"Now it's your turn, Neuer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Let me see how you have progressed these days!" A middle-aged man wearing a magic robe gestured to the boy in the audience.

"Yes, teacher. The young man in white was a little eager to try, he tightened his robe, and walked steadily onto the exercise platform, and when he was about to cast a spell, his eyes inadvertently stayed on a girl diagonally opposite.

It was a girl dressed in a gorgeous costume, sitting in the middle of four guards, and the large space above the stands around these people was particularly eye-catching. The moment the girl's eyes met the boy's eyes, she became angry and glared at him fiercely. The boy hurriedly lowered his head, wondering if the girl would have a negative impression of himself because of this.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up and cast a spell!" the middle-aged man urged again.

"Yes, teacher. Neuer bowed respectfully, but there was some contempt in his eyes when he looked down. His teacher was just a middle-class magician, barely making ends meet in the academy, and he usually ignored a poor boy like himself, and almost no one in the class respected him.

Thinking of this, Neuer has the intention to show off the magic he will perform next, so that the whole school can see his results. He waved his staff lightly, muttering words in his mouth, but immediately felt dizzy, and it seemed that he had underestimated the magic.

"A rare opportunity, I must not just give it up, I want her to see it, let the whole school teachers and students see it!" Thinking of this, Neuer bit the tip of his tongue and recited all the incantations.

A trace of blood flowed down the corner of Neuer's mouth, but the bright red lips were still squirming, and those close to the stands had already seen such a scene, and some students had begun to worry.

Finally, with a spurting of blood, a blinding white light flashed in front of Neuer.

Neuer fell straight back. Before he closed his eyes, he saw a boy's face in the white light, and the last impression in his brain remained: "How can you ...... people?"

Neuer fell, but no one chose to pick him up on the stage, because everyone was screaming about the other teenager who appeared on the stage. The man was dressed indecently and his hair was surprisingly short.

The dean, who was sitting on the rostrum with a gray beard, rushed down, first looked at the other party's clothes, and then carefully asked a question that everyone wanted to ask: "Who are you?"

The young man on the stage had a strange expression when he heard the dean's voice, because he didn't understand what language it was: not Chinese, not like English, and he was not familiar with other languages. What country are these people from? How are they dressed as if they were crossing over?

The dean was also shocked in his heart, it was the first time he had seen such a thing, and the summoning magic actually summoned a person. No wonder a small summoning magic actually injured this man named Neuer so badly that he fell unconscious, it turned out that this magic had another mystery. In addition, although the person in front of him looks the same as the people in this world, but his clothes and dresses are very different, I am afraid that the way to come is not simple, I am afraid that he came from those places, and this matter must be solved as soon as possible.

With a wave of his hand, the dean called several guards to carry Neuer to the aid station, and at the same time ordered two other guards to escort the unknown "sky" teenager to the dean's room. The white-bearded dean also spoke to the audience: "Ladies and gentlemen, today's demonstration is here, continue on a later date, I hope today's events will not be spread outside, everything will be notified by the college."

"Who the hell are you?" asked the dean as soon as he returned to his office, "how were you summoned?"

The summoned teenager was still confused. Where the hell is this? Who are these people? Maybe it's the local dialect of some ethnic group? You might be able to understand Mandarin. He tried to ask word by word, "Where is this?"

The dean understood that the boy did not understand their language, and it was likely that he came from a place he had not been exposed to. It seems that communication is a big problem for the time being, and everything has to start with Neuer.

After arranging the residence of the unknown teenager, the dean rushed to the aid station of the academy and found the unconscious Neuer.

The dean can't wait to know what happened, but the hero of the incident is unconscious. "How is he?" asked the dean at the nearby aid station.

"It's just a bit of a mental overdraft, and there's nothing wrong with my body. A white-robed lady replied gently.

"I mean," said the dean angrily, "when will he wake up?"

The lady still maintained a good cultivation and replied unhurriedly: "About half a day, I see that his body is not very weak." ”

Neuer's teacher had rushed to hear the news of the dean, and he knew that the dean would definitely find out about today's incident, and if something happened to his students, he had to explain it to the dean first.

"Dean, the magic that Neuer unleashed is not a spell I gave him, he tampered with-" The teacher who hurried over saw that Neuer was unconscious on the hospital bed, and he also appropriately added: "Neuer, how is it?"

The old dean didn't have time to care about his etiquette, but he was interested in what he said, "Oh, Amansius, you mean this student of yours is modifying magic spells on his own?"

"Yes," Amancius already had beads of sweat on his face, but seeing that the dean did not have an angry expression, he carefully explained: "This student is particularly bold, he has tampered with the spells I taught before, but it has no effect, so I also educated him, I didn't expect this to happen this time." ”

"Don't be nervous, Amancius!" the old dean watched Amancius's actions, "I don't blame you, I have always had faith in your teaching. Although you are not innovative in your teaching ideas, your prudence will not break the rules. ”

Amancius didn't know whether to show humility in receiving praise or concern about the mediocrity of his teaching, and his face showed a mixed expression.

"Tell me about Neuer's family. The old dean interrupted Amancius's train of thought and added, "To put it simply. ”

"Born in an ordinary family, his parents were in business, the business was not big, he lived on the edge of Feynman City, and only Neuer had one child. Neuer usually lives on campus and returns to Fermans City after the holidays. "Amancius still knows a little about Neuer's situation - he comes from an ordinary background, and the rest is just done his homework.

The Dean breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't some annoying magical family kid, and then got up and instructed Amancius, "You can watch here, there are no classes scheduled for the past two days, and call my office as soon as he wakes up." ”

The dean hurried to the office, swept around, quickly walked into the office, locked the door, silently recited a few incantations, and then stepped into the blue circle that appeared in front of him.

Lin Qian was really going crazy, he was brought to this place in the blink of an eye, and then a group of people who couldn't understand the language tossed him back and forth. Fortunately, he was a rational person, and he knew that his sudden appearance might also cause panic to this group of people, so he did not resist.

Now I live in a small house, which is very simple, with a bed, a table, two stools, and a wooden hanger. It was already noon, and the guards outside still hadn't changed shifts to have lunch, and more importantly, no one had brought lunch to Lin Qian.

What kind of place is this? The door is wooden, and the house is wooden, painted with a layer of lacquer-like paint, but it can barely hide the grain of the wood. The bed was also wooden, with no pillows, only a thick roll of bedding, and, without a mat, revealing hard, black planks.

A closer look reveals that the base of the lamp is also wooden, and on top of it is a huge piece of crystal, which is inlaid into the base. The wood of the base of the lamp is coated with a thick layer of paint, which completely obscures the original characteristics of the wood.

Bored, Lin Qian began to study the only table lamp to see. How can you open it without a switch? Large pieces of crystal, cut into specific molds, are inserted in holes dug out of wood. Through the faint light outside the window, a bright light was formed on the wooden table.

Could this be the principle of this table lamp? Lin Qian was thinking about it, when suddenly a person came in from outside the door, waved his hand, and lit up the crystal. Suddenly, the whole room was filled with fluorescence.

My hand didn't touch the lamp, but it was on! What kind of magic is this? No, is it magic? Or is it technology that I don't know?

Meanwhile, in a deserted farmstead, a mother and daughter are embracing each other and crying.

"The ancestors are above, and the fate of this hundred lifetimes can finally be liberated!" the devout mother, like a believer, looked at the small sculptures on the altar.

The faces of these sculptures have been blurred, but judging by the clothing, they are all women.

The daughter who cried like a tearful person didn't know whether she was happy for herself or sorry for her mother, and her mother's words always echoed in her ears: "Those who descend from heaven are born in a distant place, beyond the sky, words are desolate, inheritance for thousands of years, ups and downs, and in this life, fate is dead." ”

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