"The Nangong family still protects you little guys too well~"

Evan Coleman looked at the few people looking around with emotion, this is why there is a magic academy, even after a thousand years, he still admires the master who founded the magic academy.

Today's relatively peaceful human world has made people's lives much more comfortable, but it is this comfort that will lead to the tragedy more than 600 years ago.

It should be said that the number of demons is less than one-third of that of the human race, but why was there a one-sided situation in the early stage of the war?

It's because the overly comfortable life at that time made people lack the most important practical experience, and the low-level demons are a group of monsters who have no thoughts and only know how to fight.

Although the demons were successfully expelled under the leadership of that lord, those who were unfortunately killed in the war have not returned.

This tragic war alerted everyone that if they continued to be so comfortable, sooner or later the Terrans would come to an end.

However, this kind of vigilance has been smoothed out by time again in the past few hundred years, and now as long as it is a family with a little bit of assets, it has become a norm to overprotect the juniors, especially the ones with superior talents.

The juniors have no experience in going out alone, and the people they come into contact with are limited to a few good families, which is by no means a good phenomenon.

It is precisely because of the current situation that the meaning of the existence of the Academy of Magic is particularly important, and only by bringing these hopes for the future together, honing each other, and making progress together, can we create a brighter future.

Evan Coleman thought all the way, and only when a few people came to the teleportation array did he retract his thoughts.

Qian Qian looked at the huge teleportation array in front of him, and finally distinguished the past life from the present life, after all, there was no such fantasy thing in the previous life.

However, in addition to them, there are also many people waiting in line here, and among them, Qianqiao also saw two acquaintances.

"Thousand buckwheat~"

As a slightly charming voice sounded, a beautiful black figure quickly rushed towards Qianqiao.

"Ahh

"Sister, be careful!"

As soon as Erika pounced, she was bounced back by a spiritual force, and because she was defenseless before, her body flew backwards by inertia, but fortunately someone followed behind her, so that she could avoid the tragic end of falling to the ground.

"Who is it? dare to attack the old lady in broad daylight!"

Shaking off the support of the people behind her, Erica pinched her waist with both hands and yelled at the people around her.

“......”

However, except for attracting a few people's side eyes, no one responded to her.

"Ahem, it might have been my magic weapon just now..."

Qian Qian glanced at the third uncle standing beside her vaguely, although she didn't see who did it, but she could do it so silently, and she could easily knock Aunt Erica away in the middle of the Yuan Infant, except for the one next to her, she really couldn't think of anyone else.

In desperation, Qianqiao could only cough and take the blame for the third uncle.

"Poof!"

Obviously, in addition to Qianqiao, there is another person here who knows the truth, he is Evan Coleman who witnessed the whole process, he didn't expect this little girl to compare Nangong Wenqing to a protective magic weapon, and he couldn't help laughing for a while, which attracted several people around him to look sideways.

Qian Qian glanced sideways at Mr. Coleman, who was smiling a little hard, and pouted secretly.