Chapter 470

As expected by punk, the magic crow vector succumbed. Although this alchemy creature without much backbone has its own wisdom, it still can't resist the influence of fear. Punk just brought two "extreme kinetic energy cones" close to the eyes of vector, and the crow who ate hard but not soft immediately opened all the core permissions of virtual soul.

There is no unnecessary nonsense to say. Almost the first time vector opens its core permissions, punk, who has already made preparations, immediately imprints its soul mark on the core control area of vector's soul.

So far, the legendary mage's hand training works, originally belonging to the magic crow vector of Southend, have completely become one of the spoils of punk! After the virtual soul core is branded with permissions, the life and death of vector and actions are firmly grasped by punk. Unless there is a legendary magic to remove the soul mark for the magic crow, otherwise the magic crow will never betray punk.

After checking the soul mark released by himself, the relaxed punk is free of the "extreme kinetic energy cone" and the magic confinement of binding vector. After having the control right of the virtual soul core of vector, the cautious punk is finally relieved.

With the passage of time, the cold of the night has gradually receded, and the dawn of Mira and chicasa has once again outlined Phnom Penh for the horizon.

Unknowingly, another whole night has passed, but punk has just reached the edge of the storm desert. Next, he plans to bypass the Hoth mountains and return to the truth branch of grey rain country. If he wants to save time, he has to act quickly.

Put the vector with a little drooping head and brain on your shoulder at will, punk releases "super fast" again and then embarks on the journey - he is not a person who likes to waste time, and stopping to convince vector has made punk a little uncomfortable.

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the journey for the purpose of driving is doomed to be a long and boring thing. Even if the speed of supersonic movement is fast, after a long time, anyone will no longer feel the pleasure of this acceleration, and the routes chosen by punk are all far away from the barren areas of the town and run all the way Only a few days can see a pile of vague and fleeting shrubs and rocks - the scenery without any aesthetic feeling undoubtedly greatly increases the boredom of travel.

For such a boring and silent journey, punk who can stand loneliness doesn't feel much, but the magic crow who can't stand loneliness on his shoulder has obviously begun to feel bored or even frightened.

Soon, some people accepted the reality of "new boss" and ended the silent "cold war" for three hours. They said to punk loudly:

"Gaga, I say boss, don't you want to know my story and the story of soxhend? That's a legendary magical experience, even if it's given to bards It is inferior to the "Gaga" of those unknown legends.

Maybe it's because punk doesn't pay enough attention to themselves. Just now, he secretly decided to ignore himself for the rest of his life. In a twinkling of an eye, he began to worry about his future situation.

Speaking of this, just now I quickly accepted the reality of the magic crow. In fact, the crow wants to put forward some "small" demands and benefits in the way of "Non Violence and non cooperation". But now punk is so silent that they are buried in the road. It seems that their attitude is totally different from its "non cooperation" How can vector fight for its own "deserved" welfare.

So, out of the dual consideration of boredom and taking the opportunity to ask, the smart vector began to take the initiative to find words.

After hearing vector finally can't help but speak in a childish voice, the punk who is running away can't help but smile.

Of course, he is very interested in the past experience of vector and the experience of Southend, because these ancient secrets will involve a lot of information and knowledge that are difficult to obtain.

But punk also knows that if you let yourself, a mage who was threatening others with a magic spell a few hours ago, ask questions and is still upset in his heart, even if he doesn't intend to hide it, he will take the opportunity to ask for more. But if he shows a completely uninterested expression like this The magic crow vector is sure to worry that its little chips will become worthless waste. By then, this stupid bird will say all the things punk wants to know.

As a matter of fact, punk did not expect. After finding that punk did not have much interest in his "intelligence", he immediately began to speak up with the idea of "hard can't come soft, business can't be successful, giving gifts and flattering".

It has to be said that the magic crow still understands the issue of leniency and strictness. Now he knows that punks don't want to go through the "cry, make noise and hang themselves", so it's more useful to be loyal to the new boss than to be stubborn.

"Cough.".

After clearing her throat with a young child's voice, vector said slowly:

"it was a long time ago, so old that it was hard for anyone to remember. I, a legendary magic crow, vector, was just born as a new virtual soul in a light blue ocean..."While telling his own story in a strong aria tone, he took a careful look at punk.

In the absence of any response, I really can't see how worried the "new boss" of the magic crow is.

Because of the high-speed movement of punk, the vector at this time can only hear the continuous meaningless buzz generated by the tearing of the air. As for whether punk has any feelings about his story

Magic crow can only reluctantly said: it can not even determine whether punk is listening to their own words!

He tilted his head slightly. A blue hairy vector stood up on his head. He carefully narrowed his eyes and tried to look under the hood of punk

But it didn't see the face of Punk - the shadow of hood hides Punk's expression too tightly, vector can only notice the blue pupil that emits cold and biting magic luster - even if the two suns are still pouring sunshine and warmth for the whole world, Punk's eyes can still let any creature from the soul Deep feel the piercing chill!

Almost reflexively, I moved my eyes away from Punk's extremely cold eyes. I couldn't help shaking my feathers. Finally, I decided to tell my story seriously

"I was born on a small temporary experimental platform, and the caster who made me He is a professional master of plastic energy department who has just been promoted to legend for two or three hundred years

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