I am a warlock

Li Miaowang

Xuncheng, Luoyang Village.

Early in the morning, bursts of car roars broke the previous tranquility, and then a group of bodyguards in camouflage uniforms got off the row of military vehicles, marching in neat steps and with great momentum.

Then, they blocked the door of an inconspicuous low-rise bungalow in the west.

Such a big commotion naturally attracted everyone in the village. The onlookers were puzzled, surprised, and intimidated at first, then began to whisper, and finally looked at one person.

A young man wearing a cloth shirt and holding a grass root in his mouth, Li Miaowang.

"Li Miaowang, isn't that your home? What happened?"

"Could it be that the old man in your family committed a big crime?"

"That old man Long usually looks very serious, how come, alas..."

As soon as these words came out, people were panicked, and many people even subconsciously retreated three points, as if they wanted to distance themselves from him.

In the end, there were many different opinions, and the more they said, the more outrageous it became. Some people even said that the old man Long who was rescued by Li Miaowang was a murderer who was on the run for fear of crime.

Li Miaowang spit out the grass in his mouth, looked around coldly, and ignored it.

He knew exactly what kind of person the old man Long was. How could he be the fugitive?

He walked alone to the door of the bungalow, but was stopped by two camouflage bodyguards.

The two camouflage bodyguards looked serious and tough, and refused to give in.

Li Miaowang sneered: "What? Can't I go back to my own home?"

"Does this count as trespassing?"

After saying the last sentence, Li Miaowang took another big step regardless.

The two camouflage bodyguards wanted to stop him, but a rather majestic voice came from the house: "Let him in."

After hearing this, the two camouflage bodyguards gave way and let him go.

Inside the house, there was peace, but the atmosphere seemed a bit dull.

An old man in gray clothes with a haggard face was lying on a recliner, rocking leisurely.

A middle-aged man with a square face sat upright with his fists on his knees. At the same time, there were several camouflage uniforms in the house with serious expressions, always on guard.

It seemed that they were discussing some important matters, but Li Miaowang didn't care about it. He only cared about the safety of Old Man Long.

Seeing that nothing happened, Li Miaowang breathed a sigh of relief, but still walked quickly to the gray-clothed old man, frowned and asked: "What's going on?"

Old man Long said frankly: "A group of old subordinates from the past came to visit me, an old man."

Li Miaowang said, "Oh, and then glanced around the room. Suddenly, he thought of something and pretended to be surprised and said: "Old man Long, are you really the Dragon King of the Dragon Guard?"

The Dragon Guard, a national weapon, can be called the top mysterious organization in Xia.

In other words, it was born to protect national security.

In front of them, any special soldier and guard must bow their heads, even the emperor must give way to them.

Li Miaowang had heard a few words from Old Man Long. Old Man Long once boasted that he was the leader of the Dragon Guard, the Dragon King. At that time, Li Miaowang had already understood it in his heart, but he just laughed it off on the surface.

No matter you are a powerful figure like the Dragon King or not, I saved your life. To me, you are just an ordinary patient number one.

Old man Long nodded and said, "I guess so."

Li Miaowang patted Old Man Long on the shoulder and praised, "Yes, it's great."

Old man Long laughed, probably because he thought that the boy was too careless in praising him.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite was named Song Bo, who was once a subordinate of Old Man Long. Seeing this scene, he felt a little incredible.

Not only him, but also the camouflage bodyguards in the room were like this.

They all stared with their eyes wide open, thinking that the Dragon King, who was once so powerful, could talk and laugh with a young man and become so easy to talk to?

However, the next scene made everyone in the room drop their jaws.

Li Miaowang suddenly frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Did you smoke?"

Asked this, Old Man Long shrank back and felt guilty. He dodged his eyes, stretched out a small section of his finger, and whispered: "One puff, just a small puff..."

Bang!

Li Miaowang threw a big bag on Old Man Long's forehead and scolded: "Old thing, how many times have I told you not to smoke, don't smoke anymore, you turned a deaf ear to me?"

"I finally pulled your life back from the gates of hell, do you think you have lived too long?"

"Don't think about me collecting your body!"

Old Man Long was like a child who made a mistake from beginning to end, humbly accepting the preaching.

But the people in the room couldn't stand it, they were shocked and angry.

You know, this old man Long is the Dragon King of their Dragon Guards, the god in their hearts.

How can we offend a god?

This man is so bold!

Song Bo was furious. He stood up from the stool and shouted murderously: "You! How dare you!"