Sensing that Xiao Jiu appeared at the door of her laboratory again, Yan Ruyu quietly walked over.

Every time she started making potions in front of Xiao Jiu, he would reluctantly find a way to participate.

It wasn't his will, Yan Ruyu knew.

He has puppetry.

Whenever Xiao Jiu's subconscious mind thinks that she has started to enter the process of potion making, she can't help herself.

So until you get rid of the hidden dangers of the puppetry in his body, it's best not to let him come into contact with those secrets.

Whether it's intentional or not, he'll tell Horson about it, and it's not fun.

Hearing the knock on the door, Yan Ruyu winked at him.

Xiao Jiu's gaze spontaneously drifted to the potions on the table, and his head didn't seem to be his own, and he was jotting down the ingredients as fast as he could, trying to suppress this instinct.

It didn't take long to feel a fishy sweetness in my throat - spell backlash!

Yan Ruyu waited for this moment, she pinched it like electricity, the black light rising from Xiao Jiu's body, and then as if nothing had happened, she calmly pinched the black gas in her palm.

"Thank you for the late night snack and go to bed early!"

She rubbed Xiao Jiu's head and returned to the laboratory.

After confirming that Xiao Jiu had fallen asleep in the middle of the night, Yan Ruyu slipped out of the house lightly, and followed the guidance of the magic power in her hand, she came to a tavern in the town.

This is a place where adventurers often gather and brag, and Yan Ruyu set her eyes on one of the magicians with a gloomy expression, it was him.

The caster of the puppet spell.

The man was shrouded in black robes, and he casually collected the information revealed by the fools around him as they chatted, and leisurely enjoyed the rum in his glass.

The status of mages is very transcendent everywhere, and generally no one will mess with them, especially dark mages whose personality is dark and flawed.

This man was a regular visitor to the tavern, and every time he came, he sat in his old seat and didn't say a word.

Everyone was almost used to it, and no one talked to him, anyway, he left by himself after drinking.

I thought that this day would still be no different from usual.

The wine in the cup had been drunk, and enough information had been gathered, and the dark mage straightened his hood and prepared to settle the bill and leave.

It was at this moment that he felt a chill behind him.

Reaching out and touching it, he found that he didn't know which bastard had actually spilled beer on his robes!

Although the robe was invulnerable, it was a humiliation for him, so he slapped the table: "Who did it?" Stand out! ”

The rest of the people looked at him with a confused expression: Are you crazy about drinking too much?

Seeing that no one paid attention, the dark mage smiled coldly: "I'll say it again, whoever did it stood up, I let him die a happy death!" ”

This arrogant tone made everyone a little displeased, and the guests, who didn't really want to deal with him, decisively turned their heads to talk about their own day and drink their own wine.

The dark mage was annoyed for a while, but there was a chill behind him!

It's too much! If he could bear it, he would lose his face!

The dark mage decisively drew his staff: "I count to three, if no one keeps standing up, don't blame me for being rude!" ”

The way the others in the tavern looked at him had changed from looking at a drunkard to looking at a psychopath......

The dark mage's staff began to gather mana—

"One!"

Fack, really?

The owner of the tavern saw that something was wrong and kindly persuaded him, "Master Magician, have you drunk too much?" You were sitting here alone, and no one ever came close! ”