In the light of the scarlet magic array, one by one the figures turned into streamers and disappeared, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, when everyone around them disappeared, only Chenming, Drax and the three purple-clothed demons were left in the succubus's camp, plus Shaqiluo who was still sleeping.

"Then, Chen Ming, we'll see you in the academy. ”

After the four Drexes saluted, they also disappeared as streamers.

Eventually, with the fading of the magic array, Chen Ming's eyes began to blur, and when his eyesight was restored, the environment he was in was no longer the gray withered city.

Sunlight shone through the window on his face, and he returned to the academy, while An Mixiu sat at his desk, looking at him with interest, "Welcome back, my successor." ”

"Where's Shakira?"

Chen Ming's face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to be happy to return to the academy, because there was no Shaqiro in the huge office.

"She went where she was supposed to be. ”

An Mixiu stood up, walked slowly in front of him, and said, "It may be a long time before you see her." ”

"For a long time?"

Chen Ming frowned slightly and asked, "Is she okay?"

"She's fine. ”

An Mixiu nodded and said with a smile, "At least, as long as she doesn't want to, no one can force her to do anything." ”

"That's good. ”

Although Chen Ming was smiling, anyone could see that he was crying.

An Mixiu did not comfort or scold, but just looked at the teenager quietly until dusk approached.

"If it's okay, then I'll go back first. ”

After standing for a long time, Chen Ming didn't say a word, turned around and walked out the door.

Behind Chen Ming, An Mixiu asked, "You don't want to ask me about her?"

Chen Ming stopped, turned his face sideways, and smiled, "When I see her again, will she still be her?"

An Mixiu was stunned for a moment and replied, "Yes." ”

"Then there's nothing to ask. ”

Chenming stepped forward again, only this time, he didn't stop again, and no one knew whether the other half of his face was crying or laughing.

"Come out, Grandma. ”

After Chen Ming left, An Mixiu shouted, "He's already gone." ”

The office was silent, and there was still only An Mixiu alone, until night really fell, and a book fell on the old bookshelf.

"Do you want me to give him this book?"

An Mixiu muttered in a low voice, walked over, and picked up the book, "I knew this was the case, why did I have to do it in the first place? I went to great lengths to seal your body so that you could accompany him, it's good for you, every time he has something, he will find the body to borrow strength, where can your body withstand such great power?"

Shu Wufeng spontaneously got up, as if complaining about something to him.

"Are you blaming me for refusing to take him to the Demon Palace in the first place?"

An Mixiu said helplessly, "He is still too weak now, I said that when he is at the seventh order, I will take him there." ”

The pages turned again.

"You are indeed powerful. ”

An Mixiu smiled earnestly, "But why do you fall in love with him? In addition to because he is not afraid of you like us, in fact, you also envy him who is weak, he can have his own goals to pursue, he can live freely in the crowd, he can have his own friends and companions, but if I agree to your request, do you think he will have these things now?"

The book fell silent.

An Mixiu continued, "I promise you, at most two years, before you lift the seal, I will let him reach the seventh order, and whatever I say at that time, I will take him to the Demon Palace, how about it?"

Book, closed.

"Hoo ......"

An Mixiu breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat on his face, and then found that his back had also been wet with sweat, and he muttered with a wry smile, "Why did this drudgery fall on my head?" Chen Ming, this stinky boy, I have already warned him, don't let her be too reluctant, now it's okay?"

Immediately, he frowned again and said, "But this last time, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with Chenming, right?"

Scratching his head in annoyance, An Mixiu, who was full of anger and had nowhere to spill, frowned and said, "I still have to give this book to Chen Ming." ”

After returning to Xiaolou, Chen Ming could no longer suppress his emotions, and cried loudly, sadness, pain, mixed with long-standing hysteria, all erupted at this moment.

He searched every corner of the room like crazy, trying to find even a trace of the sakira, but in the end, to his despair, he found that the girl had not left him even a trace.

Eventually, he gave up the search and returned to the room with a blank look, and he fell asleep after being exhausted.

And the long-lost nightmare also quietly came to the door on the first night she left.

In the twisted world, Chen Ming walked aimlessly, he didn't know how long he had walked, but the petite figure in front of him made him have to chase hard.

But no matter how hard he tried, that figure was still so far away, I don't know how long it took, this world, that figure was as broken as glass, and Chen Ming woke up from his dream.

He thought he had slept for a long, long time, but when he saw the clock hanging on the wall, the minute hand had just moved.

He didn't want to sleep anymore, but the inexplicable sleepiness always sent him into the same dream again the next second he woke up.

And so on and on, until the sun came again, and Tatsunaru could not count how many times he had wandered in the dream realm.

One day, two days, three days......

He trapped himself in his room for seven days and seven nights, and it was not until the morning of the eighth day that An Mixiu was late.

But when he opened the door, he was startled, and in the living room, which was like being swept by a typhoon, white down fell like snowflakes in every corner of the living room.

"It seems that your departure is not a light blow to this kid?"

Glancing at the quaint book in his hand, An Mixiu smiled bitterly and walked to Chenming's room, and when he was about to knock on the door, he found that the door was not closed at all.

"Chenming?"

He screamed tentatively, but there was no response from inside the room, and An Mixiu pushed the door open, and the next scene startled him again.

On the bed, the unkempt teenager wrapped himself in the quilt, staring blankly at the transparent pit on the wall, under the pit, there were scattered clock parts, and what was even more terrifying was that around the pit was covered with blood-stained scratches, and the chaotic sorting made the original white wall lose its original color.

An Mixiu frowned and asked. "Chenming, are you alright?"

The boy didn't answer, and there was still no focus in his deeply sunken eyes.

"Don't provoke me!"

An Mixiu's eyes became cold, and with a wave of his hand, he tore the quilt draped on Chen Ming's body, and the cotton wool in the sky was like angel feathers, scattered in the room.

"Uh......"

The young man who had no support raised his head, looked at An Mixiu with blank eyes, opened his mouth, but did not say half a word.

"Are you overly sad and speechless?"

An Mixiu sighed helplessly, and a finger lightly touched his eyebrows.

A strange warm current flowed through Chenming's limbs under An Mixiu's control.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of corrosive black blood spurted out of Chen Ming's mouth and hit An Mixiu's gorgeous robe, instantly corroding the robe into a palm-sized hole.

An Mixiu didn't care, he still dredged the meridians for Chen Ming, and after a long time, he withdrew his fingers.

"She'......"

Chen Ming's eyes were still empty, and his hoarse voice was full of endless pathos, "She...... Left, me, I lost her......"

An Mixiu sighed, although Chen Ming never really called himself a teacher, but he was still Chen Ming's teacher, and he was the biggest and only reliance of this young man in hell.

"I've been ruthless for so many years, and there's nothing I can do about a human brat. ”

Muttering in a low voice, An Mixiu's face softened a little, and he said, "If you continue to be so decadent, I'm afraid you're really going to lose her." ”

As he spoke, An Mixiu handed over the quaint book in his hand, "Take it." ”

"This, this is?"

Chen Ming subconsciously reached out and took it, he didn't know what this book was, but he had a very familiar feeling.

"This is what she asked me to give you. ”

An Mixiu said, "I'll only give you two years, and within two years, your magic power must reach the seventh-order level, otherwise, even if she wants to see you, I won't let you see her!"

There was finally a glimmer of light in his scattered eyes, and Chen Ming gently stroked the cover of the book and muttered in a low voice, "I really ...... Will I ever see her again?"

On the young man's face, a drop of tears fell on the book, and on his lowered head, the ends of his hair were actually a little white.

"I really...... I miss her so much......"

"Perhaps, you're right?"

Looking at the young man who had recovered a little, An Mixiu sighed and thought, "If I agreed to your request at the beginning, he should be happier now, right?"