What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

If the land of Bancy's hometown could talk like Shilu, then she would angrily yell at Bancy when he landed with Shilu , so he had no choice but to stimulate Banci's energy cycle like a stress response.

"Hmm." Bancy stopped, frowned, adjusted his breathing, and stabilized the shaking energy balance.

After a year, he set foot on the land he should be most familiar with again, but his body did not produce a corresponding sense of familiarity. Instead, it was a bit like he had just arrived in Huaguo, feeling at a loss like a sea fish swimming in a freshwater river.

Fortunately, the mystery of this land is not active. As the birthplace of the industrial revolution and modern technology, the mystery here has long since disappeared. Even the energy is lazy to be perceived and manipulated by wizards, and only flows according to its own track and speed.

Shi Li immediately noticed Bancy's strangeness. It is true that Bancy concealed it very well, but an indescribable connection between the same kind made him perceive the intrusion from the other end faster than Bancy.

This is not just playing on his tense and sensitive preparation nerves.

With a cold face, Shi Lu forcibly embraced Banxi into his arms, and the prying sights around him conveyed the shock of seeing melons for a long time, and the next second was overwhelmed by the coercion unleashed by Shi Lu without any scruples. I almost didn't come up in one breath and went directly there.

The low roar that cannot be heard in this world resounded like thunder, Shi Lu's eyes were instantly covered with a layer of gold, his pupils shrank like a beast ready to go, fangs and claws deterred every existence that coveted his treasure.

mine.

He sent out such a message, relying on his own mystery to shamelessly bully the weak - as a land carrying an ancient civilization that has been passed down for thousands of years and has not been interrupted until now, his mystery can be said to be second to none among all lands, Not to mention the particularity of Huaguo's mysterious system and the strong vitality given to him by the legitimacy recognized by the official government. Even in other lands, he has full confidence to fight head-on.

Bansy couldn't feel it, but this piece of land was not a hard bone. After being frightened, shouted and deterred three times by Shi Lu, he became silent, and the slightly disordered energy circulation nearby stabilized itself within a few seconds.

The mysterious decline of the land has caused the energy cycle to run independently. If the energy fluctuations of this level in Hua Country will never subside so quickly, it will take a day and a half of thunder and rain to say the least.

Bancy didn't notice that Shi Li was fighting with the land consciousness just a few seconds ago. The confrontation at that level was untouchable and untouchable to him, but he could infer roughly from the energy fluctuations around him. Something happened, and he touched the back of Shilu's neck dumbfoundedly, to comfort Maomao who was stressed by the unfamiliar environment.

He didn't think of Shilu and cats as an individual before, although Shilu was keen to use the form of a black cat to get some sweets from Banci, regardless of whether the relationship was stable or not, and Banzi also had more Think of it as two individuals.

Rubbing the cat and rubbing the plush is a joy, and the fur belly pink meat pad is kissed and touched without any distractions, even if the black cat spreads its belly in his arms and reveals a swollen cat ball.

Well, in the past few days, Banxi has deeply realized that Shi Li is indeed not a human being. He and his still sore waist, as well as the sharp teeth marks on his neck, chest, etc., have deeply realized this. thing.

It has to be said that when he was bitten for the first time, he almost thought that his throat would be bitten off. The scene in those few days was not very peaceful and looked more like a crime scene.

It was bloody.

It made him unable to button up his shirt and put on his tie, so he could only open his neckline awkwardly, feeling that there was something missing on his neck.

"Over there." Bancy didn't have to look far to see the person who came to pick him up and Shilu. A young man in a jacket and jeans with a thong tied up was holding a pick-up sign. It was not from the Rothbart family. subordinate.

It must have been sent by his father.

Bansy walked over with Shi Li, and the young man's eyes lit up immediately, "Hello." He trotted up to meet him, and he had already spoken clearly without Bansy opening his mouth.

This young man named Lal was indeed called by Bansi's father to pick him up. He called Bansi's father "Teacher Tan", and he could be said to be half of Bansi's father's student.

Apart from his mother, his father's life is nothing but painting. Bancy knows that there are several foundations under his name that have programs to support young artists, and some very outstanding fathers will call him to the manor for a few days.

Artists always hope that someone can understand their unique and lonely soul and artistic pursuits. There is no way to talk about this kind of thing with Banxi, a boring son who can only draw magic circles.

It's okay. Tan Yuzhou doesn't want to see his son very much, and Banxi won't go to see his father if he's okay. Meeting him occasionally is like going to an exhibition, and he has to email in advance to make an appointment for a suitable time for each other.

Tan Yuzhou was free today, he was free all day long, but he told Banxi that he only had two hours in the afternoon.

Bansy thought it was enough, and he didn't even bring Shilu in - if he really wanted to see his parents, he might as well bring him to see Tan Xueshu and Tan Yuping, or he could wake up the "Bansy" deep in his consciousness and let Shilu meet .

He came here this time to inform his father that he was in love, and that he planned to stay in China in the future and would not come back in his lifetime. There was no father-son relationship to talk about, and his father didn't really want to prolong the communication time.

"Ah..." Tan Yuzhou responded calmly, reached out to fumble for the teapot, and almost knocked over his teacup, "Ah, I see."

Holding the teacup, he drank a few drops of tea at the bottom of the cup—it was equivalent to not drinking anything, and he pretended to be holding an empty cup.

Then he seemed to suddenly understand what Bancy meant, and suddenly looked up to see Bancy's expression.

——His son...does he look like this?

For some reason, Tan Yuzhou felt as if he hadn't seen Banxi for a long time, so when he looked up, he was a little dazed and thought he had recognized the wrong person.

It seems that it shouldn't be so tall, nor should it have such sharp and deep eyebrows. The young man in front of him is handsome and elegant in a well-fitting suit, but he has worked hard to see some familiar outlines.

It seemed... It was indeed a long time since he had seen his son.

Tan Yuzhou became a little flustered for some reason. Seeing that Banxi was about to get up and say goodbye less than 5 minutes after he sat down, he subconsciously raised his hand to stop him, and the words he left behind could not be made into words.

"You..." He paused, his voice lowered again, "Would you like to see my painting?"

The tone was hesitant and unsure, so Bancy didn't know whether he was hesitant to take him to see the painting, or whether he would agree.

The paintings his father was talking about were naturally those locked in the room on the second floor. His father never let outsiders see them, and only stayed in the room to look at them all day. Bancy always thought that those paintings would never be seen. Opportunity of the day.

He had no doubt that Tan Yuzhou would destroy those paintings before he died, so that his true masterpiece belonged only to him.

"Okay," Bancy replied.

He's actually not very curious, but he feels intuitively that it's not a bad thing to agree.

Instead, Tan Yuzhou was stunned after he agreed to come down, with a contradictory expression of resistance and relief on his face, "Then, let's go this way." Stair handrail.

……

There is only one painting in the room on the second floor.

Bancy looked at the painting, and the people in the painting looked at him.

It was a bright and dignified beauty, with snow-white skin and dark brown long curly hair, paint and delicate strokes endowed her with a pair of beautiful eyes like sapphires.

Lifelike, like those enchanted paintings in Rothbart's treasure room, the people in the paintings will walk out of the frame if they go wrong, their eyebrows and eyes are new and charming.

She looked exactly like Bancy's mother.

Bancy had seen the mother in the photo, the same brown-haired, blue-eyed, flamboyant and arrogant beauty.

But it's just too similar.

Bancy has also seen portraits painted by his father for his mother. There are so many portraits, which have a completely different charm from the person in the painting.

She is also like me.

When Bancy stared into those blue eyes, he had the feeling that he was looking in a mirror.

A little smaller than he is now, the way he looked when he was a "Bansy."

It has to be said that his father is an impeccable genius in art, and the moment he sees it, people know who he is painting.

Tan Yuzhou didn't go to see Banxi, but walked to the chair in front of the painting and sat down: "I know it's not her, that magic is just a trick of self-deception."

But he just let himself be deceived, he couldn't help but look for the shadow he was familiar with, and put the person in his memory on the living person, as if the dead were really revived on the living.

But the paintbrush can't fool anyone.

His dreams awoke as he daubed the colors on the canvas.

"I can't paint her anymore." Tan Yuzhou sighed, the person he loved had left in reality, and her face under the brush was covered by too beautiful and too ridiculous dreams.

So he can only draw nondescript fakes, even if he escapes into the manor and locks Bancy out, the one who left will never come back.

Bancy thought it was ridiculous.

He just laughed.

There was no malice, he just felt that it seemed more appropriate to smile at this time.

"It's okay." He heard himself say, as if the three words "sorry" were engraved on Tan Yuzhou's rickety back.

"We all only love the one we prefer, and so do you, and so do I."

Selfishness, why should there be any apology.