The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

"Looks right."

The Admiral came over and looked at a few people.

"Gray magic, only necromancers can use it."

Necromancer.

Frederick's heart sank.

Necromancers have disappeared for hundreds of years, why do they still appear?

what is going on?

Uh--

Compared to the seriousness of several people.

Shen Changlin's mouth twitched, his expression strange.

He looked at the innocent-looking boy and gave him a thumbs up silently.

Great old man, grandpa~

"you try."

Suddenly, Allen spoke to the young man Chu.

"Um?"

Qi Lao, who was drinking tea with a teacup, looked at Alan strangely.

"He's not a Westerner, how can he know magic?"

Even the general looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What are you thinking?"

The admiral didn't understand that it was normal, so why didn't President Qi know?

Allen frowned and looked at Qi Lao.

"Don't you know they can do magic?"

"puff--"

The tea in Old Qi's mouth spewed out in a gulp.

Fuxi, who had been prepared for a long time, threw out the barrier, blocked the tea, and threw it into the trash can.

And Qi Lao, who was suddenly choked, coughed twice and stared at Allen in horror.

"What are you talking about?"

...it seems that I really don't know.

Allen squinted at the big monk who laughed very sternly, the Taoist priest with a dull face, and the innocent boy who made his hands ticklish and wanted to beat him.

The temples jumped suddenly.

He suppressed his anger and kept his voice calm.

"This Taoist priest can't, the other two can, one is beginner and the other is familiar."

Admiral: "..." He may have hallucinated.

Qi Lao: "..." He may be old.

The two stared blankly at the boy.

In the end, Qi Lao looked at the stinky child with a psychedelic face.

"You really know magic?"

"Well, so-so, just a little bit~"

The young man with a bright smile was the size of a fingernail.

Alan's eyebrows twitched when he saw it.

The alchemy door can be opened, but it's so-so?

The humility and courtesy of the Oriental, how can it be used on him?

"...No, you're not a realm - how on earth did you cultivate spirituality and magic? Mutated or hybrid?"

What the **** is a hybrid?

The Chu youth squinted at Qi Lao.

"Grandpa is very talented, can't you?"

"...Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing, you are here to draw a picture for me to see, how good are you!"

Qi Lao looked unhappy.

I really can't believe that there are people from the East who can practice magic.

The most important thing is, isn't this girl incapable of spiritual practice?

This is not only spiritual practice, but also magic?

What's the matter with the Chu family?

Did you say that the inheritance of talent is broken?

Fuck this shit!

It's almost perfect! !

The bad old man Xi, did he deliberately want to see him laugh, so he didn't say anything! ?

Hey!

That old bastard, when he comes out of this retreat this time, he must be called good-looking!

Don't think that if he saves you, you will be merciful and not beat him!

So hateful!

So annoying! !

Inexplicably, Xi Lao, who had a **** pot on his back, was squatting in a cave at this time, and he sneezed.

While sneezing, he also roared at the top of the cave.

"Black 3rd! You let me out ah ah ah ah-"

"Draw it, stupid?"

The boss with Qi Lao's face was unhappy.

The young man Chu blinked innocently.

"Master may not be able to draw it. Gray magic or something, Master has never played-"

...So, who stabbed a big 'ghost' before?

That thing, is it a big 'ghost'?

Shen Changlin thought blankly.

"Try it."

Alan looked at him.

"You were able to open the alchemy gate before, maybe this time, too."

"Okay, since you have invited Master so sincerely, then Master will draw it~"

The smiling boy stood up from the sofa.

Walking to the open space, the fingertips released spiritual power, depicting the magic circle.

That slow, seemingly serious, but very perfunctory movement and speed made Shen Changlin and Fuxi's eyes flash.

Isn't this person planning to open the 'door' again?

However, it really shouldn't be turned on.

underworld.

It's not that living people like them can step on at will.

At that time, if you accidentally release a big devil that can't end, then the ball will be over.

Thinking of the two here, they are also calm.

What do you call the comer?

Your dad is still your dad.

This man is really so calm all the time.

Not out of interest or fun at all.

There is an urge to do something irreparable.

He's always testing out the edges.

It's fun to play, and it's new to try.

On the other hand, be careful to guard against the dead, and the slightest mistake is not allowed to happen.

really-

Too sensible and restrained.

As the two guessed.

Chu Jungu didn't plan to open the door over there again.

I don't know if it's her illusion, or she's too sensitive.

Always felt--

When the previous one, the magic circle connected to the underworld below, was opened.

Above the sky, something made an overloaded trembling sound.

After she quickly patted the thing back and tore up the magic circle.

The thin trembling sound above the sky returned to calm, as if he had hallucinated.

but.

That kind of voice that was on the verge of collapse and cracking made her feel very bad.

very bad.

So, um, just mess around with it.

A young man with a smile and clear eyes.

He slowly drew the magic circle, looked up at them, and looked innocent.

"Hey, no response."

Allen frowned.

Always feel weird.

He walked over and took a closer look. There were tiny marks on the ground, and the marks were indeed the marks of the gray magic circle.

The traces in it are clearly visible, and there is no mistake.

But no response.

"so?"

Ellen murmured softly.

"Yes, Lord is not a necromancer, how could it be useful?"

The boy glared at Ellen.

"Aren't you all useless? What do you mean by such a skeptical distinction?"

"...No, I didn't mean that—"

"Don't you doubt your father?"

"I--"

"Look, if you hesitate, it means doubt! No, Mr. Pastor, you are a pastor. Hey, it's a pity that you are not a necromancer? What do you mean by you?"

"not me--"

"What are you? What are you not? Go and see, you are not a serious pastor, a serious pastor, how can you be so suspicious of a good person? Just because you are from the East and can do magic, you will become you. suspect?"

"No, I'm not—"

"Hmph~ don't listen, don't listen, don't listen-"

Allen hadn't even explained a single word, but the eloquent young man had all come back.

Choking, his face turned blue, and he couldn't help but want to draw the cross sword from his back.

He read the Bible silently, trying to calm himself down.

But heck, it's useless at all!