Rebirth Handbook

"I have no research on the resurrection formation, but I know a lot about the similar magical resurrection summoning formation. I know all the light formations in the Holy See. This body is not mine originally, so if you want to use this body to resurrect something People, I have no objection, I should have died." Silvia sighed.

No objection is of course false, but what would she say?

Lan Sa panicked, and he had a resurrection formation, and everyone was already standing in front of him. Moreover, she is so kind, and she finally got the life that she has finally gotten. Lan Sa was guilty of heart and short of breath.

Silvia: Hey so excited, it seems that this direction is right.

She also said: "I broke Xin Mi, the archbishop of the Holy See. He won't let me go, and I don't want to cause trouble to others. I will stay here when the resurrection formation is successfully studied, but as The reward for helping you study this formation, and the time I stay here, I hope you can give me some freedom."

Lanza said: "Okay." My heart was already crying, and the goddess was unhappy in the Holy See! Bullied by that old man!

I, I would always protect you! You can live here as long as you want! Lansa couldn't help her expression.

Silvia: Xin Mi, who didn't even ask the archbishop, didn't say a word of nonsense. He was really a determined man. Tsk, such a simple promise, on the contrary, is even more disturbing. It seemed that she had better not say more, because this person seemed to have no enthusiasm for the help she offered. In this way, why he agreed is a bit intriguing. Do you really care or pretend to be so good?

"At that time, I will trouble you." Silvia thought of various dark thoughts in her heart, with a gentle smile on her face, as if the holy light was shining from above her head, and flowers were blooming all around.

Lanza didn't speak and stared at her. He saw the goddess smile with a strong face, but his lonely and sad appearance was about to die of distress. Now he just wanted to rush to the Guangming Holy See and fight the **** archbishop to vent the goddess. No, the archbishop raised the goddess, and if she was injured, the goddess would definitely be uncomfortable. She was hurt enough by someone regarded as a father.

Silvia misunderstood Lansa’s gaze. She touched her face suddenly, and lowered her head. "Sorry, this face scared you. I forgot that I’m not the same Silvia anymore. Maybe my body has suffered a lot because of this face."

Her tone was full of pity and kindness, "This poor child was enchanted by the dark magister Lilena, ruining his face, but it turned out to be a very beautiful face. No one dared to offend Lilena. So she can't erase this magic, she can only become like this."

She didn't say, Lanza really didn't think there was anything in this face. In the eyes of good-looking people, those who are not good-looking are the same, and he doesn't care much about other people's looks, otherwise he won't bring this body back because of his fancy bright physique. But Silvia was really in this body, and he felt wrong.

Just as he felt unable to let the goddess Silvia live in such a messy place, this body seemed to him like this dilapidated black tower, it was not worthy of Silvia.

Dark Magister Lilena, Lansa knew this person, but had never seen him. What she did, Lansa didn’t care, but Silvia was using this body now. Lilena’s magic made this body look bad, which made Silvia feel sad and Lansa was unhappy. Up.

Silvia noticed Lanza's unhappiness. He didn't speak and looked sullen and didn't know what he was thinking. There was indeed a terrible aura, and the dark elements were actively beating around, making people feel cold and suffocating.

It seems that Lansa remembered the grudge with Lilena. Silvia took it for granted that Lilena, the woman, used the plague magic she developed to kill the people in the two cities because she was funny, and was later chased. Killing put the charge on Lansa, Lilina smeared Lansa's name so much, Lansa must hate her, look, when he heard this name, he wouldn't get angry.

Silvia thought about mentioning something to arouse the disgust of Lilena in front of him, so she went to deal with Lilena, and suddenly heard Lanza say: "I will help you restore your appearance."

Lansa actually wanted to say that she helped her kill Lilena, but she didn't feel good before she said it. Silvia is such a kind person, even if he is so friendly to the enemy, for example, he was wanted by the Holy See for so long. People, Silvia can also treat him with such a friendly attitude, think about it, even if she doesn't like Lirina, she probably wouldn't want him to kill Lirina.

Lansa, a dark magister who should have grown into an evil murderer, because the person she liked was a kind saint who loved the light. In order not to be disgusted by the other party, she spontaneously became a good person who didn't harm people casually.

In fact, Silvia, who was more like a villain than him, was startled when he heard his words, and then felt a cold air sweeping from behind.

Why would Lansa simply say to help her restore her appearance instead of killing Lirina? Could it be that Lansa saw her hidden intentions and saw through her malice towards Lirina, so she directly pointed out that she already understood her purpose, and also warned her not to sow discord?

She felt that Lansa's deep eyes seemed to contain something unspeakable, and he seemed to see through her mind. What a deep-minded man, it seems that she had taken a second look before. Silvia was secretly wary, maybe he hadn't been immersed in magic research as she thought before, but had been observing her for a long time.

It was because of observing her for a long time that she had doubts about her identity, and then she simply believed what she said she was Silvia. The more Sylvia thought about it, the more she felt like this, her brain opening so wide that she could no longer close it.

Although she looked holy and inviolable, she grew up in a place full of filth and contention like the surface of the Holy See, and Silvia was more like a dark magician than Lansa.

And the real dark magician Lan Za, he is still thinking about how to make his gentle, beautiful and kind goddess more comfortable.

"Where do you want to live?" Lanzar asked. Whether it is a palace or a temple of light, it can be made for the goddess!

Silvia had already turned this question ten and eight times in her mind before answering it. What is the real purpose of this question, what kind of answer Lanzar wants to hear, and how the answer is the safest... Weiya completed the answer that best suits her personality in an instant.

"I think it's pretty good here. There are not many people. It is quiet. I have prepared a place for myself to live in, that is the corner over there. Don't worry, I won't disturb you. Um... but there is no sunshine here. Somewhat uncomfortable." Silvia observed Lanza's expression calmly, and saw him suddenly raising her hand to cover her forehead.

Silvia: ...what does it mean to cover your forehead? Suddenly headache?

Lanza: I actually let the goddess live in such a blind place for such a long time! She must be very uncomfortable, but I haven't noticed it yet. Damn me!

Silvia: Damn, wait, his nails! Why are the nails of such beautiful hands pitted? Why are the nails pitted? Can this be tolerated?

Silvia tried not to stare straight at Lansa's pitted nails, and organized her language, "Mr. Lansa, that, what happened to your nails?"

Lansa looked at his nails and found nothing wrong.

Silvia: Hehe, I can't help it.

"Do you need me to trim it for you? Maybe then you will be more comfortable." Silvia said sincerely and naturally.

Will Lansa reject his goddess? Of course it won't. He will only nod his head no matter what Silvia said now.

Silvia touched those beautiful hands as she wished. These hands are as beautiful as his face. It is really a waste to wear such nails. You should take good care of it to see if the color of the nail cover is not very beautiful. When it becomes whiter, if you apply some maintenance Ronglong flower juice, it will show a faint pink powder, which looks best.

Silvia thought about it and cut off his nails for Lansa, trimming them into a round arc. She has a sophisticated technique, every corner is just right, and it's done in three or two strokes.

When she turned her back to put the scissors, Silvia exhaled and thought, it was more comfortable. When Lansa saw Silvia turn around, she immediately covered her face with two hands that Silvia had pulled.

The goddess touched his hand and cut his nails~ The goddess is really a kind person, kind and attentive~ A second before Silvia turned around, Lanzar put her hand down.

The two stood face to face, and said nothing for a while.

Finally, Silvia spoke again, "Maybe there is something to trouble you. I'm not used to using magic potions instead of food, so can you let me buy some food in a nearby town?"

Lansa remembered this and almost knelt down and beat the wall with his head. He has not given anything to the goddess, she must be very hungry, he actually hungry the goddess? ! Lan Sa turned around without saying a word and left. He had to buy a lot of delicious food for the goddess back!

Silvia raised her brows. Did Lanza disagree with her going out? Afraid of her taking the opportunity to escape? Oh, the consideration is quite thoughtful, I am afraid this seemingly ordinary black tower is full of formations, and she can't escape. Silvia thought for a second, followed by walking over, took the black cloak on the pile of books, and handed it to Lanza naturally.

"I heard Mr. Crow say that you are not used to going out, you forgot this cloak."

Lansa was thinking about the goddess of grievance, and almost forgot the cloak. Seeing that she had delivered it in person, she was moved. Really getting along with Silvia, he found that the goddess was as good as he thought, no, it was better than he thought!

Silvia didn't answer when he saw him staring at the cloak in her hand, she sighed from the bottom of her heart, it was really difficult, she obviously couldn't use any advanced magic anymore, she was still so wary. With the saint's signature smile on her face, she spread her cloak and put it on Lanza's shoulders, "Can I go out with you?"

Lanza, who was wearing a cloak by the goddess herself, exploded happily, and nodded twice.

Silvia: I don't understand this man, he's obviously unfathomable and wary of her, but he is so easy to talk. What are you thinking about?