If I hadn''t signed a contract with this college and stayed here for 20 years, my mind would be much calmer.

    Violent factors have plummeted.

    In the bottomless abyss, he would not raise the idea of fair trade with the weak at all. He would just pull his soul and start.

    The transaction can only be carried out with the existence of the same person, and the weak is not qualified to talk about conditions.

    After all, the devil, a creature, always wants something and gets it by himself.

    Now he can suppress his nature and communicate calmly with the weak. In Olga''s view, he is enough to give each other face.

    If the other party still can''t see the situation clearly, he will no longer stick to the form and will choose to teach the truth of the law of the jungle in the simplest way.

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    Ignore the swollen face and respectfully send yourself away.

    Olga began to focus on the witchcraft as he wandered around the street.

    To tell the truth, the content of this witchcraft is not very profound in Olga''s view, that is, the level of struggling. It is not a perfect work at all. It is rough and mixed with many unnecessary things, but what he needs is not the so-called "profound knowledge", but more basic ideas or creativity.

    For him, this is a guiding stone, which can point out a direction for him.

    With his current level of knowledge, only one seed can make each other grow into towering trees.

    Therefore, although this guide stone has only general information, it is also enough to use.

    Before long, after spending a lot of effort.

    According to the other party''s ideas, he completed his own problems and successfully got the results he wanted.

    Holding the idea of trying, he casually cast his eyes on a tree not far away.

    Immediately, the tree trembled, and the birds and insects on it burst into pieces, turning into countless dead flowers, which fell from the air.

    Two fingers gently clamped a flower floating towards him and smelled the fragrance. He whispered with satisfaction, "it''s really beautiful."

    The so-called activation spell, in essence, is to infect other dead objects with power and temporarily give them a certain vitality.

    But it is limited to this. Living is alive, but it has neither intelligence nor authority to dominate. Even the activity can only be maintained for a period of time. If only this function, in fact, many abilities can achieve similar effects.

    For example, high-level wizards in the world will have a special layer of radiation on their body surface when their strength reaches a certain level.

    This layer of radiation will always have an unpredictable impact on the surrounding materials. Sometimes, there will even be two legs growing in the wardrobe, which will bring them a lot of trouble.

    But what strength are they?

    In Olga''s eyes, he can be called a high-level wizard. At least he started at level 4.

    Which onion is that young wizard?

    It''s just a little ant. It''s rubbish that can be burned by spitting.

    Moreover, one is passive and uncontrollable, the other is active and relatively controllable, so Olga is interested in it.

    In the past, he was only able to invade his own will into the other party''s body under the influence of the plague, and transform the other party into dead flowers by the strength of the creature itself. As for dead objects such as stones and trees, he had no good way, but with the idea of that spell as a reference, his ability has been further.

    As long as it is something with a substantial form, Olga can turn each other into a flower of death. The difference is only how strong the material is and how much power it takes him.

    This is very important to him, symbolizing that his erosion of the world has become easier, and even blood sacrifice is no longer a necessity.

    Casually looked at the flowers in his hand for a while. He handed them to himself and said with a smile, "here you are."

    I don''t know when there was a cold and beautiful woman in black.

    In addition to her beautiful face and head being exposed, her whole body was shrouded in a black robe slowly emitting gray fog, with a unique sense of mystery.

    The other party glanced at the flowers handed over by Olga, but did not reach out to pick them up. Instead, he pointed to the dead robbed flowers not far away, and said coldly, "no, I think you have to clean up this pile of toxic things. It''s close to the downtown area. It''s not a forbidden forest with few people. It will cause great trouble for others."

    In her opinion, these scattered flowers, like the most violent poison, ordinary wizards have no ability to resist, and Olga''s action of getting it everywhere is obviously extremely irresponsible, which is increasing the task difficulty for their security department.

    In this case, it was strange that she could give Olga a good face.

    Facing the disdainful eyes of the other party, Olga reluctantly waved his hand and snapped his fingers at will. Those flowers instantly lit a blood red flame, blooming a burst of gorgeous colors, reflecting the surrounding as illusory and beautiful, and then disappeared in an instant. Even a trace of residue was not left, just like a fleeting dream.

    Looking at her who had been stunned in the scenery, Olga inserted the last dead robbery flower in his hand into each other''s coat pocket and said casually: "Beautiful scenery, isn''t it? If destruction is unavoidable, I think it''s better to make it look gorgeous. There''s nothing negative on this flower. I hope you like it. After all, it''s always appropriate to give beautiful flowers to beautiful women."

    So he ignored each other''s reaction and strolled leisurely in the street humming inexplicable folk music tunes.

    In his mouth, the originally ordinary tune was hummed to a height that the composer had never thought of, with a strange sense of beauty. A random change of one or two tunes seemed to sublimate it.

    In recent years, because he was a little idle, he studied painting and music outside the college by means of long-distance projection avatar. With the addition effect of talent and ability, he mixed the name of a big artist there for months, which belongs to the level that a painting can ruin an ordinary aristocrat, and he may not be able to afford it.

    In addition, in his daily life, in addition to eating, drinking and sleeping well, he occasionally goes out and does something to eliminate the weak and destroy the strong and punish the good and punish the evil. After all, as a demon, he can''t forget his roots.

    But his mind is still inevitably bored from time to time.

    Perhaps, this is the boring life of the strong. There is nothing to worry about, and there are no great enemies of life and death. Everything is so smooth.

    Doesn''t that mean there will be enemies everywhere?

    Why is there no enemy bird like me

    Therefore, Olga often doubts his identity as the protagonist.