The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

Even without the brightly colored Chinese attire, Mei Ling's features were extremely obvious. During the short exchange, the boy had already confirmed the other party's identity.

Because of this, he didn't understand that in the future, when he and Misuzu fought, the opponent's strength was only at the level of an average monster, and he was even crushed by long-range attacks because he specialized in close combat.

So before the attack, the boy never imagined that he would suffer such a big loss at the opponent's hands.

Fortunately, he was summoned here, otherwise, just this one would be enough for him to roll on the ground in pain.

"call"

After taking a deep breath, the young man relaxed his tense body slightly. In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, his distorted right arm seemed to have been retraced in time and returned to its original shape in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, is it true or false?"

The tomboy looked surprised, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened: "Interesting."

Why does this guy seem to be excited?

Along with the lightning-fast offensive, the roar of the dragon almost filled the entire forest. The tomboy seemed to have endless strength, and he rained down endless moves on the boy.

But due to the young man's strange movements, the tomboy couldn't reach him with any move. In the eyes of others, she was simply being played like a child. Although in fact she was still a child now.

However, in fact, every punch of the tomboy directly hits the boy's "body", which is nothing more than a body created by fantasy.

In a blind spot where no one can see, the third eye, which is wrapped in a thin thread, emits a faint gleam, unknowingly affecting the tomboy's vision.

Only in this way could the young man avoid the opponent's attacks perfectly. He really didn't expect that the young Meiling in front of him was actually stronger than the grown-up Menban.

Perhaps it can only be explained in this way - she is already very powerful.

I'm afraid that the future Meiling has been suppressing her own power, which is why she looks so inconspicuous, but the current Meiling has no need to do that, and only in this way can she explain this unusual power.

One hundred and eight moves, none of which were repeated. The young man shamelessly continued to use hypnosis to influence Meiling. If he continued to fight just because of his current condition, it would probably be endless.

"As expected of Miss Meiling. I have indeed seen how powerful you are."

"Huh? Why?" Mei Ling was a little surprised when her name was suddenly called out, but this surprise was quickly replaced by fear.

The moment the young man finished speaking, a ray of red light flew out from the carriage, and the red gun that almost dyed the entire world with blood trembled like a roar in his hand.

The red stream of light instantly drove away all of Mei Ling's energy. The cold light on the tip of her nose made her break out in cold sweat. The unprecedented fear almost completely crushed her sanity.

If the young man before was just as unpredictable and mysterious as a gust of wind, then now he is like a god holding heavenly punishment. Just standing there is enough to make all existences feel deep awe from the root.

Sitting backwards on the ground, Mei Ling couldn't help but swallowed, and said tremblingly: "Surrender, surrender, uncle, the aura in your body is too terrifying."

"I told you to call me big brother." The boy smiled and let go of Gungnir, which immediately turned into a stream of light and flew back to Remilia.

The surrounding bandits have already fallen into a coma under the threat of the sharp gun, and only an extrahuman existence like Mei Ling can barely resist this power.

Stretching out his hand to the underground tomboy Mei Ling, the boy said, "Since you lost, then follow us obediently."

"Huh? Why?" Mei Ling was stunned.

Grabbing Mei Ling's hand and pulling her up from the ground, the young man said calmly: "You have already fought for them. Since the favor of a meal has been repaid, there is no need for you to stay here."

"That's right." Mei Ling nodded.

"Looking at you, I'm afraid you don't have the money to live alone. The church here is still very powerful. Although you have a human appearance, you can't hide the evil spirit. It will be very troublesome if they come to your door."

The young man said to Meiling in a persuasive tone: "So, isn't it the best choice to come with us? We need your strength. In exchange, you will no longer have to wander. We can provide you with a home." place."

"." Meiling's eyes flickered, and she seemed to be a little moved.

She raised her head and looked at the boy, was silent for a moment, and suddenly showed a big smile: "Thank you, uncle, let's make an agreement, I will not fight seriously with the second person before I decide the outcome with you. gone."

".Wait for me, what are you talking about? The answer is not what you asked, hey!"

In the end, Mei Ling naturally followed the boy and the others, leaving behind an unrelated agreement. At the boy's suggestion, she became Scarlet's disciple, even though Remilia had already abandoned the castle by this time. up.

No matter what, a gatekeeper who has no door to guard is also a gatekeeper. Mei Ling officially became a member of Scarlet and met Remilia.

For her who is a monster, whether it is a vampire or a demon is nothing surprising. At most, she is surprised at the difference between Eastern and Western monsters.

At night, the carriage stopped in the deserted forest, and everyone sat around the fire, enjoying a rare and comfortable time.

It was only when the moonlight shone on the earth that Remilia could step out of the carriage in a dignified manner. There were no outsiders. She no longer needed to use the black robe to hide her identity, which made her depressed mood slightly relax.

Counting from the day they brought Patchouli and Mei Ling with them, they had already driven for two days. According to the witch's estimation, the church would catch up with them during the day at the earliest.

Absently tearing off the bread in her hand, Paqiuli got up and sat next to the boy, and casually asked, "Is your arm okay?"

"Arm?" The boy was stunned, and then he remembered the scene when he fought with Meiling before, and smiled nonchalantly: "No problem, although it seems a little cheap, but the fact that I am a 'summoned object' still exists."

"Familiar?" Paqiuli glanced at the young man thoughtfully.

As a magician, she couldn't understand the existence of familiars and the like, but the problem she didn't understand was also here.

It is impossible for a familiar to escape from its master's initiative to appear in the world, because someone must provide it with the magic power to continue to exist. From the current stage, that master should be Remilia without a doubt.

But the strange thing is that Remilia's power is far less than that of the boy, even though she is growing at an alarming rate every day, like a nourished seed, frantically absorbing energy from nowhere.

But that's it, and it can't explain the existence of the boy.

Remilia's power is all feeding back to herself, and it seems that there is no spare power to support such a powerful "familiar" as the boy in the world.

But if it's not Remilia, who is it?

"Paqiuli, what's the matter?" Probably because Paqiuli had been in a trance for too long, the boy couldn't help calling out to her.

"Huh? Ah, sorry, I was distracted." Putting aside these doubts for the time being, Patchouli talked about the business smoothly: "By the way, do you have any plans? It's against the church knights."

"Huh?" The boy who was about to eat bread with a piece of bread in his hand was taken aback by Paqiuli's question, and then he showed a smile that didn't make sense: "No."

"Ah?" Patchouli's expression was a little dazed, and her unhealthy face was quickly replaced by an angry blush: "I'm serious, don't be ridiculous! That's the church!"

Remilia and the others were being fed one head and two babies to the second young lady who was still a baby, but they didn't notice the conversation between the two of them here.

"That's the truth," the young man spread his hands and asked nonchalantly, "I'm more curious, how much trouble can those people in the church cause to us?"

"." At this moment, Patchouli fell into deep thought. Indeed, the impression that the church was powerful had been so deeply ingrained in her mind that she didn't even realize that her own strength was not weak at all.

Not to mention the boy himself, who has never shown his full strength so far, just her as a witch, plus Misuzu as a monster, and Remilia as a vampire, are enough to give the church a headache.

However, having said that, she always felt an indescribable uneasiness lingering in her heart.