bookrandom Chapter 387 People are often very good at enduring hardship when they do bad things.
Chapter 387 People are often very good at enduring hardship when they do bad things.
Without even glancing at Mi Yaxing, she reached out her hand directly to the desolate landscape: "Where's my book?"
Huangwu, tidying up the clothes, asked, "What?"
"Find out what you just took. Once you have it, I'll give you the incantation. You don't need to return the books you lent him before." The Soul Summoning Demon King was in a very bad mood, his tone carrying a hint of suppressed anger.
Huangwu continued tidying his clothes: "Huh?"
Where did the book go?
The clothes, still disheveled, were not yet sorted: "Me?"
Without asking any further questions, the Soul Caller's patience completely ran out. He grabbed the culprit, whose clothes, which had just been straightened, were now wrinkled again. Without saying another word, the two disappeared on the spot.
Miya Xing glanced at the distance, then at the dark shadows darting about in the sky.
It's not far, but I'll have to walk back by myself tonight. After a tiring night, I should be able to get a good night's sleep.
It's best to ask the housekeeper, Carrington, before going to bed if there's any way to get this thing down, so it doesn't accidentally damage someone else's house.
Most people whose property is damaged are afraid to come to Carrington's office, and if they do, it's usually Carrington who handles it.
If things unfortunately end up in ruins, it's impossible to get compensation; you'll most likely have to pay them instead.
What kind of ordinary person would come knocking on your door? Why would they be willing to pay compensation?
Afterwards, Huangwu felt exhausted and troubled, and he would definitely be on the list of people who had been tormented.
We still need to nip all crises in the bud.
The two disappeared from their spot and reappeared in a dark forest in the blink of an eye.
"The book is ruined." Huangwu said sincerely, and then burst into tears, "Waaah, I was afraid you would scold me in front of others, so I didn't dare to say it, waaah."
"Get away from me!" Feeling disgusted, he threw the person aside, shook his hands several times, and then rubbed them vigorously, as if there was something dirty stuck to them.
"You despise me?!" The howling grew louder.
Dark shadows swayed in the woods, appearing and disappearing into the distance, accompanied by the rustling of leaves.
The animals' keen senses kept them away from this area.
The summoner recalled that before the desolation, he had enjoyed hunting, using magic to capture those he couldn't hit, stabbing them a few times with arrows to vent his anger before releasing them back—
After all, he only enjoyed the thrill of hunting; the prey he brought back was of no use to him.
After a month or so of playing around, she got tired of it, and the animals in the forest had become harder to catch after being trained.
Is it the same magical forest?
It was such a trivial thing that I have no recollection of it.
When she heard about it, she was at the border between the Black and the Quark tribes, listening to their shouts and pondering her magic book. She had no recollection of what she was just listening to for amusement.
“My books are all enchanted; I can find out if a book is destroyed.”
A light, airy sound seemed to convey a thousand words, and the aggrieved wailing stopped.
"Huh? What kind of magic is so convenient that every book has it?"
Her voice was completely free of sobs or choking.
“Hmm, just a little magic from Destian.” The Soul Caller wasn’t worried that she would escape.
The house is there; you can run away on the first day of the month, but you can't run away on the fifteenth.
"Oh dear, it's so dark, why don't we do it tomorrow..."
"It's just as dark during the day." The trees are tall and leafy, and the presence of the black mist makes the sky inherently dark for the Dark Clan.
The magic spell didn't come with a location tracking function; she found this forest by tracing her route through the desolate area.
It can't go any further. That way, you have to pass through Dark Night's territory. Once the desolation passes, Dark Night should know that she won't like chatting with Dark Night.
On the other hand, there is a risk of running into the Quark tribe.
Huangwu doesn't have the habit of memorizing spells; he must have learned magic on the spot.
Although magical artifacts are not as powerful as teleportation arrays, a misoperation can send you flying a great distance in an instant, and the newly learned magic is too risky for the Wasteland to take.
In some places, there is little wasteland. Although a large area is not under her jurisdiction, if someone finds a piece of something that has fallen into the forest, they will immediately report it to her so that she can exchange it for some money.
Those below only kept their heads down and lived their own lives, not caring who their superiors were. Her generosity and love for magic books were well-known, and no one would pass up the opportunity to make a fortune.
Should we continue the search?
Half the night, a whole day, and now it's getting dark again. Huangwu led her here and there, and every now and then they caught a whiff of the magic book.
In the end, both of them were panting heavily.
"I've always been the one using magic, what are you tired of?" Huanhun gritted his teeth.
One minute they're in a tree and want to climb it, the next they're being carried away by an animal and want to follow it, then they're tearing down people's houses and digging up people's land.
"I put in a lot of effort!"
Directing people to do this and that is also very tiring!
The summoner wasn't unaware that he was being played.
However, after the first time Huangwu insisted that she climb the tree and then climb down, digging holes in the tree and splitting it, a wild magic book actually appeared.
It was a book she had been searching for for a long time.
Nothing was gained thereafter.
"Don't even think about resting until you find the magic book you took from me!" Just to find out why the cat was making strange noises, within three minutes, Wasteland found a book and took it away.
"Oh, a magic book," she yawned, pulled one out of her pocket, and tossed it over casually. "Here you go."
"I'm done playing, I'm going back to rest."
The pages of the book turned in mid-air with the wind. Huanhun took the book in a daze and glanced at it. It was the magic book he had been searching for all night.
Then, she squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Desolate!!"
Miya Star heard that Rui Bu Si had fought with the Soul Summoning Demon King.
Rumor has it that the two fought fiercely, and the Desolate Demon Lord was almost beaten to the point of dissipation, but fortunately the Dark Emperor came to the rescue.
Afterwards, the Soul Summoning Demon King even sent an apology gift, suggesting that the Desolate Demon Lord was at least seriously injured.
The person who was said to be seriously injured and beyond saving by others was fiddling with a fruit platter.
Miya Xing was flipping through the so-called "apology gift," the complicated magical incantations giving him a headache: "Did you lose?"
Whether in the present or in records and rumors from four hundred years later, it is clear that the Desolate Demon Lord's Scroll Envoy is the weakest of the five spirit stone forms.
"What do you mean by winning or losing?" Huangwu waved his hand indifferently, focusing on arranging the fruit plate. "I just tried out a little toy that the elves bought."
"And what were the results of the trial?"
"The soul was successfully transferred to mid-air in a certain place and confined there." Running all night was certainly not for nothing.
She said with a wistful tone, "There are still many solutions," her pride implying a sense of self-worth in maintaining good relationships with her colleagues. "Breaking the seal and plunging her into the ground, waiting for someone to come and rescue her the next day, or something like that."
Ok?
Is it really that simple?
Miya Xing sensed something was wrong: "Where?"
It can't be that the Soul Summoning Demon King is afraid of falling and doesn't want others to know.
"A cesspool."