Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

The moonlight in the middle of the night outside the window was so bright and clear, reflecting the face of the sleeping person on the bed as soft and white as the moonlight.

After removing the black robe that covered his whole body, he fell into a deep sleep of magic withered, and he looked so fragile and breakable. As if only the nail of the little finger could easily cut his defenseless neck.

Xiali's looks are very good-looking, feminine and feminine. Against the backdrop of the bright and dreamy moonlight, he looks even more male and female, with the illusory temperament peculiar to hallucinations.

The Hidden Son probably has never seen such a person. The person who exists in the void air leaned down, looked at Xiali's beautiful face, and couldn't help saying: "He is so beautiful..."

"But, apart from him, there is no one else."

What a pity, such a beautiful person!

It would be great if there are other qualified people...

With this pityful emotion, the Hidden Son couldn't help but slow down a little bit. He paused for a while before. Although it was only a few seconds, Xiali, as a spiritually biased flame magician, This is the kind of person with the most acute sense of danger.

The closed door of the room was suddenly pushed open from outside!

"Your Excellency Xiali, it's dangerous!!"

Shouted the person who slammed open the door.

The only people with keen hunches here, except for the flame-level magician like Xiali, is Ian, who is also a special person who is also mentally biased and whose intuition is accurate enough to perceive the existence of high-level secrets. Unlike Xiali who can only vaguely perceive the danger of death, Ian can [see] more...

The sleeping person on the bed turned into a plume of white smoke and disappeared, as if it was melted into the air. The Hidden Son subconsciously looked in the direction of the door, and his fierce attack came to nothing. Seeing the Lord Xiali had already noticed it. And hiding in the back, Ian was relieved immediately.

He vaguely felt something wrong while sleeping.

Someone walked past him, the man lowered his head and looked at the faces of him and his companions with dead eyes, and finally entered the room of Your Excellency Xiali silently.

This person has no breath at all, as if he is completely integrated with the air or the world, or does not exist at all.

If it weren't for his excessively abnormal perception to perceive the existence of this person, perhaps your Excellency Xiali would die in his sleep without knowing it. For a flame-level magician, such an inexplicable way of death is too useless.

And Ian consciously told him very strongly that when Lord Xiali died, they would definitely not escape the end of death. Therefore, Lord Xiali cannot die here!

The timing is right!

While Ian was relieved, he finally saw the appearance of the intruder, no... not to say that he saw it with his eyes, but an extremely vague perception.

He sensed that the little figure with no form at all was stepping on the edge of the bed and looked back at him.

"Who are you……?"

"You can see me?"

Ian asked in a deep voice the location of the figure, and at the same time, the figure asked him in a childish, immature, slightly sharp voice, can he see him?

The figure's height was as short as an adult's waist, and his voice was childlike and innocent. He was tilting his head slightly, and his extremely long hair fell randomly, falling on the bed and the ground.

If it were not for the evil taste of the strong, then the assassin should be a child. His temperament, speech and posture are like immature and innocent children.

"Why are you killing Lord Xiali?" Ian asked again.

"I also want to know..." A figure condensed on Ian's side, and it was Xiali who had returned with the illusion incarnation, "Why are you killing me?"

A thin layer of white mist appeared outside the window and inside the room at some point, and the sleeping apprentice magicians in the other rooms still slept peacefully and peacefully.

The Hidden Son didn't care about him at all. He just watched Ian quietly and didn't reply. He jumped off the edge of the bed, leaped gently, and landed on the window sill, which was harder to stay on, but was still as stable as sticky. On top.

The moonlight shined through his figure, perfectly spilled on the table, after he seemed to give up the attack, his figure gradually disappeared in Ian's perception.

But his voice still sounded illusory.

"I can see it, you can't see me." The Hidden Son's voice suddenly became cold. "I thought there was someone in this world who could see me. I thought you could see me and touch me. If so Such a person exists, so I can let me let go of the person in the secret tower."

"But you can't, really, regrettably—"

Xiali's hallucination incarnation was instantly cut off his head!

He couldn't see the Hidden Son, but he could hear his voice. The incarnation of Xiali died unprepared, almost making Ian think that he was just a false phantom and he did not set up any defenses, but this was obviously Impossible.

The short figure easily walked through the illusion set by Xiali and arrived behind him, and cut off the head of the phantom incarnation with a light wave.

I didn't see any abilities or weapons he used. When he attacked, it seemed that his figure was solidified for a moment. The long golden hair scattered like a waterfall was dazzling in the moonlight, but after he succeeded, he blended in again. nothingness.

Xiali's dead body turned into a wisp of white mist, and after a while, he condensed back into a complete figure again. He praised: "It's so amazing, my hallucinations didn't have the slightest effect. I can't see you, and I can't touch you. To you, but correspondingly, you can't kill me...Who are you anyway?"

"No, I have found you."

The Hidden Son stopped paying attention to this unkillable phantom. He quickly passed through the walls of the house, through the misty streets, and jumped straight in one direction.

His speed is extremely fast, he can leap forward hundreds of meters with every step, Xiali doesn't know his departure, but Ian vaguely perceives the direction he is going, and he suddenly has an unknown foreboding.

"Your Excellency Xiali, is your body in that direction?!" He pointed to the direction where the Hidden Son was leaving, and quickly asked Xiali.

"..." Xiali was silent for a very rare moment.

"I was really found."

His tone is subtle.

It is still troublesome to be stared at by such a weird existence. If one is not careful, he will die on the spot, but he has no intention of being afraid. He just suddenly remembered the instruction given to him by the Lord of the Tower, and he muttered:

"The invisible enemy, the child of the secret... won't it be the same person, right?"

"If this person is really a hidden child, I don't want to help my mortal enemy. If you don't get that misty pearl, you won't get it. Anyway, it's just obsessive. Maybe I can still be a leader in it... …"

"The lord who promised to deal with the hidden son should be coming soon..." His figure suddenly disappeared.

The bright moonlight outside the window was completely obscured by the white mist in the city of Beria. Ian looked out from the window sill. The empty street was quiet. The Hidden Son has gone to a far place. Your Excellency Xiali shouldn’t be dead. .

It's not for him to intervene next.

Do you want to go back to sleep...

Your Excellency Xiali is not there. If anyone wants to take action against these apprentice magicians, maybe they will be killed without even the slightest reaction. This is also a painless death...

Ian, who was thinking wildly, was about to close the window, and suddenly saw a white light shining like a moon in the white mist, cold like a winter wind blowing by, the earth trembled suddenly, and a heavy mountainous object was out of thin air. Landing, that direction is the direction that the Hidden Son is going!

"This is...!" It was Xue, and he caught a piece of flying snow.

Beria's night was inexplicably snowing, and it was obviously just beginning to fall in the season, but it was suddenly as cold as winter.

The distance was like a mountain looming under the clouds and mist. Ian saw that the snowflake he was holding in his palm melted into water, and if he felt it, he looked towards the ocean.

The sea suddenly exploded with golden light!

The eagle's wings stretched and soared in the sky, but suddenly disappeared. This time, it wasn't that the royal priest couldn't hold on to relieve the power of the gods, but suddenly disappeared out of thin air-like disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"God has disappeared, or is it blocked?"

He didn't see the reason, he could barely see the existence of the hidden child, it was considered incredible, and the divine realm of the beast **** was something he couldn't see through anyway. Of course, if he was a star magician at this time, then he would say two things.

He felt very cold, so cold that his body shuddered involuntarily, and his companions who were falling asleep in hallucinations were also lying on the bed and trembling slightly.

After covering them with the quilts left by the residents of Beria hurriedly left, Ian finally couldn't help but walked out of the room and walked in the direction his mind was drawn.

His speed is getting faster and faster, and finally he trots.

He could clearly hear that his heartbeat was getting worse.

He finally saw the iceberg that appeared out of thin air.

A throne of ice and snow appeared on the top of the ice and snow.

On the throne, the whole body was pure white like a girl sitting upright in the snow, her expression indifferent and meaningless, as if isolated from the world. Ian raised his head in a daze and looked at her as if he had seen her sister.

Sure enough... She is very similar to her sister.

They are the same kind of existence!

"I found it..." He finally found it.

Ian seemed to be suddenly mad. He grasped the sharp and prominent ice of the iceberg with his hands and feet, and climbed up along the outline of the iceberg, completely ignoring the scars and bloodstains of his body being cut by the ice.

The blood flowing from the palm of his hand penetrated into the ice layer of Lan Yingying. The courage born in his body made him not afraid to offend that powerful lord, his sister, the sister he has been persistently wanting to see, seems to be close Close at hand--

He only knew he was going to stand in front of her!

Panting, he finally climbed up.

It was only then that he could see the whole picture of the flat clearing on the top of the iceberg. The magician Alina of the Myrtle Tower stood still later and looked down at him coldly. Her eyes were no longer gentle and kind, but instead Contains a secret arrogance.

The goddess of ice and snow sitting on the throne was holding the looming child's extremely long and extremely obstructive hair with her hands hanging slightly, and she was also looking at Ian.

After a long time, the goddess gently beckoned with another empty hand, motioning him to pass. Ian finally felt cramped afterwards. He walked over with his hands and feet, and wanted to deal with this. The non-human goddess told his sister, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed abruptly.

He wanted to say to this lord: I finally found you...

"I finally found you, my key."

The goddess's cold and snowy face finally showed a smile.