Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

It was the underground where the sun couldn't shine, the dark, decaying atmosphere circled around Mi Luo's body with every breath he took, making it harder for him to breathe next time, Senna put him in the The water around him was still full of water in the cup, and the dust floated on it without moving.

And Mi Luo was lying there, with his long robe spread over the altar, he was only curled up in a corner of the robe, and he didn't move at all.

Suddenly, the cup full of water moved, and the dust that had already been motionless in the late stage of cancer was shaken violently.

"I don't even drink water anymore." Senna put the tray in his hand on the altar, which contained bottles and jars, and the transparent jars were filled with strange colors. The breath is also very bad.

"Do you really want to die that much?" Senna poked at the mass of white in front of him. It had to be said that Shengzi's clothes were really cumbersome, and it was only when his fingers sank in half that he poked Mi Luo's thin body.

"It's a pity, I'm here, you can't die even if you want to."

When he said this, he saw the mass of white in front of him slowly rising, and he finally found his hands that no longer exuded healthy light from the layers of fabric.

But even so, those hands are extremely beautiful, and there are no calluses on the whole hands caused by waving the wand for a long time, which shows that the person in front of him is extremely talented.

Senna sneered secretly in his heart, so what if he is extremely talented, he is still locked here obediently

But, where's his face?Senna couldn't help but slightly bent down to find out where Mi Luo's face was hidden in the clothes. He bent down and found that the hood, which was used as a decoration for the Son of God, was used by him, and it was used as a scarf. Cloth was also used by him to cover his face, leaving only his lips dull from lack of water and his fragile chin.

Senna claims to be a magician himself, but he is not as thin as Mi Luo. He said amusedly, "How do you dress yourself up like this? Don't you think you can escape reality by doing this?"

"What are you going to do?" Mi Luo's words were as calm as the glass of water in front of him, without any waves, as if there was no difference between life and death for him.

Senna looked at the materials he had found these days, a bright light glowed in his eyes: "Of course it is to turn you into my attendant."

"Be patient." Senna said, taking out the contents of the tray one by one: "I've been looking for these treasures these days, this is the first time I've used necromancy on a living person, besides you are so honorable identity." He took out the last jar exuding dead air, picked a little with his little thumbnail and placed it in the pattern on the altar, and the gloomy breath spread into the magic circle of the entire altar along with the pattern. The last step of the props is considered complete: "Of course the best materials must be used."

Mi Luo frowned, did not speak, and let Sena speak happily: "When I used necromancy before, there were corpses, and corpses would not resist, but you resist..." He dragged his voice, as if He was thinking about what he should do if he resisted: "If you were a corpse, it would be much easier to handle, but you can't watch your soul tortured, what's the fun of leaving an empty obedient body, it's not worth it."

The presenter on his side talked loudly, but without any pause, he skillfully cut his wrist. Dark red blood flowed in the magic circle. The dark red blood adds to the weirdness.

"Oh, right." He took out an memory crystal that he had just found and prepared and put it aside: "Of course such a rare scene like this must be recorded."

Mi Luo in the magic circle has no time to take care of these things. The gloomy dead air enters his body everywhere, flowing in his blood vessels that have lost the power of light. The pain from the cold Yin Qi tortured him endlessly.

Mi Luo bit his lower lip, unwilling to make a sound of his pain, which would only add laughter to the people in front of him, but just when the breath of the dead was about to erode his mind, Senna in front of him took a step back, The hand also left the magic circle.

His body swayed for a while, he almost lost his footing, and the smile on his lips gradually faded away, and he walked up again with unfriendly eyes, this time it can be said that he was concentrating on it.

Mi Luo could also feel that the dead energy in his body seemed to have a guide, and clusters wanted to drill into his head, but they always lingered outside, unable to enter his thoughts at all.

After trying two more times, Mi Luo was already dripping with sweat, his hands that could support his body softened, and he collapsed on the altar, the sweat dripping from his forehead wiped his hair The threads were messed up, sticking wet and greasy to the cheeks.

Senna's face was no longer as relaxed as before. He frowned and seriously thought about the possibility of forced intrusion. Several methods in his mind failed. In the end, he touched his chin and thought: "It's hard No, you really need to be willing to do it yourself?"

It was like giving Fred the power of light in his whole body. If he wanted to invade Mi Luo's body, he would naturally need his consent.

He had just finished muttering these words when he heard a cold snort from under Mi Luo's big hood, as if laughing at his naivety of thinking.

Senna looked at the past seriously, and suddenly said something irrelevant to the moment: "Did you know? Fred has already returned to the Holy See."

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Mi Luo's figure paused, as if wanting to be more imposing, he tried his best to prop himself up, sat on his knees, and looked at Senna with his chin, as if waiting for his next sentence.

Unlike the mages who practiced light magic in the Holy See who naturally disliked their necromancers, although the necromancers didn't like them, there was more destruction and covetousness in their hearts.

It's like the darkness is born to covet the light.

So Mi Luo didn't know how beautiful his posture was in Senna's eyes, and he couldn't help but make up his mind to let such a beautiful soul be trapped in this body.

The inside of this body that he can manipulate at will in the future.

"I'm not sure if my friend needs my help." He said casually: "After all, he is going to the Holy See to take revenge, and if he is found colluding with the Necromancer, what will he be in your Holy See?" appearance of the crime."

"You are not allowed to go there." All the pretense just now was knocked down by Senna's words: "You are not allowed to instigate him anymore, he is the most loyal person to the Holy See!"

"Loyal to the Holy See?" Senna laughed: "You expect a person whose parents were killed by the Holy See to be loyal to the Holy See?"

His words made Mi Luo silent for a while, not knowing how to explain.

Senna took the initiative at this time, and he whispered in Mi Luo's ear: "If you are afraid that I will instigate him, why don't you obediently become my servant?"

Then let me see if you, who are willing to give all your power of light for Fred, are still willing to become my puppet for him after he did this to you.

Servant?To put it nicely, he doesn't know how many "servants" he has purified. He doesn't have his own consciousness and only listens to his master's orders. If he really becomes that kind of puppet, he promises that the promise of the person in front of him is better than the words of a child joking. I can't believe it.

but……

Mi Luo seemed to have figured something out and said, "Yes, but I want you to swear."

"Okay." Senna laughed at his innocence, and still held out three fingers in a symbolic way: "I swear I will never teach your Fred, it's fine."

"It's not like that." Mi Luo shook his head, and took out an epaulet from the complicated attire. The bright yellow epaulet contained the power of warmth and light. After it fell from Fred's shoulder, it was picked up by him. Secretly hid.

"Stretch out your hand."

Senna listened to his words, put his hand on it obediently, and looked at the epaulet in his hand curiously.

That is the medal given by the Holy Son to the chief knight. The oath sworn under this epaulet must be fulfilled, so no chief knight of the Holy Son has ever dared to betray the Holy Son, but Mi Luo was not satisfied with Fred as a knight at that time. Thinking about changing people, there can only be one epaulet, which is the protection of the Holy Son for the knight, so he didn't use it to make an oath.

Now is a good time to use him.

"Your name." When Mi Luo asked this question, it was as if he was in a temple, and the words he spoke were dignified and elegant.

For a moment, Senna thought that he was the knight he chose, and was about to swear an oath of eternal loyalty to him, but he quickly came back to his senses, secretly laughing that the people in the Holy See were too good at pretending, so they were attracted So many devout believers.

He was quite smart, to think of this under such an unfavorable situation: "Senna." He said, and after a while, as if he didn't know something, he added his own name: "Maurice Senna."

"Follow me." Mi Luo said, "I, Maurice Senna, swear to the Goddess of Light: I will never approach Fred, never instigate Fred, and never use Mi Luo to threaten, infiltrate the Holy See, or make any opposition." Things that are not good for the Holy See."

"I, Maurice Senna, swear to the Goddess of Light: I will never get close to Fred, never instigate Fred, and never use Mi Luo to threaten, sneak into the Holy See, or do things that are not good for the Holy See." Senna followed up. again.

"The Goddess of Light bears witness and swears here, those who violate..."

"Wait." Senna stopped suddenly: "That's it, you are not seeking any benefits for yourself? For example, don't let me touch you, don't let me do experiments on you?"

"No need." He said softly, "If I want to pursue something for myself again, if I push you into a hurry, if I use other methods to force me, it's not as good as it is now."

"Really don't need it?" Senna didn't believe that he was really so kind: "Even if I tear your flesh off? Even if I make you kneel all the time? Even..."

He said many things in succession, but Mi Luo didn't feel scared at all, he still said: "No need."

He smiled meaningfully: "Okay."

Where the genial light does not shine, the oath is spoken in his mouth, and the witness of God.The gray-robed man knelt down on one knee respectfully, allowing the bright and holy man in front of him to hang the epaulets on his shoulders.

At first glance, it is so pious, respectful, and sacred.It's a pity that the price of this oath witnessed by the Goddess of Light is that the other person will be dominated by the person in front of him forever.

"If I break this oath, I will die under the magic of light, and the person I love will also die under the light, and my soul will not be repeated." Senna did not intend to tell him that even if he died, he would be resurrected, unless it was himself Give up the right to life, love?Where did he get his lover from?It really is the Son of God who grew up under the sun.

Laughing in his heart, he put his hand into the magic circle, and the breath of the undead on his body flowed through Mi Luo's blood, easily entering his mind.

After the severe pain, Mi Luo couldn't hold on anymore, fell on the altar and passed out.

Because of the fall of his hood, a corner of black was exposed. For the servant in front of him who was completely his own, Senna's feeling was novel.He stretched out his hand, completely disregarding how tight the original owner's cover was, and lifted it off.

The hair that had turned jet black was scattered behind the shoulders because of the loss of the protection of the hood, but covered half of the white clothing. It was the first time he discovered that black could also be described as dazzling.

He picked up a strand of hair and gently wrapped it around his gray fingertips. The soft and smooth feeling was really handy, and he couldn't help pressing it to his lips: "Why do you want to cover it up? It's obviously beautiful."

At this moment, the owner of the hair moved slightly, and before he opened his eyes, he felt a comfortable breath, and couldn't help hugging the owner in front of him. The person who always looked holy in front of him finally Rubbing sweetly in his arms.

Showed a dependent smile.