The First Law God Black History Handbook

"You're avoiding the most serious." Legston didn't intend to let Master Fashen continue to escape, he followed around the table, propping one hand on the tabletop and the other on the back of the chair, half-trapped him on the chair, and lowered his voice, "Dharma God Your Excellency, you are well aware of my obsession with you, and you know what I am looking for."

Thrander relaxed his body and leaned back on the back of the chair, without any panic or strange expression on his expression.He calmly seemed to be not accepting a confession from an admirer at all, but talking to someone about the weather today.

"In fact, he is just a former student of mine. There is no such thing as a taboo. As a person involved, I would like to know where those rumors on the mainland came from."

What is ambiguous, what is taboo, Thrande and Carl have never spread it, let alone banned it, which has also led to more and more messy rumors on the mainland, even some of Thrande's acquaintances, such as Dean Dean, believe it.

Of course, this has something to do with Carl's reluctance to mention Cecil Dill in front of anyone.

"But it is an indisputable fact that he created an icon for you, launched a war, and fell into darkness?" Legston lowered his body, getting closer to Thrander.

"I told you, your ability to make up stories is comparable to that of a bard. Legston, when did I say that he waged war for me and fell into darkness?" Thrander asked him back, walking towards him without a trace. Leaning back, skipping the approaching face of the other party, he reached out and took out a note on the table, "I know your intentions, if I have not rejected you before, then I will tell you clearly now You, I will not accept your love. Of course, if you are willing to turn that love into the young people's respect and admiration for the elders, I will not refuse."

"Of course I respect and admire you like an elder, but this does not contradict my love for you." Legston blinked, with the pure enthusiasm and mischievousness unique to young people, "You So perfect and dazzling, no one can resist your charm. If I am not in love with you, it must be because my eyes are blind, my ears are deaf, and my heart has stopped. Only in this way may I be able to resist your incomparable charm a little bit. But you know, it's just hard on me—I'm so healthy and I'm so bright-eyed."

"Are you joking?" Thrander looked away from the notes and looked at Legston.

"of course not."

"It's not a joke but it makes me feel ridiculous. That's the funniest thing." Thrander looked cold, "I pamper you and pay attention to you. It's the care of the elders. Please remember this clearly, Legos Your Excellency."

Legston grimaced.

When one person denies all love for another person and regards it as ridiculous, then it is useless for that person to say anything.

"If you insist on saying that..." Legston withdrew, took two steps back, bowed his head and saluted his heart, "I respect your choice, Your Excellency."

After speaking, he turned around and strode away without looking back.

The bedroom returned to calm.Thurander put the notes back on the table and pondered for a long time, until there was another knock on the door outside.

"Come in." Thrander raised his eyes and regained his composure and wisdom.

Legston pushed open the door, stepping on the most suitable rhythm, step by step, walked into the bedroom elegantly and dignifiedly, and came to the long table.

His eyes flicked over Thrander's untouched page, and he didn't show any emotion that shouldn't have been there.

Even if his heart is not peaceful.

"Your Excellency, I have received a letter from my father. He needs your personal reply. Do you mind?"

It was almost evening outside, and the sky was blue and gloomy with a hint of red, which made the walls of the castle a little red.

Thrander sat up straight, moved the pen holder that was shrouded in the sunlight because it was close to the window, and said lightly, "Yes."

Legston handed up the letter.

Thrander took it and looked it over, knowing that the other party just wanted to know Legston's magical talent, and asked if he needed any help.

"How do you plan to reply to your father?" Thrander asked the young man at the long table while pinching the letter.

"You said that I have no talent for magic." Legston stared at him with a good look.

"What I can teach you may not necessarily be magic."

"You mean, you've changed your mind now and want to take me in as your student?" Legston raised half of his eyebrows in surprise.

"if you are willing to."

Legston gave a not-so-sneering smile, but it wasn't a happy one either.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Fashen. I've heard some of what Mr. Carl said, and I heard that I'm a bit like your 'normal' student——sorry, I'm not trying to challenge your majesty, really, um, I don't want to have more similarities with him—Your Excellency Fashen, can you understand what I mean?"

"Is this the reason why you reject a Dharma God?" Thrander raised his eyes, "Because he is my student, so you want to refuse to have the same status as him?"

Thrander stood up and walked out from behind the long table, staring at the young man's face.

"Leggston, I hope you can understand what you are talking about and what you are doing. On this continent, there are no more than seven magic gods and warriors, and I am the only one who has passed the experience of the godhead. You refuse now It is not a mage, but a demigod, and it is also your only chance to break through the holy warrior and become a warrior."

Legston pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Leggston, raise your eyes and look at me!" Thrander raised his voice slightly, and ordered him in a tone that could not be refused, "Now, listen to your inner voice and tell me with your voice, you Are you going to reject me? Reject the invitation of a Dharma God who wants to accept you as a student, and then be stupid and reckless, rampaging on the road of cultivation?"

"You think I'm running amok on the road of cultivation?" Legston suddenly raised his eyes, and stared straight at Thrander with fearless and unconvinced eyes, "I'm only 26 years old this year, as you said , I am as young as a child. But apart from experience and temperament, I don’t think my achievements in the past 26 years are just rampage.”

"Hey." Thrander sneered inexplicably, then turned around and walked behind the long table to sit down again.

He put the unfolded letter on top of his notebook.Then take out another letter from the storage ring on your hand.

"Open it." He handed the letter to Legston.

Legston was dumbfounded when he saw the contents of the letter.

This is a letter written by his father, which records one by one, any life experience from his birth to the present that is enough to surprise adults.

For example, when he was a child, he fell into the water because of his playfulness, and as a result, he sensed fighting qi by accident, and began to practice fighting qi from then on;

For another example, when he was dueling with others in the Fighter Academy, because of his injury, he understood the essence of a new level of fighting spirit;

For another example, after provoking the dragon knight, he was chased by the dragon knight for three days and three nights and strayed into the holy land of the dragon clan. Not only did he not die there, but he was recognized by the dragon clan. Under the guidance of the dragon clan patriarch, he successfully broke through to the realm of a holy warrior .

These things are nothing to Legston, and he has never concealed his good luck and legendary experience, but now Thrander specially highlights them, and the meaning is self-evident.

"I don't deny that you have talent and luck that most people don't have, but have you discovered that your good luck is the fundamental reason why you haven't been killed by yourself so far." Thrander paused, and said in a Looking him up and down with scrutiny, "And where your good luck comes from, I believe you know better than me."

Legston certainly knew that.He clearly remembered the words his father said——

"Your Excellency the First Fashen once bestowed blessings on you. Your life will be safe and smooth. There will be no evil to invade, no darkness to entangle/entangle. You will be the darling of God and the favored child of light." 』

Thinking of this, Legston was a little speechless.

When a person's good luck or most of his achievements come from another elder, and he once vowed that he can match this elder, now the other party finds out this fact, it is simply slapping him in the face .

So does he have to admit that he is not that strong and outstanding?No, this must be an illusion that Thurander deliberately led to him.

Then refute that the other party is a strong man?But compared to Thrander's strength, he is indeed insignificant.

Legston remained silent and persisted, gritting his teeth and refusing to admit defeat even under the invisible pressure Thrander brought him.

He couldn't believe that he was really that bad.

Your Excellency Fashen clearly did it on purpose.

Thurander found it a little funny.

"I don't understand why you are trying to be brave? You have been stuck in the realm of a saint for four years. During these four years, you have not made any progress or insight. You don't know what you lack or what you need. To be more serious, you have never stepped on From the moment I started practicing fighting qi, I didn't really understand the meaning of power, how to enhance it, and use it."

"It's like a child who has a sharp sword from birth. He is invincible among his peers with this sword. As he grows up, this sword is more and more suitable for him; however, this sword It can only be sharp like this, it will not become sharper or duller because of the strength or weakness of its master."

"In other words, your luck is up, boy."

Thurland said the last two words a little jokingly. He did not deny that he was distorting the facts on purpose, because even if Legston had unparalleled good luck, he could not deny his excellence.

After all, good luck has never been the fundamental reason why a person can become a strong person.In addition to having enough good luck, Legston also has a strong enough mind, keen comprehension, and the courage and courage to take a chance when encountering opportunities.

But he certainly won't say it.

——Joke, say it to make this kid proud and continue to feel good about himself in front of him, harassing/stalking/stalking him every day?

He didn't want to be bored to death by this kid who was dazzled by love.

The author has something to say: squatting: my wife must be fooling me.

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In fact, squatting is for the purpose of marrying a wife in the future. It is not easy to marry someone home after worshiping the teacher, so this child thinks far away hahaha