriously: "I will."

Azeweisi really lived up to his expectations. After he came to the stage, he didn't talk too much. He beat Oston to the ground with one move. In less than ten moves, Ouston had already been held around the neck by Azeweisi's sword. Azeweisi just made a gesture with a light touch, then politely retracted the sword, and nodded slightly towards Oston.

With a point of victory and defeat, Milton cheered for Azeweiss in the audience without any scruples. He used this mouth to coax all the ladies and ladies into smiles, and now he sincerely praised Azeweiss. Five times, even Azeweisi, who has always been reserved, showed a smile on his face.

But this smile stung Oston who was still lying on the ground. Naturally, no one dared to laugh at him in the open, but he knew in his heart that in just one day, the things here would spread, and he felt humiliated consciously, and couldn't help but With a face, he gritted his teeth and said in the direction behind him: "What are you waiting for, do you want me to teach you how to do it?"

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked, and Azeweisi tensed up and looked in that direction, but he never noticed anyone there.

Everyone's eyes were focused there, and under the eyes of everyone, ripples appeared under the empty sky like a stream of water, and a figure slowly appeared.

White hair and frosty brows, hale eyes, dressed in a white robe, holding a magic staff, his face is kind, but his actions are not vague at all. After he developed his image, he only said to Azeweisi: "Little baby, don't blame the old man."

Everyone was shocked, Milton's heart was hanging in the air, his complexion changed drastically, he was busy regretting that he acted like a baby and begged for mercy when he was at home, and told his father to keep his martial artist at home. , not to mention yelling, for fear of distracting Azeweisi's attention.

The old man raised his staff and muttered words, but after a while, the gemstone on the top of the staff gathered a stream of pure red light, and the old man waved it lightly, and the stream was thrown along.

Azeweisi raised his sword to resist, and the moment Liuguang and the sword collided, a raging fire suddenly ignited out of thin air, and the fire was so powerful that it even submerged Azeweisi's figure.

"This looks like a blow from a great magician, and it may even have the power of a half-step saint's blow."

"This elder has already broken the rules by attacking the junior. If Azeweis can escape this blow, there may be a chance of survival."

"It's hard to look like this, it's just another 'genius' who died halfway."

"Even if he escapes this catastrophe, it's not known whether his talent was wasted. Besides, if he offends His Majesty's favorite Mr. Auston, will he have a good end?"

Voices of regret and voices of schadenfreude could not be concealed.

Many people have begun to sigh, only Milton, without blinking, looked in the direction of the fireball motionlessly.

The fire was getting weaker, and the situation inside was not as tragic as most people guessed. There was actually a thin layer of air around Azevis to separate the fire from him, but it was a pity that the sword was blackened and bent, showing the power of the fire.

The last spark burns out.

Azeweisi's figure swayed, almost only the hilt of the sword in his hand remained intact, as soon as he let go, the sword fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that he has no spare energy.

After missing a hit, the old man stroked his beard, nodded slightly, grabbed Auston by the collar, ignored his loud yelling, and slipped him away in a daze.

Milton had jumped onto the stage early, and only barely managed to support Azeweisi. When the others saw it, they hesitated for a while, and finally chose to wait and see from a distance. The smarter ones all retreated early, and simply didn't come here. Wading in muddy water.

Azeweisi's eyes have long been blurred, and Milton's exquisite face has turned into a few phantoms in front of his eyes, but he can still feel the warm feeling coming from his body, coming from Milton.

Never before had he felt so clearly that this little boy would unswervingly come to his side at any time.

Finally, his mind relaxed, and he fell into Milton's arms.

With this experience of shared adversity, the relationship between Milton and Azeweisi has improved by leaps and bounds. It is no longer Milton's hot head. No matter where he travels, Azeweisi will bring some gifts for Milton when he comes back. .

And just before Azeweisi went on a trip for the first time, one night not long after the competition, Milton found Azeweisi and brought him a special gift.

I don't know where Milton picked up a piece of cloth at random. It just wrapped things into a long strip, and it couldn't be seen what it was.

Azeweiss removed layer after layer of cloth, so that the things under his hands could reveal their true colors.

It was a new sword, with a wide blade and no pattern, and there was a faint flash of light on the blade. When Azeweisi's hand was attached, he could still feel the slight trembling of the blade, as if there was a clear sound.

This is……

Azeweisi looked back in disbelief, Milton scratched his head, with a rare hint of shame on his face, "You know, I have nothing else but some money, luckily I can solve it with money It's nothing to worry about, this sword is newly cast, you see, it hasn't had time to engrave the family crest, and it doesn't have a name, you can just do it according to your own mind."

Of course it was newly cast. The dwarf master Suli finally reopened the furnace after 20 years. After casting this sword, he thought that he could not forge a better sword in this life, and declared that he would retreat here.

The Sword of Absolute Strike has already been rumored on the mainland for a month. Although Azeweisi had longed for it before, he didn't dare to think about it, but at this moment, this sword was presented in front of him in such a simple and unpretentious manner.

Azeweisi took the sword, and took a deep look at Milton, who seemed to be ignorant and didn't know what he was sending out.

"Then its name is Keeling."

With your surname, give it a name.

But this was not enough, Azeweis disappeared with Keeling for a month, and when he came back, the originally smooth sword was already covered with patterns.

It is the rebirth of the fire phoenix among the grass and trees.

This is the symbol of the Killington family.

Milton stroked each pattern carefully, and Azeweisi said to him: "My family has long since fallen, and I don't want to have anything to do with them. You gave me this sword. Then It's not just mine, it's yours, and I'm willing to use it to fight for you."

The youth's vows at that time are still vivid in my memory, but now that I think about it, I just think it was really... a big joke.

It was not only Azeweisi who remembered these past events, but also Milton.

Milton looked at the empty sword belt around Azeweisi's waist, and his face was already serious: "Azeweisi, the number one swordsman, the chief consul, what a young talent, what a liar who is full of lies .”

Milton's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were about to crack: "I really regret, why did I know you, why...you."

"Get out of here!"

After Azeweisi left in a daze, Milton leaned against the head of the bed to stabilize his breathing, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said softly: "Can you let me know in advance when you will jump next time? Is it easy to face paralysis because of bitterness and hatred?"

The system didn't want to talk at first, but Milton continued to bah bah again.

It was still the mechanical sound of the tablet: "I hope the host knows, there are conditions for triggering memories."

Milton didn't want to speak, so he could only sigh softly in his heart: "Fortunately, my master is unparalleled in wit, otherwise my image of a violent, sick and beautiful boy will be completely ruined!"

But on the surface, he could only sigh in disappointment, and turned to the system and said lightly: "Don't do this next time."

In other words, he said that although the cooperation with this system is still preliminary, Milton has already figured out the temperament of the system.

Robots without emotions!