Chapter 663

That night.

Ten o'clock sharp in the evening.

Gugu town.

clear and scant-started.

The town that had just fallen snow was covered with a thick layer of snow-white clothes.

Under the bright moon, two figures were sneaking and floating in mid air through the night.

——One of the figures swayed, as if it would crash at any time, and even ridiculously belched wine from time to time. It was like a big fart, especially loud.

The bright moonlight cast a mottled shadow in the cemetery of Gugu town.

The shadow of the tree swayed, and the words on the tombstone seemed to come alive, with mystery and gloom everywhere.

A girl with long purple hair wandered around the cemetery with a flashlight. From time to time, she squatted down, stood up and squatted down - it turned out that she was digging [snow roots] in the cemetery.

"Are you sure she's my daughter?... burp ~"

The supreme mage squinted and couldn't seem to see the figure on the snow, but the bright purple made him a little suspicious.

Yilin looked strange and said secretly that your daughter can't be sure. Let me be sure? Are you looking for your daughter or am I looking for my daughter?

After hesitating for a moment, for the sake of the supreme mage's collapse and drunkenness, Yilin crossed his legs and floated in the air. He said softly, "according to my understanding and reasoning, if you have to say that so many residents have your daughter, it can only be her."

By the way, Erin observed a moment of silence for poor honest Pierre for three seconds.

The expensive [ancient fruit wine] has become the only dependence of the helpless Mage at the moment. He was silent for a while. He didn't know where to put his hand. He could only fill his mouth with a big mouthful.

"Can't you confirm your magic?"

Yilin knew that the supreme mage knew many secrets, and he didn't know whether the "omnipotent" magic in his mouth could be used to recognize relatives.

"Yes!" The supreme mage suddenly realized that he didn't seem to remember his "mage" identity until now, and quickly nodded: "I need one of her hair."

Yilin nodded, opened the [shadow following] and got closer. He waved his hand and pulled a long purple hair from Abigail's head.

Abigail, who was playing in the cemetery, felt his scalp itch and reached out to touch it, but he didn't care.

The supreme mage Parkinson's hand clenched the long hair and his eyes were red, like a gambler who lost in a casino. He clenched the hair, closed his eyes and meditated for more than ten seconds, then opened his eyes.

For a moment, the supreme mage's eyes flashed with wonder, regret, suddenly and other complex emotions, lowered his head and looked down: "she is really my daughter!"

Yilin smiled: "Oh, cow force, magic can recognize relatives. Teach me when you have time."

The supreme mage's eyes were bloodshot and stared at Yilin. He couldn't hear that the hateful farmer was teasing him. In normal times, when there was no threat of food, he would mercilessly take it back - but now he was not in the mood.

Yilin couldn't understand the master's mood at the moment.

After all, he had no daughter and became a father for no reason.

In this situation, what should we say to encourage or comfort the mage?

This situation can be remembered, but didn't pay attention at that time?

No, it's not appropriate.

The grass you planted is crying to take it back?

It's not right. The mage may be angry.

Congratulations. Happy to be a father?

It seems that this doesn't sound good.

Do you remember the children by the mage tower by the forest lake?

The mage is likely to fight him on the spot.

After thinking for a long time, Yilin didn't know what to say and could only keep silent.

After a while, the mage finally summoned up his courage, and his cloak shook like a fighter who stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and dived down.

"Bang!"

The mage scrambled out of the snow.

Yilin silently covered his eyes. He really couldn't see it. The way the old father appeared was really unique.

The sudden movement behind him startled the purple haired girl exploring in the cemetery.

The supreme mage bowed his back, slowly got up and breathed out a mouthful of muddy wine.

To tell the truth, Abigail is really as her mother Caroline described. She is particularly bold and likes some things. In the face of this strange situation, a normal girl's normal reaction should be to scream, and then run away.

Abigail not only didn't run, but his eyes brightened and approached the mage's crash site carefully.

"Are you...?"

Abigail asked curiously.

"I... you, Dad, you... I... ouch, sleeping trough!"

At the moment, the mage who is good at quarreling is as clumsy as a brain cripple, incoherent and stammering. He hasn't pulled out a complete sentence "I'm actually your real father" for a long time.

Abigail shrunk his neck, as if frightened by the mage.

Yilin couldn't bear to let the mage face this important moment alone. He came nearby quietly, coughed twice and said with a smile: "Abigail, why don't you go home? Have a quarrel with your mother again?"

"Uncle farmer!" Irene has a good impression on the three members of Caroline's family. Abigail is not wary of Irene and smiles: "no, Dad says he wants to chat with his mother in the room. It will be a little loud. He asks me to come out and play."

Yilin and the mage looked at each other and were speechless.

Abigail kicked the snow at his feet, bowed his head and said, "but I tell you quietly that mom doesn't like to chat with dad at ordinary times. It's boring to say that Dad can't talk for two minutes."

Yilin looked at the mage silently again.

The mage shook his head and stared, as if to say, it doesn't matter. Don't look at me.

Yilin sighed and decided to help the master round the field.

"Abigail, this Grandpa, ah no, this uncle, is helping me on my farm now. It's nice."

Abigail tilted his head, looked up and down, his hands trembling, his eyes shining, and the bearded supreme mage hesitated for a moment and said carefully: "I can't see..."

The supreme mage was hurt. He picked up the cold snow and poured it into his mouth.

"If, I said if..." Yilin felt that his tone was like a strange uncle who tricked an ignorant girl: "if there is a vast world outside Gugu Town, where there are people who can fly, fire breathing birds, water spraying flowers, and many things you have never seen before, do you want to have a look?"

"Yes!"

Abigail smiled happily.

Yilin looked at the mage and asked, "if the price is, you can't come back here again?"

Abigail was stunned. She lowered her head and thought for a moment. When she raised her head again, her eyes were bright: "can you take mom and dad with you?"

Yilin shook his head: "No."

"Forget it." Abigail pouted. He seemed a little unhappy and regretted: "here, it's also very good."

What else does Irene want to ask.

The supreme mage held on to Yilin's clothes tremblingly with his scarred hand.

"Let's go."

Abigail looked at the two figures disappearing in the night and snow and whispered, "what a strange uncle."

……

"Is that really good?"

Along the way, the mage was silent.

He didn't even answer Irene's words.

No explanation for why.

He flew in the direction of the farm in his cloak.

He even seemed to have broken his hands and feet, hung down softly, and let the cloak king "hang" the expressionless supreme mage back to the farm like a hook.

Later, the supreme mage soaked in the cellar day and night and got drunk.

For the rest of the winter, the supreme mage seemed to become a wine barrel.

Never left the cellar.

until,

The spring of the third year.

"The third year, the new spring."

Elaine stretched out and walked out of the room at six in the morning.

The supreme mage who worked as a wine bucket for several days woke up today.

At the moment, he is in front of the mirror, carefully trimming his beard, carefully combing the curly hair on his head with high-grade hair wax, and the whole person is radiant again.

"Figured it out?"

Yilin came behind the supreme mage and asked with a smile.

"Yes."

"Is that really good?"

"That's it." The corner of the supreme mage's mouth rose slightly, his right hand shook, and his cloak was put on his shoulder. I saw him floating slowly, glowing with mystery and elegance.

"Now that you have mastered the basics of mages, from today on, our course will enter the next new stage."

The master said, shaking and pulling his hands, and two complex magic arrays appeared between his palms out of thin air, like two small shields.

……

Since his assets exceeded 20 million and Yilin was upgraded to Nongsheng, his life of exploding liver on the farm was equivalent to an end.

Even if he followed the rules and played casually for a year, he produced more than 10 million wine alone.

To tell you the truth, this test is not difficult.

You can easily pass this nightmare test by finding the right way to fish in the liver mine cave and finding a mage helper. It's really not too difficult.

In order not to appear so outrageous on the list of farmers, Yilin has kept all the wine produced in his cellar since the spring of the third year. It has become old wine, but he doesn't sell it, so as not to scare others.

He has a bigger headache now.

Yilin went to another luxurious house with a more spacious cellar.

When I walked into the cellar, I saw that the cellar of nearly thousands of square meters was filled with [gem replicator]. Several boxes of perfect crystals were produced every day and piled on the ground. Yilin's storage space could not contain so many crystals for a long time.

This extra crystal, Yilin doesn't know where to use it. It hurts.

But this is convenient for the supreme mage.

When he practiced his hand, he didn't have to consider consumption. He directly asked the cloak gentleman to enter the crystal cellar, take a bag of crystals on the ground, take a thousand or 800 kilograms of crystals out, and put them in the open field of the farm to play slowly and toss slowly. The supreme mage had a lot of fun.

The formulaic life makes it difficult to feel the passage of time.

Either Yilin or the supreme mage, at least in theory, almost mastered each other's knowledge.

Why almost?

As for nairin, Yilin knows the principle of the mage releasing all spells. But different from the mage, he lacks the worship and understanding of those high-ranking leaders. In the words of the supreme Mage: if you want to borrow the power of vizanti, domam and other big men, you must first understand it, understand it, worship it, please it and go deep into it. Otherwise, the big guys won't bird you.

Spring goes to the summer solstice, summer goes to autumn.

In the twinkling of an eye, there was little time left until the end of the trial.