The student's rank in the academy determines the student's status in the academy, and the higher the status, the more privileges there are accordingly. From the fifth level onwards, students can have their own dormitory somewhere within the academy.

Both Kite and Obsidian have such privileges, but since they are twins, they have been living in the same dormitory.

When Kite returned to the dormitory, it was very quiet.

On the entrance, Obsidian's shoes were placed neatly, which is really rare, Obsidian is not a person who has the habit of tidying up his shoes, he just kicks his shoes and leaves or walks into the dormitory directly.

However, Kite was not in the mood to care about these at the moment, less than Obsidian sorting out his shoes, Kite hurriedly changed his shoes, let the two shoes be placed on the entrance one after the other, and walked straight to his room.

Kite's room is not as noble as his own, on the contrary, the layout of Kite's room is very simple. Beds, tables and chairs, bookcases and some other cabinets, without the slightest decoration this room looks very monotonous.

The white sheets and translucent screens are faintly scented with fireflies, which adds a touch of flatness and intimacy to the air in this room.

The window opened, and the moon finally peeked out of the clouds, and the silver-white moonlight sprinkled on the glass bottle on the windowsill, reflecting a cool glow. In the glass jar are long strips of curly plants, the stems of which are submerged in water, and the growth status is not clear. Under the moonlight, you can clearly see that the water in the glass bottle is pale blue, and there seem to be small but numerous whirlpools in the water.

Kite stood by the window and placed the bloodstained ball of thorns in the moonlight. The white ball of thorns contrasted with the cold moonlight, but the reddish-brown color on the spikes was particularly eye-catching.

After staring at the thorn ball for a long time, Kite lowered his eyes and put the thorn ball back in his palm.

The moonlit ball of thorns did not change in any way, did not grow in size, and the hard thorns did not soften. Kite pinched the thorn ball to his fingertips and looked at the plants planted in the water bottle by the window.

Why hasn't there been any change? Obviously the others have already been ......

Kite's eyes suddenly darkened, he let go of his hand, and looked at his fingertips with a low gaze, only to see a bright red and full blood bead from his finger, and the spikes of the white thorn ball were a touch of fresh red.

The pricked fingertips were heating slightly, and the kite pursed her lips, looking at the little red of her fingertips, the silver-white pupils with a dignified and clear gaze rarely showed a little confusion. He took out a tissue from the cabinet next to him, dipped it in water, and carefully wiped the blood-stained thorn ball, and the blood beads on his fingertips also dissolved the moment they touched the tissue, and a faint color of blood spread from the tissue.

Once the blood on the thorn ball was cleaned up, Kite once again put the thorn ball in the palm of his hand, and this time, he felt an unusual temperature from the thorn ball. His eyes lit up and he put his hand in the moonlight.

The temperature of the thorn ball continued to rise, and after about five seconds, under the moonlight, the snow-white thorn ball, the water-absorbing sponge, slowly expanded, and the snow-white color on its surface gradually transitioned to blue, and the spikes on it quickly softened and stretched, curling and intertwining.

In an instant, the plant lying in the kite's hand took on a different look.