The sudden critical damage caused Alan to eat a large wave of dog food unexpectedly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Suffering intense real damage, Eren entered a state of residual blood and returned to his camp with his wounds covered.

At this moment, Shane and his group were still playing cards and chatting over there, and when they saw Alan coming back, they beckoned Alan to sit down, and looked back curiously-according to how reliable Allen usually is, how should Marshall come back?

I just don't know how Alan persuaded - such a big damage can be mitigated?

However, when they looked over, they didn't see anyone following Allen.

Strange, shouldn't it be, did Alan leave that unlucky Marshall there?

What an international joke - according to the way the kid gets carried away, something may be going to happen.

"Alan-Marshall? didn't you leave him where he was, did you?"

This question was met with a roll of the eye that Allen responded to, what kind of joke - wouldn't you be a light bulb if you didn't throw him over there?

The light bulb is more than just a light bulb, because there is also enough dog food handed over from time to time - who likes to stare at whom, Alan has no intention of holding on.

He crooked the corners of his mouth—"Do you still need me?" if you're interested, go over there and look around, and you'll know everything. Alan angrily pointed in the previous direction - how could he have this dog food to himself, of course, everyone shared it.

Anyway, looking at the sticky energy of the two, it will be time to distribute dog food in person in a few days, and it's not too much to go to watch or something now.

And this kind of thing?

The rest of the minutes were stunned for a moment, leaving Alan to run to the theater one by one - which made Alan roll his eyes and bid farewell to the gossip party.

About half an hour later, while Allen was reading a book after washing, the door was opened, and a group of single dogs who had been hurt more than a thousand times were returned. It can be seen that there is no need to eat these people's supper or anything, they are all stuffed with dog food.

It was a long time before Marshall returned to his place, and the boy had not yet woken up from his wine, but his face was full of happy smiles, and he was quite unhappy to see the group—but unfortunately, before they could torture the fellow, the boy lay directly on the carpet, and let out a loud cry, leaving no flaws.

"Hey, Marshall—wake up!"

There was not the slightest movement, even if he was pushed a few times with his hand, there was still no reaction, and Marshall even quickly let out a loud cry.

。。。。。。

The group of single dogs glanced at each other, and gave up their intention to torture them - it would be better to come back tomorrow to contain this kid.

After tossing for most of the day, several people were also tired, and after saying goodnight to each other, they each returned to their own modified tents (why Alan would have an extra tent is a very humane question), as for Marshall who fell to the ground - anyway, there is a carpet on the ground, who cares if he can't sleep badly!

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The next day, it was another rare good weather.

Although the students here bragged that their headmaster had directly broken a storm with magic, causing many people to plan to see this magical magic and especially hope that there would be a typhoon or something like that that would be encountered by themselves and others, but obviously the headmaster of the family was not from the juggling class. Besides, even if there was a typhoon or something, it would definitely not affect the dense protective magic attached to the school, and there was no need for the principal to intervene or anything.

Alan believed this statement - the United States Ministry of Magic was not saved by a heavy rain created by magic when it was in its most critical time, and although it was the work of magical creatures, Alan believed that there were definitely people who could develop this kind of idle and painful magic in this area.

That's right, it's just a pain in the idle - this kind of magic can't be cast casually.

Not to mention the mana required for that huge range, the corresponding casting gestures and spell research, even the casting materials can make people's eggs hurt - just think about Voldemort's resurrection magic to see how troublesome this thing is.

Wait--Alan suddenly thought of the Uganda side he had been to before, and it seemed that there was a large-scale magic to change the weather, which made Alan sigh silently and continue to look up the information after really knowing how to play - the transformation of the tent is not over yet.

It didn't take long for him to study, and the others also got up one after another.

Greeting Allen, who was reading a book outside, they walked towards the largest tent that had been renovated - the washing place had been taken out of the area, and was currently being used by several of them.

It was about the noise of the crowd that was too loud, and Marshall, who had slept on the carpet all night, finally woke up.

Rubbing his sore body from sleeping on the floor, Marshall's face was unusually calm—it was terrifyingly calm.

"Marshall—you're awake!"

A group of people waited for Marshall to finish washing up and then came up to make a joke, however, there was no trace of joy or shyness on Marshall's face, only calm.

This performance made the people who were supposed to be molesting this kid feel wrong--what's the situation? Isn't it a success? Why is this kid's face so ugly?

Looking at the group of roommates gathered around, Marshall took a breath.

"All right—don't comfort me, I can bear what happened yesterday, you don't need to comfort me—let me be quiet, and accept the result. ”

With a slight sigh, Marshall turned to pack his things - leaving his roommates in awkward.

"What's the situation? wasn't it okay last night?" Alan was the first to break the silence - "Did anything change when you were there? Why did it suddenly look like this?"

"No—nothing changed when we walked away!" the others were confused.

"Didn't you quarrel with you? And then the girls got angry?"

"What are you kidding-how is it possible, besides, according to Alyssa-senpai's temper, at most she will beat us, how can she really be angry?"

"Could it be that Marshall's brain pumped -- what should he not have said? That guy's IQ has been plummeting lately, and he doesn't know what's going on. ”

"It's possible - it's hard to say, we're slowly looking at this thing, maybe that's it, hey - forget it, we can't help anything, let's pack it up and go to class together." ”

As it turned out, Marshall's mood was fairly stable, and he could even complain about Allen's behavior of leaving him on the carpet - causing him to be in pain all over. But Allen looked at this kid and smiled as if he was squeezing out, so they didn't tease him too much - after all, this kid's situation is not right, so it's better not to say more.

However, when they arrived at the classroom, everyone including Allen was stupid - it was a fourth-grade class, but there were more people in the classroom.

This person was familiar to everyone present - Alyssa from the fifth year Hufflepuff, the prefect looked at the curious eyes around Xiao, a little flustered, but quickly firmed up, and his gaze swept around-under the attack of her eyes, the fourth-year students trembled, there was no way, this was the deterrent effect of being a prefect and being the eldest sister of Hufflepuff girls for many years.

However, at this moment, Alan and they are in a circle - what is this operation?