Just as Burris was about to refute, the Bone Maharaja let go of the princess's shoulders and happily extended his hands to him: "Okay! My friend Burris Gelshaw! Come on!"

"What'come'? Why do you seem to be looking forward to it?"

"Because I am looking forward to it."

"My kiss is useless and won't help you!"

The Bone Maharaja maintained the posture of extending his hands: "It's not useless, it can make me happy."

"You... why are you such a person?"

"Okay, stop teasing you," the bone maharaja pointed to the coffin next to him, "I know this can't help me, I want to help you. This is also part of our mutual benefit. My friend, I can see you You are not satisfied with your current body, and your original body is already old, I am afraid it can't even withstand the spell transforming the lich...Do you want to regain health?"

Burris was stunned: "You mean..."

"Come and kiss me, I can help you regain your health through this kiss." As he said, the maharaja walked to the side of the coffin, moved his fingers, and the lid of the coffin floated by itself and fell to the side. In the process, I have to hold his...oh no, your hand." He knelt down, pinched the skin folds on the corpse's face, frowned, and then took the corpse's hand.

"Burris, come and kiss me."

Burris hesitated. Esther sighed beside him: "Teacher, can't you even sacrifice your soul when necessary? How can you stingy with a kiss?"

The Bone Maharaja extended his other hand to Burris, motioning him to pass quickly. The mage put down his staff, frowned and approached, resting his left hand on the palm of the maharajah covered with hard scales. With a fierce force, the maharaja drew him over and hugged him into his arms.

Looking at this pale, ordinary, earless, and hairless face, the maharaja shook his head: "To be honest, I don't want to kiss you like this, so don't think too much about it. This is purely for spellcasting."

"I...understand." Burris's heart writhed. Just now Esther said that she had never kissed a man, but...he had never kissed either! However, kissing the bone maharaja might not be regarded as kissing a "person"? This made him feel a little relieved.

The skeleton-like face of the Maharajah is covered with black fine scales, and the fangs in the form of beasts are completely exposed outside the lips. This face looks only suitable for eating human flesh and not suitable for kissing. What made the Maharaja secretly admired was that Burris didn't panic when facing this hideous face at close range, at most it was just a little twisted.

Maybe because the necromancers have seen all kinds of weird things, this level of horror is not a big deal to them... The Bone Maharaja was a little disappointed.

He held Burris's corpse in one hand, held Burris's existing body in the other hand, and put his mouth close to the living Burris. The hard teeth touched the soft lips, pushing the powerful spell into Burris's mouth. The mage's body trembled slightly, and then, a black mist rose from under their feet, enveloping the two people who were kissing and the corpse in the coffin.

Esther chanted a spell quickly and cast herself a spell that could see through the black magic mist. She found that the 19-year-old bald body was slowly withering in the maharaja’s arms, while the body of the tutor in the coffin was sitting. Up.

Not only did he sit up, he also convulsed, scratched his hands, coughed violently... His shriveled flesh was replenishing, his skin turned from gray to a healthy color, the age spots on his face quickly faded, and his head even began to grow. Thick hair...Finally, the Bone Maharaja let go of the 19-year-old bald corpse that had become withered bones. He turned around and focused on the person who sat up from the coffin.

Now leaning on the maharajah’s arms is a young man in his twenties. He has long, shoulder-length flax hair, and a pair of grayish green, big and watery eyes. Because of the convulsion and cough just now, he The white skin on his face is faintly red...

Esther was so frightened that she couldn't believe it. This turned out to be her old mentor who was over eighty years old!

When she met Burris during her illness, Burris was already in her seventies. There was no portrait in the tower, so she had never seen Burris when she was young. Years is like a dragon-slaying spear. Who would have thought that the old mage who wore dentures every day was such a delicate boy?

The black mist gradually dissipated, and the Bone Maharaja extended his hand to Estie: "Princess, is there a mirror?"

"Yes." Estie immediately handed her little vanity mirror, she wanted to see the expression of her tutor when she looked in the mirror.

The young Burris hadn't come to his senses yet, his eyes were out of focus, and he leaned against the maharaja's chest panting, with a trance. When the Maharaja handed the mirror to his eyes, he slowly opened his eyes, and his lips trembled for a long time before shouting with difficulty: "This is me!"

"Yes, it's you," the Bone Maharaja helped him tidy up his messy hair. "The way I saw you back then is what you are now."

Burris grabbed the mirror and said, "Ofa is on! I'm so life-like!!"

The Bone Maharaja said triumphantly: "You are alive. This is not an illusion, nor is it arousing the dead. I let your body return to its youthful heyday, and then reinfuse your current soul in the same tone. "

"Strange, I seem to be very weak..." Burris struggled a few times in the arms of the prince, his body limp, and he couldn't sit still without leaning on anything.

The Maharaja said: "Because your soul and body have not reached complete synchronization. It will be better gradually. You have to be patient before this."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Esther: "Okay, your Royal Highness, now you come and kiss me, we can go back."

Estie walked over and quickly kissed the Maharaja Skeleton. Soon, the hall began to shake, the numerous bones were smashed into powder, and the obsidian steps were broken down into tiny pieces. The slowly moving walls of the fog tower turned into a whirlwind, and fragments of bones and obsidian wrapped around the hall.

The Bone Maharaja stood up, took a deep breath, raised his chest and raised his head, and the dragon skeleton behind the throne also opened his mouth, and both looked up to the sky and roared loudly.

In the roar, all the white bone powder gathered towards the dragon skeleton, filling its crevices and turning into its flesh... Soon, a full-blooded gray dragon appeared in front of the three of them. The dragon flicked its tail and jumped out of the hurricane. The hurricane stretched out several thin tentacles to it, turning into a set of black bridles connected to the hall.

The dragon puffed up its wings and rushed to the sky with the hall behind. At the moment when the floor was completely tilted, the Bone Maharaja held Burriss tightly with one hand, and grabbed Esther with the other. His sight went over the dragon's back and saw the gray. The mouth of the cave was exposed in the misty sky, and on the other side of the cave was the setting sun as the human world was sinking westward.

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When he woke up, Burris was lying on the couch in the lounge of the tower. It was bright outside, and it seemed that he had fallen asleep all night.

His robes were replaced with a long nightgown, and a silk-lined cashmere nightcap was covered on his head. He was covered with a cloth sheet, a thin quilt, a fleece blanket, and a quilt. Layers of duvets, a layer of long cashmere leather blanket... Lying under this pile of quilts, he couldn't even turn over. Burris suspected that this was what it was like to be buried alive.

It took him a lot of effort to get out, sitting on the sofa and panting for a long time. Plush slippers were placed on the carpet, milk tea and soft cookies were prepared on the table, and the housekeeping golem standing against the wall bowed to him: "Master, how are you resting? Your Royal Highness is with your guests. The reception room is waiting for you."

Burris nodded, stood up on the table, and walked to the mirror on the wall. In fact, he had already touched his face and knew what it was like without taking a picture, but when he looked at his image in the mirror, his heart was still beating wildly.

OMG, young faces and bodies! The hair is dense, the skin is smooth, the teeth are complete, the joints are not painful, the eyes are not flowery, the spine curvature is normal, and there is no tingling or pulling sensation on the neck when turning the head from side to side...Aofa is on top, now I have a twenty-year-old body , The memory and soul of the eighty-four-year-old, and this is not an illusion, nor a spell to deceive death, he has really become younger completely!

Burris tweeted and exclaimed, he really deserves to be a demigod skeletal prince. It is impossible for humans to freely manipulate the body's birth, age, sickness and death... Humans may be able to use spells to possess corpses, transform liches, etc., but the essence is just to make a fuss on corpses. , Not really escape the limit of life and death.

However, becoming younger will also bring some additional minor annoyances... The organs and golems in the tower are not a problem, they can still recognize Burris, because they identify his soul and unique secret spells; but if When Burris gets out of this tower, he may encounter various inconveniences.

Burris sat down and thought while drinking milk tea. There will be many interviews and meetings waiting for him in the future. How should he explain the current situation then? Maybe it can be said simply and crudely as illusion? But my colleagues in the wizard will definitely notice the difference...

As he was thinking, the door of the lounge was pushed open with a bang. Burris frowned, remembering Esty would not be so rude. Walking in was a tall young man with ice-blue eyes and deep facial features. His face was characteristic of the descent of the southern countries. His long, slightly curly black hair was tied into a slightly exploded back of his head. The ball, wearing a simple cotton shirt and trousers, stepped barefoot on the plush carpet with a lazy look.

After seeing Burris, the man suddenly opened his arms, his eyes lit up, and he roared and laughed at him.