"Damn...... It's this headache again. He slowly got up from the bed and changed his clothes mechanically as usual.

"Anyway, didn't I fall asleep in the cave last night, why did I wake up in my own home now?" Looking at some of the abrasions on her hands, Mo Hong recalled.

He poured himself a glass of water, prepared to take some bread, and ate it as a morning supply. When I walked to the table, I found a bag of delicious dried meat and a jar of beef nǎi. And the note next to it told me that this was not given to me by a good God.

"It's sad and pathetic, dignified man, so drunk that I want to carry you back, this broken place where birds don't lay eggs. Thank me, look at the way you look in your room, I gave you my supper in the spirit of human splendour. Eat as fast as you get up, don't be late......" - Scarlet Moon Liu

Looking at the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, Mo Hong shook her head while nibbling on the supper of the scarlet moon. Suddenly thinking that the school was going to hold a whole school assembly for a grand ceremony in 5 days, he had no choice but to speed up the swing of his mouth.

School noon.

Leisurely woke up from his sleep, and when he thought that he had endured it, the principal had been talking nonsense for more than 2 hours before falling asleep, and he himself admired himself.

"They're coming back, and if you think about it, I haven't seen them for seven years." The biological daughter of Master Luo Ya **, who has been studying at the main academy for 7 years, is accompanied by the king's youngest daughter, Princess Tiling, and the eldest son of the Xiyue family, Heidenal. They were all my childhood playmates. And because they gave my gray childhood a little sè. For this, I am also grateful for my titular title of nobility...... By the time of this year's Dragon Festival, they and I were both 17 years old, just half a step away from Chéngrén. So they'll come back before this dragon festival.,By the way, to participate in the school celebration.,After all, this is the school garden of their childhood.。 After 7 years away from home, the joyful scene of family reunion has appeared in front of Mo Hong's eyes. I will only discredit Master Luoya, but they will definitely be able to give his adoptive father the capital of pride.

"Maybe they've forgotten about it like this." Faintly self-deprecating. Mo Hong fell into the memory.

A blinding red light flashed in the classroom, killing his memories, a hint of class. The old tutor walked into the classroom with the same steps, and Mo Hong knew that this class was destined to be boring.

After about half an hour, Mo Hong looked at the blackboard like a book in the sky and shook his head weakly, because of his physical condition, he couldn't practice the magic taught in class. All he could do was write down all the words of his mentor and try to memorize them as much as he could. For him, the theory of magic will always be just a theory. Because he kept taking notes, he spent a lot more jīng effort than the other classmates, and now his shoulders were tired.

"Why are you so sleepy...... Mo Hong rubbed his eyes, for some reason, he had a strong sense of sleepiness since he had just started, and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't see the blackboard clearly. And after the first 5th intimate contact with the table, he finally gave up resistance and fell asleep.

A solemn red cloud covered the sky, and the barren ground was covered with wounds. No piece of land is complete. Broken wars, blunted swords, and blood-stained battle axes were all messily inserted into this shocking earth.

"What the hell is ...... here" Like a ghost, Mo Hong floated in the air, looking at this inexplicable world. There is no touch, no reality, just the dreaded breath of death.

"What's going on here......" he muttered to himself, looking at the battlefield-like ruins.

Moment......

The whole scene moved forward at a rapid pace, and he passed through this bloody land, through the sè color of the sea. Until the scene freezes again, there is only a burning mountain in front of him. Barely discerning buildings could be made out in the firelight, staggered like dead bodies. He didn't know why the fire was still burning, but he couldn't think about the illogical things anymore, because he saw a figure standing on top of this blazing peak. The slender figure exposed her xìng, and I saw her standing in the purple flames, her hands on her chest.

Mo Hong really wanted to see this person's face, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't see it clearly. Suddenly, the flames rose, and the girl's shoulders trembled. Mo Hong wanted to go up and help the girl, but as usual, he couldn't do anything. He cried out for him to get out of the way, but after Jīng was exhausted, he finally understood that the maiden would not leave, because she had a reason to stand on the top of a mountain that was more barren than hell. At this moment, Mo Hong felt as if she was supporting something......

"This world is not yours." The voice of indifference echoed in the heart. All at once, it was dark before his eyes. The voice that appeared in the cave came to his head in the second time

"......Who the hell are you?"

Mohong! , Mohong! The voice of the mentor woke him up from his dream. Shaking his body, he stood up. The eyes can't see, and the head looks like it's been pricked with a needle.

"Do you sleep soundly?" The mentor scoffed.

"I'm sorry." Mo Hong lowered her head.

"It seems that my class can't arouse your interest, so you must be able to do it."

"Mentor, Mo Hong is the wizard of our class, he will definitely be." "That's it, he's a wizard, a "wizard" who can't even send fireballs. ”

The ridicule of the classmates and the words of the instructor spread in the air. Mo Hong had long been numb to this situation. There is no good birth, but you can go to the same school as these nobles, and even have the same title. Obviously he doesn't have any strength, but he is with these people who are far beyond ordinary people in terms of talent and family, which makes his classmates extremely angry, and for them, Mo Hong's existence is a blasphemy against them.

"Since the classmates all say so, it's up to you to tell me why range xìng magic needs to be guided by a spellcaster, but single magic has no such limit." The tutor raised an eyebrow and asked deliberately.

“…… Sorry, I don't know. What could he do but answer him like this?

There was another round of malicious laughter. "Go and stand outside, you've really disgraced your adoptive father's face." Coldly throwing this sentence down, he resumed his lecture.

There was no barrier outside the classroom, and the cold wind blew wantonly. Mo Hong shrunk and stood outside. Godless Lookout Sky, many times he feels that he is so redundant. Mo Hong, who was immersed in sadness, recalled the dream she had just had, so ethereal, but so real. As he thought about it, he felt a pain in his right hand. Although it is not strong, it is also quite sad.

"Probably last night's bruise." Thinking like this, Mo Hong decided to ignore it.