Fitnair took a step back, only to find that there seemed to be a barrier behind her, preventing her from retreating, so she turned her face slightly to the side and turned back to look directly at Chris, "Why did you approach me? I don't think I'm a very interesting person to you - and you don't have a lot of dark history." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"You know it very quickly. Chris chuckled, and then her fingers, which were just moving casually, suddenly stretched out - as she moved her fingers, Fitney inexplicably felt that although the movement was a sign of flexibility, Chris looked mechanical to do it, but she had no chance to think about it - her body was grabbed, and she was thrown to the side!

Fettnay was overwhelmed by the sudden attack - and indeed she had no way to respond.

Where did the attack come from?

It's like facing an unknown enemy.

"Ahem......" Fitney was thrown against the wall, feeling a sharp pain in her back, she couldn't help coughing, and then Chris walked in front of her, coughing with her head down, she could only see the lambskin boots that the other party was wearing in sight.

Chris leaned down to "admire" Fitney: "What beautiful hair. ”

Fitnay ignored her fake compliment, and then felt his hair pulled in his hand, and his head jerked up: "Hmm!"

"But it's very stubborn, very ...... As a freshman, you don't have to think like that - but you don't have a chance. Chris whispered in Fieldnay's ear.

It was as if something was around Chris, invisibly protecting her.

"What a ......," Fitney smiled—a smile she rarely did.

It is by no means joyful, it is a little difficult to interpret, but it is more inclined to "helpless".

Chris ignored her reaction, with a smile on his face, and at the same time the owner of the car took Fitney's hair, and the invisible force smashed into Fitney's abdomen!

"Hmm-a-a-a

Is it strong enough......

Fitney felt a blur in front of him, and Ed's voice rang in his ears unexpectedly—he sighed in his heart, it seemed that the man really knew something.

However, Ed allowed himself to be finally forced into a corner like this, for fear of deliberate revenge for her previous bad attitude.

But so what.

"Hey, Chris. Letting go of her hair, Fitney's head hung down again, and she raised her head as hard as she could, her tone calm.

"Huh?" Chris seemed curious to say what Phytenay would say.

"Do you know the Black Devil Vine?" said Fitney, as if he were talking about what to drink for afternoon tea.

The look on Chris's face paused.

Fitnet understood that she didn't understand this, so she couldn't help frowning: "Really...... I need to read more......"

Boom!

A few black vines suddenly sprang out of the ground, crawling out one twisted pattern after another on the ground, unexpectedly entwining Chris!

Fitnair felt her body loosen as her eyes widened, the flow of magic clearly visible in her eyes, and without saying a word, she headed towards the "exit" - although it might have been some kind of spell, but it also made use of the alchemical building of the academy - in other words, it couldn't be infinite.

The magic flows, and there is no escape from the Eye of Penetration.

As she ran, Fitnair did not forget to throw out the prepared plants, and the "specialties" brought out of the forest had their own characteristics - she was not stingy at this time.

But Fitney had a trace of doubt in her heart, she was almost falling apart when she was smashed against the wall, but the pain in her hands was not so strong that she could accurately touch the black magic vine hidden on her body. At the same time, theoretically, the Eye of Penetration could see the whole process of the magic working - but she couldn't find some "keys".

There's no time to think about it.

Click.

"Damn it......" Fitney quickly touched the "exit" - the end of this corridor. At the same time, Chris's voice came from behind her, and the moment she stepped out, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Chris—Chris stood not far away, like a ghost who couldn't see the light, and wanted to stay away from the light.

Phehma was about to take the last step when the invisible thing that surrounded Chris came up!

"Huh...... How can it be...... You're going to get out of the way......" Chris's expression had turned to a smile, and the sudden change made her look a little more nervous, "Hahaha...... Why do you want to know so many things? And let her know...... I'm going to let you die......"

But she paused suddenly—the invisible thing had not caught anything.

I only saw that Fitney moved like a dancer, sideways, bent down, and even a bend of the knee was just right to separate the invisible.

"This ......" was incredible—Chris looked at Fitney in astonishment, who dodged the entanglement, deliberately fell to the side with one last blow, and then calmly rolled on the ground and landed outside.

If others were afraid of these magical condensations, Fitney was not.

Her eyes had seen everything.

It's just that......

"Hiss......" Fitney had already stepped out of the "exit", and behind it, the corridor had become a wall, and yet...... I can't move on my own.

Where did the accident happen?

Fitney frowned, trying to focus on himself, his mind echoing everything that had happened in the past two weeks......

Sheer, Christie, Chris......

The lights that suddenly disappeared that day, the corpses that appeared and disappeared inexplicably, the hunt at night, the strange nightmares...... And......

"As long as it's a magician, no one is not special. Leteta's voice put an end to all her suspicions.

Fitney looked behind him, his face not a little flustered.

Chris hates Christie and wants to kill her - it makes sense for her to have a black history, but what is it? Why does Chris hate Christie?

Click. Click. Click. Click.

The sound of the water already felt familiar, and Fitney's face was like ashes, yes, it was the sound of the alchemy mechanism in the building opening.

I see.

Fitney stood in place, sweat sliding down his forehead, the sound of water being the only clear sound, and beyond that, there was an atmosphere of brewing fermentation.

Suddenly, a man appeared, breaking it all - Fitney felt a different breath of air, and looked at the comer in a daze--long blue hair, facial features exuding a gentle temperament, and his face was always unwavering, always draped in a white robe, like an ascetic: "Arthur." ”

"Merlin?" Fitney felt a little incredulous.