Chapter 8 Christine's persistence

Federer's imagination was obviously too strong, and he actually directly contacted An Ruoran's casual words to the fact that he advanced to the holy casting master. For a moment, hundreds of demon casting masters couldn't help but discuss it, and at the same time they all looked up and looked at An Ruoran in the center of the venue...

"Banana, you bala, you have such a good association, why don't you write fantasy novels?" An Ruoran secretly compared his middle finger in his heart, but had to look cold and arrogant on his face, and replied indifferently: "It can be understood this way! Thirty years ago, when I looked at the mainland, I only felt that the available materials were so rare; in thirty years, I only felt that there were materials everywhere, but whether you know how to use them!"

I don't know which martial arts novel he copied these uncivilized words, but once he said it, it immediately caused everyone to sigh. At this moment, hundreds of demon casting masters looked at An Ruoran's eyes, and in admiration, he felt a little more grateful. You must know that not every demon casting master is willing to teach casting experience, and he teaches his personal experience without hesitation in public...

For a moment, An Ruoran's thin figure suddenly became taller, as if the domineering aura had spread throughout the hall. In silence, Christine, who was like a stone statue, suddenly bowed deeply and sighed softly: "Master, I lost, I am convinced! Then, according to the previous agreement, I am willing to be your maid and serve you for a year."

An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly didn't know how to answer. Vivian looked at his expression, suddenly bit his tiger's teeth, and frowned him without moving. However, Naya was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately smiled and said, "Very good, very good! Then, as agreed, you can be my old man...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, it was thrown out of the hall by Vivian. An Ruoran touched his chin expressionlessly and said lightly: "Forget it, I have never promised to play this kind of game with the child. But please tell your mother that I will never play this kind of recruitment trick again, and I have no interest in it."

He left this sentence coldly, and immediately took Vivian away and walked out of the hall as if nothing had happened. Hundreds of demon casting masters looked at each other, but they all stood there to comprehend the casting theory. Only Rui picked up Naya and followed him away. Christine stared at An Ruoran's back in a daze, suddenly bit her cherry lip and followed slowly...

However, when she walked out of the hall, An Ruoran and Weiweian had already disappeared at the end of the corridor. Nicholas, a monarch fighter, was standing outside the door waiting. When he saw Christine appear, he hurriedly stepped forward a few steps and whispered: "Miss, have you won?"

"No, I lost!" Although his tone was full of frustration, Christine's expression was still as good as the ancient well. I couldn't tell what kind of mood he was. Nicholas was stunned and said in surprise: "You, did you lose? How could this be possible? Madam has prepared so many rare materials for you, and just the drawing of the Ponders war drum, invited thirty magic casters to jointly design..."

"Enough, that's why I lost the game!" Christine shouted softly, and her cold gaze made Nicholas dare not speak anymore. Looking at the corridor in the distance, feeling An Ruoran's reprimand in his ears. The beauty caster stood there in a daze, but under his wooden expression, there was an irresistible turbulence in his heart.

Once upon a time, she, who was smooth sailing on the road to casting, really regarded herself as an unparalleled genius, and was even arrogant enough to challenge the most famous casting master. But after a scene just now, she truly realized that everything she had done before was wrong. If it weren't for Victor's rebuke, she might have been trekking on that path and even went further and further...

"Is this the real strength of the Holy-level Demon Forging Master?" Kristen sighed from the bottom of her temples gently, her eyes filled with confusion. Nicholas stood aside with respectfully bowed his head, but at this moment his heart moved slightly and said hideously: "Miss, you don't have to worry about the bet. As we arranged in advance, just put Victor..."

Christine and Nicholas are not fools. While they made a bet to An Ruoran, they have also considered countermeasures if they fail. However, Christine, who had originally formulated this measure himself, suddenly frowned slightly and said, "No, you don't need to interfere in this matter. I want to observe Victor for a while."

Nicholas was stunned for a moment, obviously unable to understand why the master suddenly changed his mind. Isn't she worried that she would become the other party's maid? Looking at Christine in confusion, the loyal soldier gritted his teeth and retorted: "Yes, I have no right to interfere with your decision. But you also know that the lady personally issued an order requiring us to take Victor back--in addition, my subordinates collectively disappeared while looking for Victor, this matter..."

"Shut up, it's not your turn to point fingers at my decision!" Christine shouted softly, and her stern gaze made Nicholas take a few steps back. After a moment of silence, the beauty walked straight to the corridor, but after a few steps, she turned around and ordered in a calm tone: "Nicholas, I know you are for my own good, but I have my own ideas. As for my mother, I will explain to her that everything has nothing to do with you!"

As the words fluttered in the wind, Christine's figure finally disappeared at the end of the corridor. Nicholas stood there in his hand, like a lifeless stone statue. However, when the sound of leisurely footsteps gradually subsided, the seemingly dull barbarian fighter raised his head slightly and showed a creepy smile...

"Rich command! Christine, do you really think you are the master?" Nicholas licked his dry lips gently, and a green light shone in Nicholas's eyes, as if he was looking forward to tasting the taste of blood. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Very good, then I can only do it myself and complete this task for my wife!"

"Ah Yeh!" An Ruoran, who was coaxing Vivian in the room, suddenly couldn't help but yawn. Looking at the little loli with a pouted mouth and full of anger, he raised his hands with a frown and sighed helplessly: "Dear Vivian, I said that I have nothing to do with that woman, she said she wanted to make a bet... Forget it, why am I explaining such a thing to you? It seems that I am a little confused!"

When he heard him say that this matter had nothing to do with him, Vivian immediately curled his mouth, and his big eyes were immediately watery, and he was about to "fly down three thousand feet". An Ruoran was shocked and was about to admit his mistake, but before he could speak, Rui's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Master, Miss Christine asks for a meeting!"

This sentence seemed to have a tear-jerking effect. Vivian bit the tiger's teeth, and tears immediately poured down. An Ruoran patted his forehead helplessly, turned his head and shouted, "Naya, stop gnawing your pig's head, come and dance the butt-twisting dance for Vivian first! Rui, tell Miss Christine that our bet is invalid and I have no interest in taking her in!"

I don’t know if it was Naya’s butt twisting dance that worked, or An Ruoran’s “No” sentence, but Vivian, who was crying just now, suddenly burst into tears and laughed like the sunshine after the rain. She even hugged An Ruoran’s neck intimately and wrapped him in a coquettish way. After a while, Rui knocked on the door and hesitated: “Master, can I come in?”

An Ruoran had a slight head, and Rui then walked in respectfully. He looked at Vivian, who was still with tears, bowed to An Ruoran, and then said awkwardly: "Master, Miss Christine still refuses to leave. She claimed that if you don't see her, she will wait."

"Is that right? Then let her continue to wait!" An Ruoran shrugged her shoulders meaninglessly, thinking that she had no tricks with me. After a moment of silence, he stared at Rui again and said, "Rui, I know what you think. But I'm sorry, I can't accept you as a student. There are many reasons in between, and it's hard to explain it carefully to you."

At this moment, Rui's expression of expectation was suddenly depressed as if dead. An Ruoran shook his head helplessly and whispered: "Let's do this, my students may go here in a few months. If you don't mind, you can temporarily study casting with him - listen, his name is An Ruoran."

"You, your student?" Rui raised his head in surprise. He originally thought that Master Victor had never accepted students. An Ruoran smiled and continued to fulfill the lies he made up. "That was the student I accepted in my early years. His understanding of soul casting technique far exceeded mine. Although he may not teach you soul casting technique, I believe that you will gain a good harvest if you stay with him for a while."

Hearing such a suggestion, Rui had no choice but to respond with a bitter face. An Ruoran patted his shoulder lightly, but suddenly remembered a key thing and asked: "By the way, I heard that the messenger of the Tower of Tongtian will participate in this competitive meeting, why haven't he seen anyone until now?"

"Yes, I'm just wondering about this." Rui sighed helplessly and shook his head, "Because this year's competition meets the 50th anniversary celebration, the jury specially opened the magic crystal left by the Tongtian Tower. Logically speaking, after receiving the message, the Tongtian Tower will send envoys to participate, but for some reason, there has been no movement so far."

"Is that true? Maybe they haven't arrived yet. I'll wait a few more days to see." An Ruoran expressed his understanding and slowly stood up. After hesitating for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Rui and said lightly, "You tell Miss Christine to me that if she insists on becoming my maid, then my order is to stay away from me from today!"

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