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"..."

Of course, Xiuge knew what Putlin was talking about. He shook his head: "It's not realistic. As you know, if it is a vehicle like this, the interior must be narrow and small, with no aesthetic feeling at all."

"Then let's change the scene. I've seen Mr. Walter's car before. It's big and spacious, and all the metal corners are wrapped in velvet. Tsk tsk."

"I don't want to get into trouble."

"Okay, for safety reasons, but I really think this idea is great, and maybe a lot of people will want to see it."

A gust of night wind blew, and Xiuge took a deep breath. The fresh air dispersed the messy thoughts in his mind and allowed his attention to return to the dilemma he was about to face.

For the first time, Xiuge smelled the smell of magic in the air. Just as the spell casters said, it was an extremely abstract and indescribable vague feeling. Xiuge only felt that as he breathed and walked,

The huge disk that had been silent in his own spiritual world seemed to begin to rotate at an extremely slow rate.

Originally, after Xiuge overdrawn the magic power in his body, the hexagonal groove pattern located on the innermost side of the disk had become extremely dim. But at this moment, Xiuge noticed that with the injection of the weak magic power, it symbolized a strange

The magic pattern of the tentacles once again showed copper-green fluorescence.

"According to common sense, I have completed the magic inscription ceremony and become a 'stream level' spell caster. However, my understanding of magic and magic is too shallow, and the magic in my body cannot even support the release of that magic.

Not only that, I also lack an overall understanding of its specific lethality... Therefore, so far, the so-called magic is just a knife that I cannot control accurately."

While thinking, Shuge and Putlin stopped in front of the tavern. Looking at the customers coming and going in front of them, Shuge let out a long sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!