The days in Dragon Island are rare comfort and happiness for Zheng Xiao, Gray is his mentor, lover, father, brother, and occasionally he can pretend to be a younger brother when he is naïve, with his company, the smile on Zheng Xiao's face has never disappeared.

In addition to purring Zheng Xiao's curly hair, Gray's favorite thing is to measure Zheng Xiao's magic at all times.

"Alright, Scroll, try to use the sixth-level magic I taught you. Gray closed the Magic Codex in his hand and placed it in the chest. Then sit on the box and look at him with an expectant smile.

Zheng Xiao was under a lot of pressure, he had been in love twice before, and he played at a super level, but he knew that his true level was not to the point of a sixth-level magician.

Just now, Gray probed the level of magic power in his body, and he was indeed able to bear the loss of sixth-level magic, so Gray, who thought that he had cultivated to a sixth-level magician, was very happy, and happily turned out a long-lost sixth-level magic from the magic scroll, the Tears of the Wind, on the spot.

Legend has it that the Tears of the Wind was created by Rhine Mozark, the last sixth-level mage on the continent two hundred years ago.

So, the then king Glory III personally came to visit the door, prepared a generous gift and asked Rhine not to perform this magic, so the tears of the wind were sealed by his creator himself, and it was not until today, two hundred years later, that Zheng Xiao saw it.

Zheng Xiao wants to cry without tears, King Gray, the concubine can't do it.

Gray smiled and cheered him on: "Roll the roll, the master said that if you can do it, you will definitely be able to, don't be afraid, come on." ”

Zheng Xiao doesn't have much confidence in himself, but since Gray is here, something must not happen.

Closing his eyes and secretly mobilizing the magic power in his body, Zheng Xiao's robe slowly floated up, holding the magic ball condensed in his palms with both hands, and as time passed, the magic ball changed from small to large.

This Tears of the Wind is indeed peculiar, ordinary magic, even if it is a fourth-level magic, as long as the spell is recited, the magic power can be directly mobilized from the body, but this Tears of the Wind has to form a magic ball containing huge magic power outside the body, as the forerunner of the magic,

This first step of condensing into a magic ball requires a huge amount of mana, and the magic power of a sixth-level magician is just enough to reach the basis of spellcasting.

The magic ball condensed into the palm of his hand gradually became the size of a football, Zheng Xiao's forehead dripped, the magic power in his body was about to be drained, the palm of his hand shook, Zheng Xiao exhaled, fortunately, the first step was completed, and the magic ball was not thrown out immediately, Zheng Xiao closed his eyes and concentrated on recovering the magic power.

The smile deepened in Gray's eyes, and his scrolls were really smart.

Half a ring, the magic power in the body was restored, Zheng Xiao opened his eyes, and then his eyes widened slightly, and the magic ball in his hand seemed to have turned into a night pearl gathered with moonlight, glowing with flowing silver light, very beautiful, looking at Gray, under the light of the magic ball, the handsome man was like a crown of jade, like a god descending.

Zheng Xiao didn't know that in Gray's eyes, Zheng Xiao, who was holding the flowing moonlight, was like a boy under the moon, and his cuteness made his heart tremble.

The more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are, Zheng Xiao carefully operated the magic power, and slowly lifted the magic ball into the air until it stopped in mid-air.

Zheng Xiao opened his arms and surged the magic power in his body into the air without hesitation, and at the same time, he chanted magic

"Divine Wind Messenger God, forgive me for letting you out privately, a qiē in the world is desperate, only ruined

to be reborn, the light of the moon flashes, the land of hope is born, shed - tears of the wind!"

The short spell made Zheng Xiao gasp, and he couldn't take his eyes off the glowing sphere that stopped in mid-air, until it became brighter and brighter, and finally fell like tears from the sky, with violent power,

The air was cut into tiny electric light, and the sky was dark for a moment, leaving only the ball of light that fell on him like a demon king who destroyed the world.

"Mom, Gray help!" "Woo woo, I did everything I said in the codex, how did I end up making a bomb on my head.

Zheng Xiao was so frightened that she burst into tears, covered her head and went to find Gray,

"Here," a clear voice guided Zheng Xiao's direction, Zheng Xiao threw himself into Gray's arms with a brisk step, and hurriedly said: "Gray, let's run for our lives, woo, your nest may be destroyed by me." ”

Gray smiled happily in the apocalyptic scene between heaven and earth, touched his trembling body in his arms, ignored the ball of light that was smashing down, and commented with satisfaction: "The scroll is very good, as I expected, you are already a sixth-level mage, think about it, we will definitely be able to fly to the heavenly realm together in a hundred years, hahaha~"

Zheng Xiao saw that he was still not running for his life at such a critical moment, and when the ball was about to hit his head, he couldn't help scolding: "You idiot, why don't you hide!"

The words fell and pounced on him hard, and firmly protected the body that was out of the circle with his body, how could he remember that this person was a dragon with rough skin and thick flesh far from himself.

"Hahaha~" Gray's big fool smiled more and more happily, and Zheng Xiao felt bitter in his heart.

The slender and white hand stretched out from under Zheng Xiao's body, the five fingers opened, and the invisible coercion descended on the heavens and the earth, and the magic ball on the edge of the explosion seemed to be a child who had regained his senses, calmed down from the edge of the rage, and obediently fell on the palm of his hand like a feather.

The hand was gently clenched, and then opened, and the magic ball had turned into a physical magic bead, lying quietly in the palm of the hand.

In the dark sky, the wind no longer roared, the clouds no longer gathered, slowly, the clouds dispersed, and the sun sprinkled down one by one.

Then, it fell on Zheng Xiao, who closed his eyes tightly and was tense.