The next day, the arena and the game entered a white-hot level.

The Shadow Leopard of the Summoning Academy was ignited, roaring in the same place as the various destructive movements of the Academy of Change.

The atmosphere of the whole stadium has reached its climax, and the spectators are cheering the names of the players and the tsunami.

Compared with the inhumane shamelessness of the first game, the subsequent games simply regained the students' confidence in football in one fell swoop.

The teamwork and offense and defense are remarkable, and the movement and aether power are the finishing touches, which greatly improve the visibility of the game.

The victory and defeat and the advantages of both sides have become ambiguous and disparity, even if they occupy a big advantage, they will be overturned by the opponent if they are not careful.

In just half an hour, all the players on the field had exhausted all their energy, and in the end they were almost carried off the field by the chantists for emergency treatment.

On the field, the victorious Glenn wiped the sweat from his forehead and enjoyed the cheers of victory with satisfaction.

Even Yegor's gloomy face, which had been in the past few days, relaxed a little, became satisfied, and nodded slightly.

The stigma of the School of Change has been washed away, and it has reaffirmed its irreplaceable position in frontal combat.

The next thing that needs to be done is to find out the guy who used despicable means to defeat James, and then talk about them back to their original form!

Glenn clenched his fist suddenly, and the phantom of the Flaming Claw behind him swept by, dissipating into the sky, bursting into a blinding firelight that caused a flash of exclamation in the audience.

His expression grew more and more triumphant, controlling the blazing heat to spread around him, blowing the char and ash away, and solidifying the ground again into a solid stone.

In the midst of the powerful etheric fluctuations, he looked coldly at the rest table of the music history department.

See?

This is the enemy you will have to face next. This is the power of the wrath that is kindled because of you......!

He was stunned for a moment: I wonder where something is not quite right!

It seems that no one is looking at them at all.

In that empty chair, a dog basks in the sun in boredom. His head slumped in the chair in the front row, and sticky saliva came from the corner of his mouth and landed on the rabbit-shaped pet in the front row.

The little rabbit was shivering in the chair, and was held down by the paws of the old man, unable to move. It is rubbed around like a toy. I don't have time to pay attention to what is happening on the field.

Charles's slut was looking at the hot schoolgirl in the audience across from him with a telescope, his expression constantly changing. The more obscene it becomes.

Brother Stool has disappeared without a trace, and he doesn't know what to do. As for Ye Qingxuan...... What is that guy doing?

Glenn looked at it for a long time with a pale face, and realized that his behavior of showing off his muscles just now was completely showing off to the blind.

That guy, in broad daylight, in this noisy arena, was actually sleeping in the sun?

On the rest table of the music history department, Ye Qingxuan collapsed on the chair and fell asleep with his head back. The mouth was wide open, and the snoring was loud. It's like a patient with advanced tuberculosis, sleeping in such a noisy environment until he can't take care of himself.

Even Bai Xi said that he was in a strange posture of meditating in meditation and clasping his hands together.

Now, Bai Xi is holding a pen in his hand, engrossed in drawing a little turtle on his face, and next to him there is a small rabbit, a little alpaca and a little fox on his forehead.

Noticing Glenn's gaze, she turned back. Looking at the ugly student in bewilderment, he quickly understood something. Waving his hand, motioning for Glenn to wait.

Then, bending down and after tinkering for a while, he raised Ye Qingxuan's stiff arm.

On that arm, four fingers were curled up by her. An incomparably upright middle finger waives in the wind.

"Look at the!"

Bai Xi looked at him defiantly, and the arrogance and contempt on his little face could almost make people explode in anger.

Soon, she no longer looked at the angry Glenn, but lowered her head and continued to prank Ye Qingxuan.

It's just that for some reason, the pattern that has just been drawn. It was quickly washed away by sweat and became a blur, and it looked extremely ugly and weird.

In just a few minutes, Ye Qingxuan was covered in a layer of sweat.

Bai Xi frowned, took out a piece of paper and touched it casually, and looked back at Charles: "He's sweating again, should we wake him up?"

"Oh, the sun is shining, maybe it's a little hot, right?"

Xia Er glanced at him, casually biu~ a frost ray on Ye Qingxuan's seat, and then looked at the sweat frost and freeze on Ye Qingxuan's face, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Look, he's supposed to be cooler now, right?"

Chill it down?

Ye Qingxuan is not just a little cooler now, he is almost cool to the bone.

The wind whistled in thumb-sized snowflakes, the snowflakes collided with each other in the air, shattered into powder, and the powder fell into Ye Qingxuan's pupils, gradually melting, turning into tears flowing out of the corners of his eyes and freezing in the frost on his cheeks.

He lifted his eyes and saw nothing but darkness in the heavens and the earth.

Endless wind and snow are blowing in your face.

In the snow and ice under my feet, my feet were numb. Every time you step into the snow, it's like stepping on a pointed cone.

Only then can you feel that life is burning like a flame.

But in this cold world, the flame is like a candle in the wind, shaking and extinguishing. With each breath, the flames escaped from the mouth and nose, turning into ethereal heat that dissipated without a trace.

Gradually, gradually, frozen in this endless blizzard by frost.

Ye Qingxuan could almost hear the sound of condensation.

It was the sound of my own eyeballs icing.

He looked up and looked through the heavy white snow to the sky.

Between this gloomy heaven and earth, in the endless storm, not an inch of light is spilled.

But on the sky, there are three suns hanging clearly.

The three suns seemed to be burning vigorously, releasing a thousand rays of intense light. But the light never shone above his head, nor did he care for him.

They just stood in the distance, watching the land dive in the snow and ice.

"That's not your sun. ”

In the shrill wind, there was a hoarse voice, like a resentment that lingered in this storm for thousands of years.

"Go find ......"

"Go find it......"

"To find your ...... The sun!"

Ye Qingxuan used his last strength. Taking a step, I felt a softness under my feet, and then I saw the ground rushing towards me.

Boom.

He fell into the snow and felt himself suffocating. Before suffocating, it froze into a cold corpse.

In an instant, he woke up from his nightmare. I felt the warm glow of the fire.

The blizzard was held out of the cavern, and the warm light of the fire soothed him, waking him up from the frozen dream he had just had.

But his expression was not happy, he just looked at the dancing fire in front of him in a daze.

The nightmare has started again.

He struggled to get to his feet.

It's time to leave-

This seemingly warm glow of fire only leads to death.

After a while, the blizzard will get bigger and bigger, completely closing his way out, and the fire will eventually burn out.

to the end. He could only be trapped in this cave, freezing to death little by little.

And now, Ye Qingxuan stared at the vigorous fire in silence, and after a long time, he mustered up the courage, stretched his palm into the flames, grabbed something, and pulled it out suddenly.

Rumble~

The flames trembled. It dimmed and faded away. Turned into a pile of ashes.

And in Ye Qingxuan's hands, he dragged a burned corpse beyond recognition. Dragged out of the flames, the original features can be vaguely distinguished.

Height, bones, and a patch of gray hair that didn't burn out.

"This can't be the corpse I froze to death last time, right?"

Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized, but he didn't have any joy at all: "Relying on burning his own body to keep warm, is this nightmare already cold to this extent?"

He took one last look at the corpse in front of him. Shoved it into the extinguished fire, turned and walked out of the cave.

Beyond the caves, in the endless blizzard, is a dark world.

"And I saw three suns in the sky......"

In the swept frost wind. A hoarse voice sang: "I stare at them, and they stare at me as if they don't want to leave."

False sun, false sun......"

In the oncoming frost, Ye Qingxuan walked barefoot on the snowfield, and sometimes he would turn back and look behind him, and the place behind him was still shining with warm light.

It was like beckoning him to go back.

He suddenly became frightened, turned around, and strode wildly, getting farther and farther away from the firelight. Gradually, that little illusion of fire dissipated in the blizzard.

Endless wind and snow overwhelmed him.

The storm between heaven and earth howled, echoing with the voice of loneliness.

This feeling is familiar, it seems to condense into substance, merge with frost and snow, and penetrate itself little by little from the outside in.

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, because of the memories that were evoked in his mind, and the memories were covered with dust.

"It was snowing so heavily that day, right?"

A voice whispered in his ear: "That day, you were so embarrassed, right?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, he stepped forward, ran in pain, like fleeing.

He's going to get out of here, run away, at least, away from that damn voice.

But the voice followed his tracks, whispering softly, whispering hoarsely, questioning resentfully, and yelling furiously.

Eventually, the sound shook the wind and snow, and the storm resonated with it. Icy voice.

He was roaring Ye Qingxuan's name, and his voice was like the sound of flames burning and wood breaking. It was like a call from the past, calling for him to return from the darkness.

So, the dark world was illuminated by the light of fire.

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped abruptly.

He saw the burning light, the light of the dilapidated wooden house set ablaze by the flames. The flame burned so vigorously that it was as if it would never be extinguished.

In the flames, the wooden house was collapsing, but a soft call could be heard from the collapsed wooden house.

"Shut up!"

He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, not daring to look again. But the call grew louder and louder, as if it was about to tear him apart.

In the freezing frost and storm, the voice reigned supreme, shaking the earth and the heavens, as if to tear himself apart.

It's calling its name.

The heavens and the earth were shaking, the world was in turmoil, and the voice seemed to be roaring in his ear.

"Ye Qingxuan!!"

He snapped open his eyes, sweating profusely, nearly bouncing off his seat.

It wasn't until now that he realized that it was Bai Xi shaking his shoulders. It was already afternoon, and she grabbed herself excitedly and woke herself out of her dream.

"Wake up, cousin, wake up!"

"What's wrong?"

He stared blankly at the joyful atmosphere around him, and sat back in his chair, gasping for breath.

After summoning Qing Shui and Ice Frost and wiping his face full of cold sweat, he took a breath and looked at Bai Xi:

"Hopefully that's good news, right?"

"You never know what's going on. ”

Bai Xi showed a strange smile, she picked up the disdainful old Fei on the ground, and shook it vigorously:

"-We're byes again!" (To be continued......)