The reborn man in front, you can't be reborn!

"Look at these weird things, he can't be a Necromancer."

No, no, I'm not a necromancer!

An Luo retorted loudly in his heart. He wanted to defend himself, but he was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger, let alone speak.

"I think he must be a necromancer. Look at the dirty black hair and black eyes. Except for the evil necromancer, who else would have such an ominous color."

Nonsense, my hair and eyes are natural, what does it matter if I am a necromancer or not!

"That's right! Let me just say, this kid is gloomy all day long, and it's annoying to look at. He doesn't know what evil magic experiment he is doing in private."

Shut up!say no more!I didn't do any evil experiments!

The noisy voices filled An Luo's ears. Hearing those people's evaluation of him and all kinds of dark speculations, An Luo was so angry that he wanted to jump up and fight them hard, but physically His weakness made him really powerless.

"I can testify that Anlo Kennyla Eldria is an evil necromancer. I saw him cast undead magic with my own eyes. We have been deceived by his appearance all along."

The noise around him faded away in an instant. Hearing this familiar voice, An Luo's heart was filled with disbelief. He struggled to turn his eyeballs, and finally met a pair of ice blue eyes without any emotion.

His heart sank in the end, and he heard correctly. The person who said these words just now was his best friend——Phyllis Ernestley.

An Luo was born with black hair and black pupils. He was born in the Eldria family, one of the three major families of the Dominiel Empire. This is his luck, but it is also his misfortune.

Fortunately, it was precisely because he was born in this powerful family that he was able to survive until now without any worries, instead of being regarded as an ominous existence, tied to a rack and burned alive.

But at the same time, the nobles also care most about such a taboo color, because this natural double black, although he has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, that's all. In the Elderia family, he is equivalent to A transparent person who does not exist, no one will care about him, including his parents and brothers.

Such days continued until the opening of the Modern School of Magic and Martial Arts. The Eldria family is a famous magic family in Dominiel. Almost all members of the family have magical talents. The same is true for An Luo. Thanks to his mother's water-type magic talent, and the talent is not bad, he was able to successfully pass the entrance test of the Modern School of Magic and Martial Arts.

And in the Modern Academy of Magic and Martial Arts, he accidentally met his first friend in life, and also the only friend since then, Phyllis.

Although Phyllis is a commoner, he is warm and cheerful, so he is very popular in Modern Mowu Academy. This is completely different from him. The two met in an accident, and then Phyllis entangled him .

Under Felice's stalking, An Luo, who looked difficult to get along with on the outside, but actually lacked love, was finally moved bit by bit. Stein became best friends.

However, is the only friend he recognizes finally betraying him?An Luo stared at Felice intently, the familiar face no longer had the usual cheerful smile, and Felice, who was expressionless, unexpectedly looked so ruthless.

"An Luo lied to me. He is an evil necromancer. It stands to reason that I should get rid of him myself, but after all, we have been friends for so many years. I can't do this. Leave him here. He sees You won’t be able to live long, isn’t it normal for one or two people to die when you are adventuring in the World of Warcraft Forest?”

ha!If you don't have the heart to kill me, then leave me, a dying person, in this dangerous monster forest, will you have the heart?hypocritical!An Luo yelled in his heart.

Seeing that the group of people really decided to leave him here under the persuasion of Phyllis, An Luo sneered in his heart, and at the same time, a surge of anger and unwillingness suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, why!Obviously he didn't do anything, why did God treat him like this!

And at this moment, he saw Phyllis, who was walking at the end of the crowd, suddenly turned his head and showed him a sarcastic and malicious smile.

In an instant, An Luo seemed to have figured out something. What happened suddenly before, and he was attracted by the words of the group of people, so he didn't have the energy to think about it. Now that he thinks about it, before going to the World of Warcraft Forest, he Isn't Phyllis sorting out his things for him?

Then, why did he have those weird things in his luggage, and when he thought of the smile on Phyllis before he left, the answer was ready to come out.

Phyllis, his only friend actually framed him like this. Before that, he was suddenly attacked by a monster, which caused him to be in danger now. Could it be related to the other party?

The more he thought about it, the angrier An Luo became. If he could, he would have grabbed Felice by the collar and asked why the other party wanted to kill him. Nothing can be done.

Blood flowed continuously from his wound. As time passed, An Luo felt his body was a little cold. He opened his eyes blankly. Excessive blood loss had already made his eyes darken and his consciousness became more and more blurred, but He still kept his eyes open, as if as long as he kept them open, he wouldn't die.

Not reconciled, really not reconciled, his life has just begun, how could he die here, moreover, he had done nothing bad, why should he bear the infamy of a necromancer and die miserably here.

Damn it, my head is getting dizzy, is he going to die?No, he doesn't want to die. If it wasn't because of Felice's frame, wouldn't he be in this situation?

He regrets so much, really regrets that he was so impressed by Phyllis' sunny appearance before, and accidentally made such a friend who stabbed him in the back. If life can be restarted, he will never be with him again. Phyllis' kind of guy got involved with anything.

Before completely losing consciousness, Felice's malicious face flashed again in An Luo's mind, his heart was full of unwillingness, and there was even a trace of hatred that he didn't even notice.