Hogwarts: wand in left hand, dragon-patterned mace in right hand

When Stephen heard this, he remembered.

He had a fierce fight with Sicheng at the girl's door.

The noise caused was loud.

No matter how well you sleep, you should be woken up?

But what's going on now?

That girl drank the water of life and death?

No way!

"Stephen, have you forgotten that I-still have a title!"

Hearing this, Stephen stood up with his body brace.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted violently.

"Son of Illusion!"

Hearing this, Sicheng smiled affirmatively.

Stephen looked at the unsightly walls around him that had been destroyed by the spell.

I thought about the painful feeling I had just felt.

He shook his head.

yelled:

"No way! You lied to me!"

"Even a fantasy can't be so real!"

"I've seen reports about fantasy spells, and it says that people who enter the illusion will vaguely feel the reality of the situation......"

As he spoke, Stephen fell silent with his mouth open.

Then, he said noncommittally:

"Fake?"

"That's where you lied to them!"

"You deceived everyone!"

Hearing this, Sicheng shook his head and said:

"Actually, I didn't do that, the Dream Spell does. "

"It's just that who told you that this is the illusion of the Dream Spell. "

As soon as these words came out, Stephen's face instantly became ugly.

Now it seems that he fell under the spell of the other party from the beginning.

All this is just the other party teasing himself.

After thinking clearly, Stephen fell to the ground blindly.

"What do you want to know?"

Hearing this, Sicheng looked at Stephen curiously.

Stephen looked at Sicheng's appearance and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Thinking that he was famous for a lifetime, today he was planted in the hands of a little wizard.

"If you don't kill me now, don't you just want to know the news from me!"

"Ask, I'll tell you. "

Sicheng looked at Stephen helplessly.

Is it really good for you to add drama to yourself like this?

If you don't kill him, it's not because the werewolf's life energy is a little stronger than that of ordinary wizards.

As a result, the other party has not died until now.

But he couldn't do it in reality, in that case, he wouldn't be able to perfectly experiment with the True Dream Spell.

This true dream spell is the real dream spell that Sicheng has always wanted.

Moreover, those previous assumptions are now basically perfected.

The difference is just practice.

At this juncture, Stephen took the initiative to deliver the goods to the door, and I don't know how much trouble he saved.

Suddenly, Sicheng felt a darkness in front of him.

A werewolf appeared in front of Sicheng's eyes.

The stench from the werewolf's mouth pounced on him.

"Stinky little ghost, even in the illusion, as long as I kill you, you will be hurt in reality!"

"Hahaha!"

Sicheng looked at Stephen, who was getting closer and closer, and his mind moved, and a large amount of smoke appeared around him.

Wait for the smoke to clear.

Stephen was chained to seven or eight chains and hung in the air.

Every time it shakes, there is a rattling sound.

"This, what is this!"

Stephen looked at Sicheng in horror.

Just now, he was about to pounce on Sicheng.

How did it appear here in a blink of an eye.

He was still hanging from chains.

Moreover, how can this chain be tied tighter and tighter!

"Stephen, if it were me, I wouldn't be shaking the chains so violently!"

Stephen stopped and asked wistfully:

"Can you live without moving?"

Sicheng said casually:

"Can't!" (read the violent novel, just go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

"But I can live a little longer!"

On the first floor of the Highwyn Pharmacy, Sicheng uses a levitation charm to move Stephen to a corner.

It's not a problem to always block the door.

He was on the couch.

The bitter cold of winter cooled the unlit fire. []

"Hey, this guy is so patient, it's been ten minutes, and he's not dead!"

At the moment when Sicheng's words fell.

The sparkle in Stephen's eyes was gone.

At the same time, his tall body turned out to be skinny and bone-like.

"Dead?"

Sicheng got up and walked over to Stephen's side.

Carefully examined Stephen's appearance.

The same effect as envisaged.

The soul dissipates, the life force disappears, and even the magic disappears.

Sicheng waved his wand.

Stephen floated behind Sicheng.

After casting a disillusionment spell on them, he quietly opened the door.

Then use teleportation to run in the direction of Tumbledown Alley.

Passing by the Bogin blog store, Stephen's body is thrown in front of the door.

Subsequently, a fire spell was used, which set Stephen's body on fire.

A lifeless corpse is simply not enough to burn for too long.

But Sicheng doesn't need to hide Stephen's identity, just burn it and be discovered.

Soon, the wizard wandering in the Tumbledown Alley saw the firelight and ran over.

After seven or eight scruffyly dressed wizards extinguished the flames.

One of the wizards suddenly snorted.

"It seems to smell like Stephen!"

"What!"

"Stephen!"

Hearing the wizard's words, all the wizards present panicked.

Stephen is a werewolf.

Or a werewolf wizard.

It's also a more powerful character among werewolves.

How was it discarded outside the Borgin blog store today.

I heard that he took a mission, could it be related to that mission?

Is that what the adults warned them?

These wizards spend their days in Tumbledown Alley, clearing the rules of survival here.

So, after thinking about it for a few minutes, someone turned their attention to Stephen's.

Although his clothes and all that were burned were burned.

But as a werewolf, not to mention that the whole body is a treasure, it is still possible to refine one or two black magic items.

Sicheng hid in a corner and watched the scene in front of him.

It's a feeling of nausea.

Is this what a moth in the wizarding world should look like!

It's disgusting......

Thinking about it, Sicheng had an extra mask in his hand.

When he reappeared, he had an extra spider mask on his face.

There was a strong dark aura all over the body.

"What are you doing?"

Indifferent voices came from behind several people.

Let them scramble for a while.

Before they came, they were sure that there were only a few of them here.

Now whose voice is this sudden appearance?

They slowly turned to look at Sicheng.

I saw the mask of terror.

The spider on the mask seemed to be alive, constantly writhing its body.

Suddenly, a childish voice came from Sicheng's body.

"Oh, is this my dinner?"

"Great, Kanqila Ten".