To be precise, this is not a human form.

After all, no one would drag a barbed tail. Upon closer inspection, the limbs and joints were also covered with thin scales.

The dragon had clothes on his body, which was all in tatters, and his back was completely hollowed out in a vagrant style.

The wounds on the dragon-shaped body look more intuitive under the mimicry of humans, and...more serious.

On his back, on the left half of the scapula, there are basically no good pieces of flesh left. The white bones are faintly visible in the **** flesh, and the corroded wounds almost spread to the spine. Even in comparison, other large and small injuries on his body are It's nothing.

The curse of the undead system is deadly when it is shot. Although the wound is barely scabs and no longer bleeds, the damage that has been caused cannot be recovered for a while, even for dragons with extremely high magic resistance and recovery capabilities.

"The tail can't be retracted." Long turned around and looked at it, then looked at Sang Ni helplessly.

The humanoid dragon has a pleasing and handsome face, and a handsome face that can't be concealed in embarrassment. The black curly hair is draped messily on his shoulders, and his perfect body is covered with scars, forming an extreme contrast between grace and wildness.

When being watched by those golden dragon pupils, almost no one could say no to him.

However, Sang Ni only felt the pain in his head: "Once you are done, don't move around, the wound has been drawn again."

"Oh." Long stood obediently.

Sang Ni thought for a while and felt that standing like this was not the answer, so he simply set up the tent on the spot.

A tent in the literal sense.

Although it looks like an ordinary two-person tent, it is actually a good alchemy product. The external warning spell can warn outsiders within ten meters, the built-in space is expanded, and inside is a double room with bathroom.

One of the things she took out from the necromancer who was killed by her backlash, apart from a little ugly in appearance, it is simply a must-have for home travel, murder and arson.

Sang Ni directed the dragon into the tent, lying flat on the bed.

"What are you going to do?" Long seemed to listen to her very much. Basically, it was an instruction and an action, only to ask in confusion at the end.

"The wound on the base of your wing was caused by a necromantic spell." For his incomparable cooperation, Sang Ni explained: "There are a few corroded and necrotic muscles in the wound. If you don't cut it off, you won't be able to grow well. "

She took out an enchanted mythril knife from the storage ring, planning to use physical means to deal with the dragon first.

After Sang Ni had estimated the approximate point of the knife in his heart, the mithril knife quickly cut into the skin, cut off the rotten flesh and threw it aside, before the blood poured out, cleanly patched up the hemostatic curse.

Thankfully, although there is no healing spell in the spells of the undead system, there are basic healing methods. Even the most evil necromancer has no plans to rule the world with blood.

There is no healing curse, mainly because under normal circumstances, a badly wounded necromancer will directly abandon his body and possess an undead creature or other scapegoat nearby, and the golden cicada will escape from its shell.

Speaking of which, Sang Ni has always wanted to complain about one thing.

That dead necromancer is a man! Is it really okay to raise a young girl as a spare body?

Doesn't he feel unbalanced for some body parts that are extra and missing?

Single sage dreams of becoming a young girl?

Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature?

Huh... Really heavy mouth.

Freed from the sky, Sang Ni took the knife up and down quickly and skillfully to deal with the wound.

This can be regarded as a habit she has cultivated for many years. Since the cutting technique formed muscle memory, she seldom concentrates at this time.

Long let her move without saying a word. If Sang Ni could hear the slightly rapid breathing, she would almost think that Long had been rescued by her.

"Okay." Sang Ni shook the blood on the knife and applied a cleaning spell to his hand: "Your wound is healing. Although it is a bit slow, it won't be fatal anymore."

"Yeah." Long obediently replied, and then said gratefully: "You are such a good person."

Sang Ni: "..." She didn't want to pick up people and crabs at all.

"Don't forget, you burned my garden." She made a rent-collecting face: "Wait for you to heal the injury, I will settle the account with you!"

"...Oh." Longyan looked at her blankly: "Did you live here when you were recovering?"

"Whatever you want." Sang Ni rolled his eyes: "There is no food here, and no money. I don't have anything to think of a solution by myself."

After speaking, she ignored Long's expression that he wanted to say something, and walked straight out of the tent.

Outside, the sky was already bright.

Elviere took a shovel and tried to dig her crescent flower rhizome in the soil, but she didn't know if it had been dug.

But Sang Ni didn't ask.

She squatted on the ridge, and stretched out her hand to brush away the thin layer of soil in the field, revealing a pale sky underneath.

She remembered clearly that this skeleton was a young man in his twenties before his death, who was captured by the Necromancer and returned to the castle five years ago.

After experimenting with several poisons, the necromancer felt that he was useless.

The mage asked Sang Ni to go outside to bury it. And Sang Ni... while he was still breathing, he refined him into an undead skeleton.

She knew that the evil of undead spells was that it would enslave the souls of the dead for life, but she still chose to do so.

She wants to become stronger by any means, not to be a backup number that will be requisitioned at any time.

In the end, the Necromancer would die in her hands, mainly because of underestimating the enemy.

After all, he really didn’t expect that the little girl he had brought back with his hands, raised since the age of ten, was only a little girl with a good magical talent, who would hide hundreds of skeletons under his nose for ten years, and even There is an evil spirit, a death banshee, and a death knight...

Three unconscious spirits, second only to the Lich!

He himself doesn't have so many high-level undead creatures, okay!

It can be said to be very heartbroken.

Thinking about it this way, after being chased and killed, she lost all the spare bodies, and wanted to seize Shesangni in a rage. Although she failed in the end, she still forced her to transform into a lich... also very understandable.

"Rounding up, this is how a dead house sage played with loli, and finally played a horror story of an otaku that caused depression to the end of the death of all the members." She concluded from the bottom of her heart.

After the memory was over, Sang Ni replanted the seeds of the soul-inducing grass on the top of the sky spirit cover, and covered the soil back.

It is relatively easy for unconscious low-level undead creatures to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. Soul-inducing grass will gather their fragmented souls, and then the master will terminate the contract, even if it is super successful.

Although simple, there have been few necromancers willing since ancient times. Sang Ni would do this not because she was so stupid and sweet, but because she was confident.

She is now the strongest undead creature herself. Unlike ordinary necromancers who need to use other souls to enhance her strength, she might as well pretend that she is still a law-abiding citizen.

After planting the seeds one by one, Sang Ni patted the soil on his hands and took out a kettle to pour the growth-promoting potion on it.

The grass buds that were as small as wheat sprouts emerged from the soil. They looked tender and lovely, and it was impossible to guess what it grew from.

After doing all this, the sun almost rose.

"It's really a day of sunset and rest." Sang Ni wiped the non-existent sweat, feeling that he finally realized the meaning of pastoral life.

Now, not only has she planted a place of skeletons, she has also picked up a dragon and raised it for nothing. In a few years, she might be able to open a farm...it's still a little excited to think about it.

Maintaining the expression of frantically raising the corners of her mouth, she ran in great mood to hold Elevier who was still planting flowers and turned around for a few times, holding her back into the temporary tent in protest that she had no use for eggs.

Although it's okay for high-level undead creatures to bask in the sun, it is better to avoid them.

The dragon in the tent is sleeping quietly, and it is estimated that it intends to reduce consumption to promote wound healing.

…But it is also possible that he passed out because of hunger.

Elevier gave Sang Ni a helpless look, and simply pulled a recliner, took out a book from her storage ring, and read it.

Sang Ni returned to her with a look that you can take me, and set up a cauldron and an experiment table beside her, preparing to make more potions for growth.

There is a strange peace and tranquility in the tent.

It was evening again in a blink of an eye.

Sang Ni walked to the entrance of the tent and looked at the darkening sky, trying to find a trace of fatigue from her body... and then found that she was still full of energy.

No way, the dead don't need sleep.

She was really uncomfortable at first, but now she doesn't care anymore.

No matter what power it is, there is a price to pay.

She will always adapt.

"I want to be so energetic when I was reading dramas all night and chasing novels." She could still complain about herself.

"Ari," Sang Ni called affectionately: "Have you finished reading the book? Will you accompany me to water the skull after reading it?"

"No, don't go." Then he was very ruthlessly rejected.

"Oh—" she exaggeratedly extended her tone and lamented, but Erivel just ignored it.

During this period of time, she has almost become accustomed to Sang Ni's occasional convulsions, and the best way is to ignore her and let her have nowhere to play.

Sang Ni picked up the small bucket full of black potions: "Okay, okay, the sad guy, actually didn't even want to send me to the door... I'm leaving."

Ellie: "..." If it weren't for lack of strength, sometimes I really want to use this drama.

"Where are you going?" Suddenly there was a dragon's voice, sounding a little awake.

Ellie: "..."

After that, she is really going to set up a stage to sing.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the undead, great sage, and mage who is not named: What did I kidnap back then? Is it too late to put her back now?

Sang Ni: It's too late. The goods will not be returned when they arrive, oh dear.

Sang Ni is not so stupid and sweet, I don’t know if you can accept such a heroine...

I'm working hard to make a sand sculpture today