The spell daily of the departed savior

"I have decided not to eat you as a nutrient." The cold and hollow voice of the curse spirit sounded behind the two: "Your body is so interesting, are you really human? I can feel that you are not Mana is not a conjurer, but there seems to be some other power in you that I can't see that prevents me from touching you, what is it?"

The tone of the curse spirit is innocent and cruel, just like a child's curious exploration of tearing off the dragonfly's head after catching it.

It curiously stretched out its finger bones and poked at Wuli's back where the spine was clearly visible, but was blocked by the invisible air.

Jianren Qihai, who failed to react at the first time, broke into a cold sweat because of the action of the curse spirit, and then reacted immediately. Leave.

A large amount of spell power was drawn out, and the spell was activated. Jianren Qihai turned around and swung the short machete at the spell spirit sticking behind the two.

However, the curse spirit just stretched out his arm bone, and raised a white finger bone at Jianren Qihai.

Special-level magic spell, [Scar Healing] activates.

Almost instantly, Jianren Qihai groaned in pain, a large amount of blood gushed out from under his shirt, and the wounds he had suffered in battles resurfaced on his strong and slender body at this moment.

The abdomen that had been aching from before being pulled into the field, and was injured twice due to the battle with the real person, was pierced again.

The physical pain made Jianren Qihai almost unable to hold the magic tool. His figure swayed, but he immediately stood up straight again and gritted his teeth.Because Wuli's injury was too serious to move, he could only confront the curse spirit in such a posture that he was very close to him.

After the field is unfolded, whether it is a magic spirit or a magician, it will be upgraded from the original nirvana to a nirvana that must hit.

That is to say, the two of them who are trapped in the domain of this newly born super magic spirit at this moment are doomed to defeat no matter how they fight.

The curse spirit, who was very clear about the severity of their injuries, let out a low "giggle" laugh, and the bones also made the sound of friction, and had already determined that the two were trophies in his pocket.

"I said it's useless, magician, you can't escape." The eyes of the curse spirit with only eye socket bones left turned to Jianren Qihai: "Stay here and be my nutrient."

Even though the curse spirit has no eyeballs, Jianren Qihai can still feel the cold gaze shot from the opponent's eye socket.

"My technique is to restore all the injuries the opponent has suffered in an instant. The more people who have been injured in battle all the year round, the harder it is to escape my technique." The curse spirit opened his mouth, as if grinning smile.

——Surgical information disclosure.

The more detailed the details are actively disclosed, the more profound and obvious the effect of the technique can be achieved.

Jianren Qihai's heart sank, knowing that the other party was serious.

——Can I really take Wuli away from here safely?

Wuli had suffered too many injuries in the past, just like what this curse spirit said, its technique was specially created to kill people like Wuli who are accustomed to fighting.

Although Wuli is still alive now, if he cannot immediately send Wuli back to a high school to find a home for reversal treatment with nitrous, after losing most of his skin and muscles, and even damaged organs, Wuli will undoubtedly die .

No, maybe even... it's too late.

At this moment, Qihai Jianren suddenly regretted bringing Wuli here today. If they hadn't come, Wuli would not have encountered such a cruel situation.

Wuli is not even a magician, just an ordinary citizen with inexplicable power.

The conjurer's hand could hardly hold the spell tool because of the lubrication of the blood dripping down the arm and the sweat in the palm of the hand.

Curse Spirit, who had a panoramic view of Jianren Qihai's expression at such a close distance, smiled, like a cat playing with a mouse, and finally lost interest, and began to raise his arm bone to prepare for the final blow.

However, at this moment, Wuli suddenly raised his eyes to look at the tall curse spirit, and smiled wildly: "Can't escape? It's obviously just a timid mouse who has been hiding in the mine for ten years and dare not show up, but he is inexplicably confident." ah."

The curse spirit who was poked at the painful place screamed, and raised his hand in anger to attack Xiang Wuli fiercely.

Bone arms stretched out in all directions at the same time stretched out and grabbed Wuli's limbs and waist tightly, not caring about adding new injuries to the already seriously injured wounds.

Physiological pain caused the brain to direct the body to make an evacuation response, and the scarred body paused, dragging down Wuli's movement of swinging the knife.

"boom--!"

Even though his hands were bloody and bloody, the long knife held tightly by Wuli cut off half of the phalanx that the curse spirit stretched out.

But he himself was also hit by the curse spirit's anger, and he was blown away from a distance, and fell heavily on the ground full of bones.

The white ribs on the ground pierced his stomach when Wuli fell to the ground, and he subconsciously let out a low pained grunt, and then under this fall, his internal organs, which were already seriously injured, almost separated from his abdominal cavity.

The invisible airflow flowing around his body tightly wrapped his remaining body, barely maintaining his body functions instead of skin and muscles.

Wuli lay on his back on the white bones, but instead laughed out loud.

The low laughter became louder and louder, echoing in the empty field, tinged with madness.

The author has something to say: Sorry for being late, I went out yesterday to do some errands with my friends, and I finished it in the early morning. My body hurts too much all night, and I only recovered after sleeping during the day

Jianren Qihai has always been very clear that he is different from Wujo Wu, a genius conjurer from the Yusan family.

He is neither a genius nor a family, but an ordinary person who chose to become a conjurer because of his magical power.For him, it was not power or ideals that mattered.

It's just money.

The conjurer is just a lucrative job, which can give him the opportunity to save enough pension money before the age of 35, and then retire smoothly, and find a small place that no one knows to spend the rest of his life peacefully.

This is what Jianren Qihai decided when he resigned from the financial company because he couldn't understand the dirty inside of the financial industry, escaped from the world of ordinary people and returned to the magic world.

Conjurers are shit/shit, but so are capitalists.

Nanami Kento, who was completely disappointed in the magic world because of the death of his best friend Hui Yuanxiong, decided not to set foot in the magic world after graduating from high school—and then he personally shattered this decision.

As a conjurer, maybe you can save a few more lives. Although you don't need their thanks, it may be of some value.

At that time, Qihai Jianren thought so.

The current Qihai Jianren once again remembered his previous thoughts.

He squatted beside Wuli, while he was vigilant against the attack of the curse spirit again, while carefully checking Wuli's injury, but the palm he stretched out couldn't stop shaking.

"Mr. Wuli, Wuli..." Jianren Qihai whispered Wuli's name, paying close attention to the young man's face, as if he was afraid that he would lose consciousness: "Can you hold on?"

Wuli was amused by Qihai Jianren's statement. He turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the curse spirit. The curse spirit was jumping back and forth alternately on one foot because he had successfully caused him damage. The palm of the hand also gradually recovered from the mantra.

Jianren Qihai also noticed the state of the curse spirit.

The other party was as excited and malicious as a cat playing with a mouse, but they couldn't even move because of the other party's spells.

Jianren Qihai looked down at his watch.

"Crack, click..."

The hour and minute hands form a straight line, six o'clock.

The eight-hour workday is full.

"Next, it's time for overtime." Jianren Qihai stood up with his back facing Wuli, the power of the spell far better than before suddenly burned on him, and he raised his hand to untie the machete that had been wrapped around the magic tool. The leopard-print cloth reveals the true face of the magic tool.

"Wuli-jun, I just want to ask you one thing." His voice was low and calm: "Don't fight any more, find a chance to leave the domain, and go to Jiaguozi for the treatment of the reversal technique. Live, At least don't make my sacrifice worthless."

Ok?