Chapter 514 Magic Heir 8
The next step is to go back to the manor and have a good talk with Brother Zha. If you can cooperate obediently, then forget it, otherwise you will have to kill him.
As someone who had never killed anyone herself, she really couldn't bear it, so she had to hurry up and feel better.
Mo Ming: "Ugh~, you are becoming more and more expressive and disgusting."
Xining: "Are you considered a human being?"
...Mo Ming: "It's getting more and more annoying!"
Ignore it, hate it if you hate it, this dark system is useless anyway, especially at critical moments, it is even more useless!
"Hey~" The carriage driver suddenly stopped the carriage.
Xining asked: "What's wrong?"
The coachman replied that someone had blocked the road ahead and he could not continue.
So she looked out of the car window and was stunned!
A man wearing a black robe, a red cape, shoulder-length curly black hair, and an unshaven face was in front of the road. Who else could this person be? It was Brother Zha's subordinate Ron Krum.
Ron tilted his head, his black curly hair covering most of his face, and said in a very gloomy and dark voice: "You guy, how dare you hit me and even hurt me. Get off the car immediately, you will never do it today." Spare you!" After saying that, he squinted sharply, his sharp eyes cutting across like a blade. Paired with the short and strong beard, it looks very impressive!
However, the wooden supports on his feet and the crutches he was leaning on affected the overall effect... Xining immediately burst out laughing.
You have to go on your way, and this is the only way. After finally holding back his laughter, Xining stuck his head out and waved his hand: "Get out of the way!"
Ron sneered: "You told me to get out of the way, and I just got out of the way? What a dream! You must settle the account yesterday."
Although he didn’t know what the relationship was between this magician who obviously had a broken leg and was using a cane, and his employer in the car, the coachman didn’t want to rush through the muddy water: “Master Magician, you’d better find a way to get him out of the way. Or just get off.”
Xining opened the car door and frowned slightly as soon as his feet touched the ground. It still hurts a little!
The pain made her angry immediately, and she walked towards Ron while chanting a spell.
When Ron was approaching, Ron picked up the crutch and looked at her warily: "You're still fighting, please help me... Oh, you are really fighting, don't slap me in the face!"
His feet hurt so much and he had finished reciting the spell. Xining couldn't bear it anymore and raised his fist to hit him.
Ron was beaten and fell to the ground again. Xining grabbed one of his feet and threw him directly.
"Ah~" Ron screamed in a long tone and flew out smoothly, flying very high, flying very high~
Solved... Xining clapped his hands and went back to the carriage.
It was probably the first time that the driver saw such a violent female magician, sitting in the driving seat dumbfounded, his eyes slightly dull, following Xi Ning's figure without blinking.
After getting in the car, Xining shouted impatiently: "The roadblock has been cleared. What are you still doing? Keep on going!"
The coachman finally came to his senses and shook his whip. The whip made a crisp sound and the horse began to walk without having to hit it.
Mo Ming: "It would be nice to beat someone up this time. It would be better if I could kill someone."
Xining rolled his eyes, closed them immediately, leaned against the car wall, then took off his shoes, lifted them on the stool opposite, closed his eyes and rested.
When Xining fell into a deep sleep, the carriage stopped again.
The coachman shouted outside: "Master Magician, that magician is here again!" Ron's voice was heard outside: "You guy, not only hurt me, but also threw me out. Get off the car immediately, I won’t spare you today!”
Xining put on her shoes and got out of the car. When she saw it, she burst out laughing again. This time, Ron not only had a wooden board tied to one of his feet, but also tied an arm to a wooden board. It seemed that the hand was also broken.
Recite the powerful mantra, walk over directly, and throw the person out again. He clapped his hands, returned to the carriage, and continued on his way.
I'm too lazy to fight anymore, so just throw it away.
When the carriage stopped again and the carriage driver shouted for her to deal with it, Xining was extremely impatient.
Is it over yet? He got out of the carriage angrily, and when he saw it, he immediately laughed out loud.
Not only were Ron's hands and feet tied up with wooden boards, but the place where they had fallen was probably not good. His whole body was wrapped in layers of gauze, just like a mummy. Just the eyes, nose and mouth were left.
Even though the clothes on his body were replaced by layers of gauze, the magician's cloak was still on. The bright red one with white gauze is really eye-catching.
Ron was wearing a red cape and trying to look as handsome as possible. But now, no matter how he pushes out his chest and tightens his abdomen, his appearance is very funny in the eyes of outsiders.
He was very angry, and because of the bandage, his speech was a bit unclear: "You guy, not only did you throw me out, you also threw me into the thorns..."
Xining walked up to him and looked up and down. After sighing slightly, he didn't even need to recite the incantation. He stretched out a finger and poked lightly, and Ron fell straight down like a wooden man.
Xining turned around and returned to the carriage: "Continue on your way."
The coachman hesitated: "But the man is still in the middle of the road."
Xining said calmly: "Push over!"
Coachman...
Since the employer had said so and the magician could not be offended, the coachman had no choice but to close his eyes and let the horse move forward.
"Hey, hey, I'm here..." Seeing the carriage getting closer and closer, Ron shouted to no avail, so he could only crawl to the side with his hands and feet supported by wooden boards. I found that climbing was not as fast as rolling, so I finally rolled over and rolled to the side of the road before the carriage ran over me.
Ron's roar behind the carriage gradually moved away as the carriage moved forward: "You really dare to suppress me. I am also a magician after all. Why don't you give me any face..."
Sitting in the car, Xining felt about the same as the coachman. God knows how there could be such a stupid magician. Did he bribe the magic union?
When they arrived at the next town, Xining paid for the hired car, and before entering the hotel, he saw Ron again.
But this time Ron didn't follow, the one crutch turned into a double crutch, and the red magic cloak became extremely red again. I don't know if he changed another one, or used magic to clean up the cloak that rolled on the ground.
He stood across the street on crutches, looking through the window formed by the gauze on his face with sad eyes.
The people next to him stood at least five steps away with curiosity and a little fear, looking at the man in the red cloak. Because he was not wearing a black robe, he was not sure whether this person was a magician.
Ron turned his head, glared with sharp eyes, and cursed fiercely: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a magician?"
The other party was startled. He had seen magicians before, including one across the street, but he had never seen a magician so seriously injured.
(End of chapter)