"What, all of a sudden, so numb. Seniors, it's not your turn to protect as a first-grader. ”

Otilia snorted dissatisfied, raised her hand and knocked on the door of Yumeng's head.

"And this semester, I'll apply for the promotion of junior elementals, so you can hide behind us with peace of mind."

After speaking, as if still resentful, Otilia tugged at the girl's cheek again.

"Alright, Ollie, it's almost all about making a fuss. Get down from Yumeng and sit down, and next, I'll tell you everything I know. ”

After Antoneva let the two girls fight for a while, he smiled lightly and dissuaded him, and then turned pale and looked at the two who were sitting down obediently.

"However, first of all, you must swear by your most important existence, and before you have the strength of the spirit, forget about the matter of the Philosopher's Stone, and do not take the initiative to touch and investigate. Otherwise......" Antoneva paused and said in a cold voice, "I would rather have you lie in the hospital for a year now than die in vain." ”

"I promise! But Lord Neva, you can't do these dangerous things alone until then. ”

"I swear too! I agree with what Ollie said, what's the matter, the three of you can face it together? ”

After both Yumeng and Otilia solemnly swore an oath, they looked at Antonieva in unison.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Stare at~

The two did not speak, but simply shook their sworn hands in front of Antoneva.

Stare at~

"Okay, okay, I see. Until everyone has become a spirit person, I will no longer go to the Survey Corps to go out on field duty and privately investigate the Philosopher's Stone. What do you think? Antoneva shook her head helplessly, raised her right hand and swore in the same way.

"Still." Antoneva changed his words, raised two fingers, and added earnestly, "For a period of two years, that is, at the latest when you graduate from the second year of Yumeng, whether you are promoted to a spirit or not. I'm going to start working on this again. ”

"Don't worry, it won't take that long."

Yu Meng closed his eyes and felt the spiritual power surging in his body, as well as the powerful potential that was sleeping in the depths of his soul, and confidently pressed his knuckles, "A year at most, it's enough." ”

Although there has always been some resistance to the name Salted Fish Spike, I have to admit that if the trigger conditions of this spiritual skill can be accurately summarized, the effect of ignoring all defenses and directly breaking the method can be regarded as the strongest magic skill in Xia Ke.

Moreover, if you don't consider controllability, it is not impossible to use the wisdom blessing of the three gods that can destroy the high-level test ground as a final trump card.

"Then I only need half a year to take the qualifying exam!"

Not to be outdone, Otilia said that she had been interrupted by Youmeng several times in a row, coupled with the hearty battle at the school gate before, she could feel that the barrier between her and the spiritual power of heaven and earth had been loosened.

However, compared to the optimistic confidence on the faces of Otilia and Yumeng, Antoneva's face became more and more solemn.

"You guys are underestimating the Philosopher's Stone." Antoneva said in a deep voice, "The Philosopher's Stone is not as harmless as a simple spiritual power amplifier or a life-saving elixir as in the textbooks. ”

"That's ......" Antoneva's eyes flashed through a look of self-deprecating pain as his slender left hand raised and gripped the necklace around his white neck, "whitewashed by the name of a sage, the epitome of hell." ”

In the living room, I don't know where the coldness came from.

The hair on his sideburns fluttered restlessly, and his cheeks seemed to be slashed by a piercing skate.

"Ollie?"

Youmeng's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she was about to speak, but she found that Ollie in front of her was also trembling slightly.

"Yan Ling: Mirror World!"

Antoneva's whisper came from ahead, a melodious voice that was so cold that it didn't seem like a human.

A crack appeared in the air in front of Youmeng's eyes with the sound.

The world began to crumble and reshape.

Numerous folded mirrors divide the living room into two neatly identical sides.

Oh no, not only in the living room, Yumeng raised her head and looked out.

The mirror world folds and wraps the entire small building inside, and the insects outside the window, the faint traffic on the street, and even the gradual sunlight that is obscured by the clouds from time to time, freeze in an instant.

In the silence of the space, only the slightest breathing and the sound of a heartbeat remained.

"Liberation."

Antoneva took a deep look at Otilia and Yumo, clasped her hands to her chest, and softly spat out the last two words.

The invisible spiritual power condensed into a little bit of stars, gathering around the chestnut-haired girl.

Layer by layer, the spiritual pressure slowly swirled and spread, and the wooden floor was crushed into strands of debris and flew into the air.

The viscous and rich spiritual power oppressed the air and gradually became distorted, and from time to time flashed a ray of fire containing terrifying power.

The next moment, a wail that seemed to be in hell pierced Youmeng's eardrums.

Hundreds of shallow shadows swirled around Antonieva, and the intense fear and anger almost instantly shattered Yumeng's consciousness.

The body had lost consciousness for the first time, and it couldn't even tremble, and it was almost forgotten how to breathe with its mouth slightly open.

"That's it for today."

Antoneva's heavenly voice sounded at the right time, pulling Yumeng back from the edge of the abyss of consciousness collapse, and all the coercion and wails disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Everything was as if it were just a dream.

"Ha, ha, ......"

Otilia and Yumeng barely propped themselves on the couch and gasped violently like drowning fish, every inch of their body muscles could not stop trembling violently, and even their souls seemed to be frostbitten by the endless cold, huddled in the corner and shivered.

A flash of distress flashed in her eyes, and Antoneva moved a little closer, holding Otilia and Yumo with both hands, respectively.

"Speech: Recovery."

The soft warm current flowed down the fingertips into the girls' bodies, and the fear and chill melted little by little, and the stiff bodies of the two slowly eased.

"Hoo ......"

Relieved, Antoneva shook her hair, took off her necklace and ripped off her black scarf. With both hands groping on his chest, he unbuttoned the white college uniform on his upper body and slowly removed his shirt.

The long supple chestnut hair casually poured over the shoulders, and the white and immaculate shoulders shone with a faint red pink.

Antonieva hesitated slightly, bit her lip, which was barely bloody, and trembled to lower her arms that stood in front of her chest.

A slightly conservative white bodice, topped by a delicate collarbone that was deeply dented, and—in the middle of the chest, a fragment of a gemstone the size of a grain of rice, shimmering red.

"This is the so-called Philosopher's Stone—a hellish crystallization condensed at the cost of countless desperate dead souls in a peculiar point formed by the erosion of large space-time. That's the fundamental reason why I was adopted by that adult. ”