Chapter 526 Magic Heir 20
Brad thought of another move: "Can you do the levitation spell? If not, I will take you with me."
Still looking at her, he figured out how many kilograms she had gained after eating and drinking so much these days. Can you take her to float?
Wherever you look, she's not fat! He can also help her act cool and fly.
The carriage was speeding, and there was no way to jump on it. Even if the levitation spell could make people levitate in mid-air, the car was so close to the branches, and it was quite uncomfortable to be carried away at high speed.
Not wanting to have scars all over his face and body from being slapped by branches, Xining said helplessly: "Then it's better to stay there, it's better than jumping down and falling to death."
At this time, the car actually stopped!
The car stopped in front of a house. This house was quite large. It had three floors and a spire. It had at least thirty rooms, so it could be considered a mansion. It was dark, with no light inside, and the surrounding fog was so thick that even the sun in the sky was blocked, making it appear extremely dark, like night.
After getting out of the car, Brad shouted: "Is there anyone there? Who is it?"
But no one answered. In the big house not far away, it suddenly lit up, one room after another... and soon the whole house was brightly lit.
Do you want them to come into the house?
Everything here is too weird, and of course Brad won't go in until the end. So he shouted again: "Who are you and why did you ask us to come here?"
But still no one answered. The carriage next to it was still parked, and the skeleton coachman in a formal dress was sitting there with his head slightly lowered, as if he was resting and asleep. Of course, it has no eyelids, only two black eye sockets.
"What nonsense!" Xining got angry and started to roll up his sleeves: "To pull him here without asking is kidnapping. I will bomb the whole place and knock him down if he leaves!"
With the palms of both hands facing up, he began to recite a mantra: "Darker than the night, deeper than the ocean..."
Break the dragon! Brad was so frightened that he immediately went up and covered Xining's mouth.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The spell was interrupted. Xining pulled down Brad's hand and shouted: "What are you doing? Blow them all up, even the fog will blow up, and we can go out!"
Not only the fog, but everything will turn into ashes, and even the soil on the ground will turn into dark clouds and fly into the sky.
"The power of Broken Dragon Slash is too great. Don't use it lightly! This is for your own good. My hair has just turned black." Brad explained quickly.
You must never use Broken Dragon Slash again. The last time I used it, I almost scared people to death. If she uses it again, the Magic Association and many magic families will come forward to stop her. She cannot be allowed to use it again and again, blowing up big black holes everywhere.
Suddenly the door of the house not far away opened, and a ray of light shone out from the house, almost blinding people's eyes. A figure walked out of it...
Hardly accustomed to the light, Xining and Brad squinted their eyes slightly.
A man came out, walked outside the door, and walked up to the two of them.
This man was wearing a tuxedo, a black tie, and a small mustache. He raised his head slightly, looking a little arrogant.
When I walked up to them, there was a strong circle of aristocrats who emphasized: "Miss, sir, my master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come with me." He also behaved like a well-trained aristocratic butler. .
"Who is your master..." Brad asked. The butler's back was straight and his head was slightly raised. He felt a bit like a big penguin. He said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone: "When you see it, you will know it."
"I don't want to get to know each other. If I don't explain clearly, I have to leave now." Xi Ning was very angry. He didn't invite them here because he kidnapped them on the way. What kind of politeness could he ask, "Will you let us go?"
The butler tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile hanging on his lips: "Since you are already here, why don't you go in to meet my master and have a glass of red wine before leaving?"
"Wrong answer!" Xining rolled his eyes and turned his palms up: "Darker than the night, deeper than the ocean... Wuwuwu..."
Brad desperately hooked his arm around Xining's neck and covered her mouth with one hand: "Didn't I tell you not to use this trick easily? Why do you still use it?"
The owner of the body is just a delicate young lady from an aristocratic family, so of course she cannot break free with this little strength. Xining stomped hard with his heel, and Brad immediately let go. He grinned in pain and jumped on one leg while holding his foot.
"Don't hug me again, and don't cover my mouth again!" After Xining yelled fiercely, he said to the housekeeper in a very positive tone: "I won't go in until you explain clearly what's going on. Your master’s.”
Brad quickly recited a spell, and finally his feet stopped hurting: "Yes, we won't go in. Tell us clearly who is it and why did they bring us here?"
Before the housekeeper could speak, he heard someone speaking, a young man's voice: "In that case, I will invite you in personally."
As soon as they finished speaking, Xining and Brad felt their surroundings shaking. When they saw clearly, they were already standing in a bright light.
It was a hall-like living room. It was very spacious and could even hold a small cocktail party for twenty or thirty people.
The light comes from the candle holders lined up in the corner. Unlike other metal candle holders, the candles here are all inserted into the skulls.
One by one, the skulls had their heavenly caps lifted off, and candles were stuck inside. Some of the candles had burned out so much that the flames were already inside the skulls. I saw candlelight shining through the deep eye sockets of the skull.
There are four piles of sofa seats in the center, each pile can accommodate at least five or six people sitting and chatting.
There was a person sitting on one of the sofas.
He looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, which is the best age in the world. He has a handsome face and wears a loose linen shirt with an untied collar and an open collar on his upper body and a pair of black trousers on his lower body. He was leaning on the soft sofa in a leisurely manner, holding a glass of red wine in a crystal glass.
Although the winemaking technology here is not very good, and sometimes the red wine is quite turbid, Xi Ning always feels that the glass is not filled with red wine, but more like blood.
Xining stood there: "Who are you, where are you from, and what do you want to do?"
The young man suddenly smiled, and the smile on his face suddenly felt brighter and more dazzling than the surrounding candlelight. He shook the cup in his hand, and the red liquid inside also sloshed. The tone is still gentle and a bit lazy: "Can't we change it and stop asking the same questions all the time?"
Xining sneered, then changed to another: "Who am I? Where do I come from? Where are I going? What are I going to do?" Since I can't ask you, then I can ask myself. As long as I can answer, I want to know the result. All the same.
The other party was stunned for a moment, then laughed. The smile at this time was much better than before. Maybe the smile this time was real and not a fake smile.
(End of chapter)