"Let's see what your qualifications are."

“Yes, Master.”

Li Guanqi got up and walked over, sat next to the table, looked at the old dwarf in black robe standing on the table, and wanted to speak but stopped, but still did not ask.

He wanted to ask the person's name.

But think about it carefully and shouldn't ask.

This strange world is strange and has no background introduction. It starts with the "game plot" and he has no idea about the background story of his character.

I don't know whether he should know the old dwarf's name.

If he should have known, he asked, wouldn’t he be seeking death?

To be safe, it is better to be silent.

"By the way, disciple, who is your last name?"

At this time, the old dwarf in black robe played with the dark red blood test stone in his hand, but asked Li Guanqi.

Ah...so that's what it is.

Li Guanqi understood.

It turns out that this is a bit similar to the game Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim mode. First, let the game plot, and then let the NPC ask you for your name, so as to start "character creation".

From beginning to end, Li Guanqi forced himself to treat this strange world as a game.

Because for an 18-year-old young man like him, doing this can effectively alleviate his negative emotions of tension and fear.

Only by calming down can you ensure that you don’t make any mistakes.

"When you say to Master, your disciple is called Li Guanqi."

"Watch chess? Watch chess without saying anything... Good name, well, my teacher's surname is Wei, Mo, and his courtesy name is Danqing."

"Pupils remember."

Li Guanqi lowered her head.

"Yes, it's the Wei you thought of."

The old dwarf in black robe, or Wei Mo nodded.

?!

Li Guanqi's heart was thrilled.

But I didn't expect anything...

Wei Mo raised his head and looked at the ripped roof. He seemed to see the blue sky and free world outside the house through the gap between the wooden boards.

A little confused appeared on his old face.

"As you think, I came from the Daluo Dynasty, the Eight-Nation Pillar, and the Wei family, one of the Eight-Nation surnames.

I am the eldest son of Wei Guozhu today. Before the age of five, I have a respectable status and worry-free status.

Until I was five years old, I was completely confirmed by the imperial doctor as dwarfism.

As one of the eight surnames of the Wei family, the people of the tribe are filled with glorious divine blood. The appearance of deformed dwarfs is an insult to the Wei family's bloodline and a defilement of the Daluo family's surname.

Oh.

Since then, I was hidden by my family and locked up in a remote courtyard. I have never seen my parents again. I have only one servant to take care of me and have been bullied by that man.

Until the birthday of the year when I was twelve.

Because it was my birthday, I was able to be taken by the servants to the street for a walk while covering my face. This was also the only day I could leave the courtyard in a year.

It was that day.

I accidentally learned from a chat with a passerby that I, Wei Mo and Wei Danqing, the eldest son of Wei Guozhu, died at the age of five in the Wei family's external statement, haha...haha...

After I went back that day, I cried for a long time, until midnight. I picked up the kitchen knife and put it on my neck, trying to end my deformed life with my own hands.

But that was then.

An old blind man with one arm appeared.

He handed a stone in front of me, that is... this one."

Wei Mo slowly handed the dark red blood test stone in his hand to Li Guanqi.

Bloodstone?

Li Guanqi glanced at the dark red stone in Wei Mo's hand, and then looked up at him with a serious expression.

Dwarf Wei Mo.

One-armed old blind man.

They are all disabled children.

He vaguely noticed that the group of spellists seemed to be even more special than he imagined...

"Remember the spellman's trait."

Wei Mo's face was expressionless and his voice was hoarse: "The so-called magician's characteristic is that it is not given by heaven, and there will be something to give.

If God gives you nothing, it will definitely make up for you in another aspect.

In other words, under 99% of the circumstances, the more severe the natural disability, the better the qualification of this person’s magician.”

Li Guanqi was stunned.

If God does not give, there will be something to give...

But God has always treated him well.

A happy and fulfilling family, a tall man of 1.98 meters, a healthy body, top speed and bounce talent, should be quite smart, and not very handsome, but at least very sunny.

God gave him everything.

“You are in good health.”

Wei Mo looked at Li Guanqi's tall body, and his turbid eyes had a hint of envy, "As an ordinary person, even joining the army, you can achieve good development.

However, in the world of spell masters, you can only say that... the spell master's characteristics are indeed suitable for 99% of spell masters.

But don’t be discouraged. Maybe you are the remaining exception. While having a good body, you can also have good qualifications as a spellmaster.

bring it on.

test."

The old man in black robe pulled Li Guanqi's right hand, and his fingers were connected together and some dark green light appeared, and he gently stroked his palm.

The bright red blood oozed out and dripped on the blood test stone.

"Buzz--"

The dark red blood test stone suddenly lit up.

"oh?"

A faint smile appeared on Wei Mo's face, "Shang Ke, disciple, maybe you are really beyond the ninety-ninety percent..."

"Buzz--"

The blood test stone is still shining, becoming brighter and brighter, until it becomes like a bulb emitting red light, and the blood-red light illuminates the entire wooden house!

Wei Mo was shocked so much that he was beyond shock.

“Such high qualification?!”

"boom!"

The blood test stone suddenly exploded, and countless fine pieces of stones scattered everywhere, which shocked Li Guanqi quickly retreated.

But Wei Mo was as demented as if he was demented, completely ignoring the stones that had blood marks on his face, and just stared at the table.

After the blood test stone exploded, a small pool of red blood floating in the air appeared on the spot, which was the blood dripping from Li Guanqi before.

And at this moment.

This red blood slowly turned from red to purple until it finally turned into purple blood.

“…”

Wei Mo looked at this scene and murmured to himself, his expression was extremely complicated, with shock, nostalgia, anger, regret, thinking, entanglement, and cold expressions in his eyes.

His voice was very small when he talked to himself, but Li Guanqi could barely hear it clearly.

——Son of Tongyou.

Passing the secluded!

Tongyou?!

Li Guanqi's expression changed slightly.

The talent he obtained from the simulator is actually true in the strange world, and is also called the son of Tongyou.

"Disciple, your qualifications are very good, very good."

Wei Mo grabbed the purple blood with his left hand and retracted it into his sleeve.

Then he stretched out his right hand and gently rubbed Li Guanqi's head. His face was very kind, just like a kind old man next door.

"You have changed your mind for your teacher. Your qualifications are really good. Just relying on words and deeds is a waste of your qualifications. Anyway, your life is not enough for you..."

"That's it."

Wei Mo smiled gently on his face and said softly to Li Guanqi: "I don't care if I have lived for a year or two. I will pour all my cultivation into the curse insects, and then feed it to you slowly within two months."

"This means that you can get the 80-year practice of being a teacher in less than two months."
Chapter completed!