Chapter Forty-Eight: No Road Race, No Road Race
At the entrance to the rainforest, two teenagers stood side by side.
"Do you want to go in?" Ge Sheng asked.
"That's nature." Ye Qing squinted, took Ge Sheng's hand and dragged him into the green field.
It's hot!
As soon as he stepped in, Ge Sheng felt a feeling of dampness and heat that seemed to be sticking to his body, as if layers of viscous water mist were wrapped around his body and could not be taken away.
Although it was summer in Orchid Leaf, the empire called Orchid Leaf was located at high latitudes, and the summer was not hot.
However, at this moment, the compelling heat mixed with the humid water vapor made Ge Sheng feel a strange feeling of being in a steamer.
Ge Sheng had never experienced such a feeling.
It's almost insanely hot.
"Light light." Ye Qing's clear voice sounded, and it disappeared with a faint blue light.
Ge Sheng turned around, but saw that the girl was holding a water system magic seal with a smile, muttering a few characters in her mouth, and a water-blue light gushed out to wrap the two people.
It was a cold air current, which instantly wrapped them in a separate air flow circulation.
"It's not bad, I figured out a little trick to cool down, but I didn't expect it to be used here." Ye Qing spit out his tongue slightly and smiled proudly.
"Light light?" Ge Sheng looked at the blue air flow lingering around him, couldn't help but stroke his forehead, and looked at Ye Qing's expression to praise me: "You still like to do this kind of little magic to improve your life so much." ”
"Because it's more practical!" Her Royal Highness nodded in confirmation.
The roads in this forest were slippery and muddy, but there were man-made stone paths that led visitors deeper into the forest.
All the trees and animals in this forest Ge Sheng and Ye Qing have never heard of, they have never seen it, they can't help but be surprised, every time they stop along the way, looking forward to nostalgia, there are palm-sized blue butterflies fluttering, flying in front of the two, so that Ye Qing can't help but scream in surprise, and even the white cat in his arms raised his head and meowed with interest.
"Meow~~" The long cat meow has not stopped, but someone can be heard responding leisurely in the depths of the forest.
"I never expected that a hundred years later, I would see Fengying again, which is really fortunate."
Girl.
An indifferent and elegant female voice.
Her voice sounded like a moonlit spring, causing the listener to lose their minds for a moment.
Ge Sheng had the sharpest senses, and looked up at where the sound came from.
I saw a wide and fluffy white robe standing quietly on a treetop that was only the thickness of a finger.
The man seemed weightless, and she stood there, not even bending the treetops.
"Huh." The man was slightly surprised: "Student? There is no archery class today, so please come back. ”
Qingge and the others didn't answer, only the white cat meowed lazily.
"I see." The woman actually got the information she wanted from this meow, and jumped down from the treetops lightly, like a feather floating to the ground, and stood in front of the two: "Since it is Xiao's old man, then you might as well travel here with me to make the landlord as good as possible." ”
Ye Qing stiffly moved his gaze: "May I ask if you are the archery teacher Ai Enlu?" ”
Why didn't the two of them answer each other's questions, why did Ye Qing look away again.
That's because the beauty of this woman who appeared suddenly was actually above His Royal Highness Xiaohe.
Although His Royal Highness is already very beautiful in terms of appearance, after all, he is still young, and his eyebrows have not yet completely turned green, so he is not as beautiful as Xiao.
And Xiao's posture and charm all stay at the age of eighteen, when a woman is the most beautiful, she is originally impeccable, and she should be regarded as the most beautiful person in the world.
But for some unknown reason, the saint Ye Qing saw had a vaguely traceable sense of incompleteness in his spiritual temperament, which was not easy to detect in the past, but the woman in front of him was perfect in terms of appearance, temperament and artistic conception, and she naturally made a judgment in comparison.
On the day he and Xiao first met, the two who were still children were in a daze for a long time, and now they are teenagers, and the other party is better than Xiao.
The white cat meowed again.
It was as if a wind chime sounded in the ears of the two of them, and they woke up in an instant.
The woman spoke in relief: "Down there is Ai Enlu, dare to ask the names of the two people." ”
Ge Sheng suddenly came back to his senses, and when he looked at her again, although he still felt beautiful and incomparable, he did not have the initial feeling of turning all beings upside down, and only then did he notice that she was carrying a simple silver longbow, her long blue and blue hair was untied and scattered over her shoulders, and her eyes were faint silver, which was not the most eye-catching.
She had long, pointed ears that almost poked out of her blue hairline.
Elves?
Ge Sheng recalled Lan Ye's legend about the elves: this elegant race worships the moon god, and they live in the extreme south continent with a beauty unmatched by any other race, and at the same time, they can easily live for more than a thousand years, they love nature, they are friends with all things, they advocate freedom and art, and their high magic skills and archery skills ensure that they can repel any intruder.
However, almost no one has ever seen them in person, and only sporadic accounts of the elves can be found in ancient texts.
Who would have thought that in the depths of Ye Ye Academy, there would be a living elf living there.
It's incredible.
Although such a tropical rainforest grows at this extremely high latitude, it is also a place worth complaining about.
"I'm Ge Qing, he's my brother, and his name is Ge Sheng." When Ge Sheng was in a daze, Ye Qing introduced quietly.
"Your surname is Ge?" Ai Enlu was quite interested: "Then why is there Ye Xuanyin's bloodline on his body?" ”
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In the martial arts hall.
The white storm had completely enveloped the president, but the people inside did not move, as if they had given up the fight.
Shi Feng frowned, then raised his hand again.
He threw a sudden punch into the void that was nothing.
It was a punch from a magician, so a punch pulled the will, not the current.
That's the will to attack.
So there were ice-blue arcs of light converging in streamlines towards the void.
"The day of the last snow." Qixia is like an excellent commentary.
"It turned out to be the day of the end of the snow, Shi Feng showed us his almost incredible magic talent, such a high-level water attack magic of the ninth rank, he silently sent as many as two in a row, such a magic attainment, I am afraid that among you present, there will be no more than three who can surpass him."
"It's noisy!" The light of the void was slightly distorted, and it was the light refracted by the extremely cold air currents of the last snow day.
Ao Xuehua suddenly appeared in the void, and then looked at the cold arc light coming at her with interest, and even shouted at Qixia above, and then she drew her sword.
It was an ordinary standard long sword, unbladed, just for practice.
At this moment, the head of the Burial Snow Club waved his long sword, and sword qi gushed out.
"Use a sword qi sharp enough to break the flow of ice and water." Ao Xuehua smiled slightly, and looked sideways at the ice boy: "Isn't it very appropriate, is it very powerful, I can see that it is just a fake body." ”
She spoke, and then the sword qi met the arc light.
Meet.
So there were ice-blue fireworks that burst into flames, then deflected off each other, and flew diagonally above the barrier above, causing slight ripples.
"So, let's use something awesome." Ao Xuehua looked at Shi Feng seriously: "Little things are useless to me. ”
Shi Feng nodded and began to chant.
"Nine Falling Ice." Qixia ate and said with a smile above: "Don't skip the level, the Nine Falling Xuanbing is within the fifteenth level." ”
"That's why you're arguing." Ao Xuehua watched Shi Feng chant indifferently, raised her head and complained coldly to Qixia.
(No road race, no road race.)
As a tribute to Xana.
Although the prototype of the president is a little closer to Sister Cannon, I prefer how Xana is broken. )
(End of chapter)