Weaver

Since the Heding couple passed away, this studio has not been opened again. Amy is afraid of seeing things and thinking about others, and she will be even more sad, and Assyria has been busy since she woke up in this body. Until now, the Chinese style The dim sum market opened up a little bit before I settled down and had time to check other things.

The first, of course, is to pick up the magic pattern learned by the predecessor.

No one has visited for many days, and the air in the workshop is still fresh. The surrounding walls are painted with mysterious magic patterns, so that everything inside is free from outside interference.

Walking into the workshop, Assyria's mind recalled the scenes of Hedin's mother working and busy teaching him how to draw magic patterns. There was a surge of enthusiasm in his heart, which he had never enjoyed as an orphan, but now he As an Assyrian, I can also feel that kind of affection, which is enough.

There are two workbenches, one large and one small, in the workshop, and there are scattered items on the big one. People leave in such a hurry that there is no time to clean up the things that are still in use.Assyria respectfully put all the things that are not needed at present into the locker, and put the things left outside neatly.

When he came to the small workbench, his fingers brushed over the different types of guide pens on the table, and Ashur felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he could draw flowers by picking up the pen.This familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, so that he had the urge to pick up a pen to draw magic patterns.

Assyria did not restrain this impulse, skillfully pulled out a refined sheepskin scroll and spread it out on the workbench, picked up a soft guide pen placed in the guide pen holder, there was still unused tattoo fluid in the closed tube , it is the tattoo liquid of the frozen magic pattern needed to draw the frozen magic equipment.

Picking up the pen, the magic pattern is clearly displayed in the mind. From the beginning of the pen to the transition in the middle, until the final closing of the pen, there is no stagnation, and the painter is required to complete the drawing in one go. There should be no pause in the middle, otherwise it will appear. Breakpoints, unable to form a whole, the flow of energy in it will also be interrupted, and the magic pattern will not be able to exert the corresponding effect.

Without much thought, Assyria's hand controlled the guide pen to move on the parchment.The so-called guide pen is to guide the mental power of the drawer. Through the guide pen, the user's mental power can be amplified, and the amplified mental power can be used to guide the texture fluid in the catheter so that it adheres to the pen of the guide pen as required. .

At this moment, Assyria's brain was blank, as if something had flowed from his body into the pen in his hand, and the ice blue lines unfolded under his pen, as if he had done it countless times before, like a divine help. The lines are increasing continuously, and his mind is immersed in the magical lines along with the guide pen.

After drawing the last stroke and closing the brush, the entire pattern flashed blue in an instant, and then quickly subsided, leaving only the ice blue lines on the surface.When the pen was put down, Yashen's eyes became clear, looking at the magic pattern in front of him, he couldn't believe that he had just drawn it, and then he felt as if something had been taken away from his mind and it became empty.

But Assyria was very excited. Judging from previous experience, this was a successful magic scroll, and it was a success after just one experiment!

Now his property has increased by fifty copper coins!

Money fan Assyria.

Taking advantage of the tattoo liquid in the catheter is still enough to draw again, Assyria continued to draw while the iron was hot, and almost fell down on the workbench after the drawing was completed. This is a sign of excessive mental energy consumption. This taste is not good, but seeing another successful drawing of the magic pattern, I feel extremely proud.

The pain in his head reminded him to take a rest and restore his mental strength. He hurried back to the room without looking again, threw off the quilt and fell on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

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In the small white building surrounded by roses, Baron Buren had to drink another cup of bitter concoction, and then hurriedly asked the housekeeper to bring him a bowl of so-called wontons, and he ate the whole bowl of wontons. Only then stretched out.But under the bright daylight, his figure became thinner and thinner, the contours of his face became more prominent, and his skin was nearly transparent and pale.

"Master, don't these medicines work? The symptoms of the master's weakness are worse than before." Hof said worriedly.

Bo Lun smiled weakly and said, "It's okay. If you want to gain power, you don't have to pay a price. For others, you can only ask for it. There is no one who despises it like you. It won't be like this when the blood power stabilizes."

Hough's eyes flashed with distress, and he said, "I'm going to urge the people who entered Gaiamonson to hurry up and find the magic plants needed for dispensing. The master should also take a good rest these few days and stop wasting effort."

"Okay, I'll go to sleep now, and I won't even read the book." Bo Lun spread his hands, as if he had to give in.

The butler Hof had a good-natured expression on his face. He cleaned up the cups and bowls and checked the windows before leaving. Bo Lun, who was lying on the bed, twitched the corners of his mouth. Alas, he was treated like a child.But after a day of tossing, he was also tired.Closing his eyes, feeling the familiar feeling of leaving the soul again, Bo Lun did not panic, and waited quietly.

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In a daze, Assyria's consciousness began to recover again, but he found himself trapped in a fog. Where is this?Wear it again or in a dream?Assyria's brain was a little sluggish, and he walked forward with his feet dizzy.After walking a distance of about ten meters, the surrounding situation did not change a bit. The fog sticking to the body made the body heavier, and the human consciousness became more confused, as if he was sinking into the deeper darkness little by little.

Suddenly, he staggered and almost tripped Ashur. The pain in his toes made Ashur wake up a lot. He was sweating profusely. For some reason, he felt inexplicably that if he really fell into the darkness, he might never wake up again. coming.

Dwarf fumbled under his feet, and quickly touched the stick-shaped thing that was tying him. When he took a look, he screamed out of fright, then quickly threw the thing in his hand, and sat down on the ground.My God, that is definitely a human arm bone. Where the hell did he go? Didn't he sleep on the bed at home?How is he going to leave?

"Is anyone there? Are you there?" Assyria yelled in a panic, forgiving him that a good citizen of the earth has never even encountered a murder case. At most, he was fighting with others in the orphanage when he was young, and touched a human bone suddenly. Everyone will be frightened, okay?

"Is anyone here? What is this place?"

Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded in the mist, step by step, approaching the direction of Assyria.Assyria clutched his heart that was beating faster and faster, fearful and uneasy but also looking forward to the appearance of the owner of the footsteps.

"Who? Who's there?" The voice gradually approached, and the footsteps became heavier, and Assyria's premonition became stronger. Is this still the sound of human footsteps?A voice in his heart urged him to run away.

"Idiot! Don't run fast, just sit and wait for death!" A curse sounded from behind him, and before Assyria had time to check who was behind him, a hand that suddenly stretched out grabbed his arm and went to meet him. Pulling his footsteps in the opposite direction, Assyria suddenly mustered up the courage to follow the owner of the hand and run in that direction desperately.