Countless ice crystals the size of fine dust floated around Sirry, twinkling like stars in the sky. From time to time, colorful light is refracted out, constantly reflecting and jumping in the ice crystals, intertwining a colorful light mist, like a dream.

The leprechauns danced, laughing cheerfully from time to time. The figure became looming in the increasingly brilliant and thick light mist. This intrigued her and she began to extract the magic of Sirri—weaving threads and forming nets. Trying to catch the colorful world that fascinates her.

Light, unimpeded in her net. But this did not discourage her, and she still stubbornly cast the net. In each throw, threads of magic continued to pass through the ice crystals. The magic in some of the ice crystals gradually became entangled with the silk threads, and began to use these silk threads as a link to separate and gather.

The light mist also fluctuated and fluctuated in the process of diverging and dispersing, which quickly attracted the attention of the little goblin. So she gave up chasing light and shadow, and focused on finding the ice crystals that could be entangled with the silk threads, and knitting them one by one into the net. With the braiding, a sparkling ribbon like yarn gradually takes shape.

The winds around the tornado are more and more manic, while the center is more calm. The original chaotic light mist already had an order under the efforts of the little goblin, circling and wandering around Qian Rui like a swimming dragon. The leprechaun sits on top of the dragon's head, directing it to continue devouring endless ice crystals. As it devoured, the dragon's head continued to wind upwards and gradually rise.

Qian Rui looked at the world in the mirror, there was no story told by her brother, nor was there the inclusion of all things that her sister said. Yes, it's just endless images, endless rumors. The sound of the wind deciphered every image for her, whispering the secrets hidden by the snow and ice.

In order to hear the whispering in the breeze, in order to know more secrets, Qian Rui once again strengthened the urge of magic power. With a long whistling sound, the wind wall rotated more and more rapidly, and the fine Xiaoice crystals falling from the sky became denser. The little goblin excitedly harnessed the colorful dragon and greeted the ice crystals in the sky. So this swimming dragon gradually condensed into substance, and the strange light on his body flowed, and the color was blanched.

With the formation of the dragon, the goblin is no longer satisfied with sitting back and enjoying the results. The dragon under her made her feel the power of her arms and fingers. It's not just Siri's, it's her strength. Her spirit filled all corners of Youlong, and the magic that was constantly condensed in Youlong's body seemed to have turned into a part of her.

She is just an underage goblin, and because she likes the sweet and soft taste of Qian Rui, she hides on Qian Rui most of the time. Under the influence of Bran and Whisper, they get along defenselessly. Although there were disputes, they did not affect the friendship between each other, nor did they affect the spiritual communication and resonance.

She was there when she awakened, and with curious prying eyes, the core of her abilities also left her spiritual imprint. It's just that they are still confused, and they are still getting along according to their own living habits. It was only now that she finally had a chance to play.

From unconscious play to conscious use, and finally like an arm. At this moment, she realized a powerful meaning. With her screams of joy, the dragon soared into the sky. Stimulated by this, the cyclone accelerated again.

When a strange python appeared in the clouds and began to show a chill. Zoya had joined Harvey and Sander and was quickly evacuating with them.

The sudden chill behind her made her can't help but look back. In the swirling clouds, a strange snake is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tornado is even bigger, and there are trees and rocks struggling and throwing out of it. Fortunately, the wind is still only swaying in place, but how long can this state last?

It was a terrible experience. She wanted to go back and see, but eventually gave up. The chill might be resistant, but the wind wasn't something she could blend into.

Stay away from here, protect these young white wolves, and take these two scholars back with some use.

Feather is gone, and he will only go to Danny and Bran as soon as he feels in danger.

She only wanted the whirlwind to stay where it was, and even if it did, it was better not to head towards the Northunderworld. And she believed that it was impossible for Bran not to notice such a big move. Since he didn't show up, it means that all this is still under control.

Zoya was only half right.

When the whirlwind first rose into the sky, Bran was already aware of it. He sat on the spire of the tower with Huahua in his arms, and commented in the voice of a passer-by—but that's it.

He watched the development of the situation with the mentality of watching a play, lest the scene was not exciting enough. How can a nascent little wizard understand the general trend and understand the power of nature?

But he was wrong, and his understanding was mostly innate, the self-righteousness of chaotic memories. His understanding of nature mostly comes from books and articles, although it is good-looking, it is not his own perception. Although it is gorgeous, most of the farts are not used. He is still an outsider to this world.

His sister, his sister, and many people around him were the products of this world. There is no need for flowery language, no need for self-righteous superficial understanding, just trust your intuition and follow the guidance of the darkness.

The play is getting better and better, and it is getting more and more exciting, but Bran gradually can't sit still.

But a thought is circling in my heart, this wind should not go this way, this play is still to be watched......