It’s not like this wizard is inappropriate

Lin An ignored the mad witch's taunts.

He just looked at his hands infatuatedly, feeling the rhythm of his fingers beating. That rhythm was inexplicably filled with the spiritual energy of witchcraft, and seemed to be filled with the breath of the witch hunter knight's breathing furnace.

Chen Xinmi suddenly turned her head and looked at Lin An in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Lin An said nothing.

But his hands are getting shiny little by little.

Traces of blood veins appeared on his pale hands, and red light surged in the blood veins. This red light was not the blood red of the luster of blood vessels, but the orange red of melted steel.

In this dark laboratory, it is blindingly bright.

Lin An's head, which was hanging weakly in the bathtub, twisted slightly and looked at Chen Xinmi, "The song you were humming when you cast the spell just now, could you hum it again? I think I didn't hear it clearly."

Chen Xin was stunned, "That's not a song, that's a foreign spell. I'm too lazy to learn the Spanish pronunciation that has even been changed, so I just hum along with the tone. Anyway, at my level, it's almost the same." That’s it.”

Lin An nodded, "Thanks for the explanation, but can you hum it again?"

"Do you really want to learn this witchcraft?" Chen Xin looked at Lin An with a half-smile, "Yes, you can recite the spell three times, but the conditions must be changed. I just promised you the information on how to learn breathing techniques from early wizards. , but there is no more.”

"Yeah." Lin An's voice became hoarse, "Those materials are important to me, but the one in front of me is more important to me. I agreed, sing it to me three times."

"!!!"

Chen Xinmi sneered, "I lied to you. Come out quickly and read the information and let me sing to you? Ha!"

With that said, she turned around gracefully and prepared to walk outside.

"Once!"

Lin An's voice became hoarse. He seemed to be immersed in a certain state, and a lot of cold sweat began to break out on his head.

Tanning techniques…

Operations in the process of penal witchcraft, incantation rhythms, ritual magic...

There seemed to be some unique connection. Lin An felt that it was just a little bit close.

The humming rhythm he had memorized before was still a little off.

I don't know how long it took, but Chen Xinmi finally hummed. The voice was ethereal and strange, echoing in the dark room.

Lin An finally reacted.

sound! Every tone of Chen Xinmi's voice seemed to carry a different aura.

It turns out that I was almost here.

Chen Xinmi seemed to be just humming casually, but every tone contained complex spiritual energy, which was the key to the formation of ritual magic.

This seems to be a bit like painting, getting its charm and not caring about the form.

Lin An immersed himself in this humming tune, feeling the rhythm, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The orange-red light that looked like blood veins on his hands suddenly went out, but it didn't go out completely. It became less bright, with only a shallow layer of orange-red light spots.

Then, under Chen Xinmi's disbelieving gaze, he suddenly thrust his hands into his chest.

With an orange-red light, it went straight into the chest.

Boom~

The scented candles around him suddenly burned crazily, and each one shot up a pillar of fire that was half a meter high.

Flames spread along the burn marks of the material just applied to the ground, and the entire dark laboratory once again lit up with the flames of ritual magic.

The light and shadow are mottled and swaying, and the fragrance is filled with fragrance. Although it is not as full of smoke as before, it already has the smell of the ritual magic just now.

"!!!"

this!

Chen Xinmi stared at this scene with wide eyes. Is this a cheat player? Did you learn the magic of a ritual after experiencing it once?

She hesitated for a moment, but still kept chanting the spell in her mouth.

She wanted to see what this pretender was going to do.

The witchcraft-like technique in Lin An's hand that resembles the breath of a furnace is clearly the 'mind balancing hand' he mentioned before. Does it have anything to do with the ritual magic of creating space props?

Hey~

It's really relevant.

The tanning technique itself is the most important step for the Witch Hunter Knight to use the furnace to make armor, and it is the technique of the Witch Hunter Knight compiled by Professor Cao from the perspective of "Wizard Casting Method".

Lao Cao is awesome, this method really works!

As the ritual magic was activated again, Lin An's hands stretched out from the candlelight and firelight, looking absolutely weird.

His arms shook, his fingers swayed, and he fiddled with it according to Chen Xinmi's previous technique.

"Ah~~~"

Lin An suddenly let out a shrill scream.

The feeling of 'torture' this time was even more serious. The surge of spiritual energy stimulated every subtle emotion in his mind, making him want to tear his chest open so that he could stuff something into his mind to fill the emptiness in his heart. The feeling of emptiness.

His methods were rougher than Chen Xinmi's. After all, Lin An didn't understand many things, so some details had to be learned by force.

But the effect is really good.

interesting!

Very exciting!

He even wailed in his mouth and started humming to the same tune as Chen Xinmi. This kind of wailing was like singing, and he learned it from Ugly Head.

Chen Xinmi, your humming is off-key!

I heard it!

You promised me so much, but you got distracted at the critical moment!

As a powerful wizard boss, your professionalism is really hard to compliment.

But it doesn’t matter, I’ll do it myself!

Lin An's wails became louder and louder, and his face became distorted, but the tone of his wails was the same as Chen Xinmi's humming and chanting, and it was even more interesting.

The pain caused by his body made his voice more hoarse, but it was full of cathartic moans, giving his voice a very unique high-pitched and low-pitched buzzing sound.

Spiritual energy surged, and the light of flames flickered everywhere.

Bang~

Suddenly there was a gentle explosion.

The flame on the scented candle exploded, and a mushroom cloud-like mist emerged. The flames on the smear marks flickered with tiny sparks of fire, and finally dissipated. A large number of bubbles emerged from the bathtub, and mist of various colors spewed out.

after awhile.

All fell silent.

Lin An suddenly reached out and grabbed the edge of the bathtub. He turned over and jumped out like a civet cat. His legs softened and he fell to the ground. He struggled for a few times and couldn't get up. He simply lay on the ground, "Oh my god, my god, it's too painful." Sorry, I almost can’t hold it any longer!”

Chen Xinmi looked at him with a strange expression.

Your behavior is more like jumping out as soon as you jump in.

Are all pretenders so tolerable?

She walked back with graceful steps, looked down at Lin An, who was lying on the ground panting, whining, and even twitching, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

This behavior seems normal. Obviously, this guy has not been affected by ritual magic and gone crazy.

Tsk tsk tsk~

She suddenly realized something and turned to look at the bathtub. All the casting materials in it had been exhausted, and only clean water was left in it.

Even in a dimly lit room, she could still clearly see this, "Where's that portable space prop? Did you mess around with it?"

"Let me explain in advance, I have already made it for you. If you can't do it yourself, that's your business."

"Ha~"

Lin An smiled, smiling proudly and brightly, and struggled to raise his right hand.

The right hand looked a little pale, and the fingers shook slightly.

Suddenly, a simple wooden ring appeared on the raised middle finger.

Wooden wolf head ring surface, banyan tree aerial root ring.

Chen Xinmi still wanted to take a closer look, but the ring disappeared again, her arm fell down weakly, and Lin An was panting like a dead fish.

"It's so uncomfortable. This ritual magic feels so uncomfortable!"

Ha~

Are you complaining about pain now?

Chen Xin's eyes lingered on Lin An, and she could feel the emotions stirring up and stirring the spiritual energy in Lin An's body.

It smells like punishment witchcraft. At this moment, this person is feeling the torture of punishment witchcraft very clearly and lastingly.

But his wailing sounds became more and more angry.

To be honest, along the way, and now as the president of the Wizards Association, she has never seen anyone.

Haha, I have never seen anything like this before!