Chapter 297: Wizard Competition

Unhappy all day long? Depressed?

Qing'er lived such a life until she died.

I hate, I hate why I didn't have the courage to take a look at her in the first place.

Maybe Qing'er has been waiting for him, waiting for him to take her away, but he has never appeared......

"Child, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you mother and son" Dark Moon's cheeks slid down tears again, heartache, the pain of not being able to breathe.

It was he who was too cowardly, he was too selfish in love, he thought she had changed her mind, and he should give her a chance to explain, instead of playing with her when he learned that she was going to marry another man.

If he hadn't disappeared in the first place, but had stayed by her side, maybe things would have ended differently.

The wound on his neck was still gushing with blood, Xin's face was getting paler and paler, and he had just learned the truth about his life, which hit him really hard, he looked at Dark Moon, and Dark Moon's figure became more and more blurred in his eyes.

Shin's body shook a few times, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body collapsed limply on the bed.

"Child, child, how are you? How are you? The night rushed up in a hurry, probing the letter's physical condition.

His anxiety, his worries, his love, were piled up on his face, on that otherwise cold and unforgiving face.

At the door of the dormitory, there was a white shadow, and he looked at this qiē coldly, it turned out that his coldness was not innate.

It turned out that he could call his children children, instead of just calling them by their first names.

It turned out that he could be so concerned about his child's injuries instead of coldly sending a veterinarian to do so.

It turned out that his cold face could have such a loving expression, the same kind of love that humans have for their own children.

He turned to leave, with bitterness, and fell away.

Middle East continent

Just like a year ago, Middle East City is boiling again, and they have the triennial Wizard's Tournament, the Wizard's Contest, which will be held just three months later.

Limited to young people under the age of twenty, it is also known as the Middle East Continent Young Magician Competition, and the prize is a volume of Ninth Order Primary Magic Secret Book.

Although the ninth-order primary magic secret book is only a beginner, it is already an extremely rare magic secret book in the world, and only the magician union in Middle East City can throw out such a big stroke.

The Wizards' Guild in Middle East City can be described as a large gathering of □□ from all the Middle East continents.

Although ninth-order magic is rare, it is not impossible to get it, if there is no good thing as a prize, how can it reflect the strength of this magician general union?

"Long Jun, the Mo clan has also received an invitation, I know that you are also a magician, if you want to participate, I can recommend it for you." Mo Li glanced at Long Yan and said to Long Jun.

Long Yan sat idly by the window, admiring the falling flowers outside the window, glaring at Mo Li from time to time, signaling him to pay attention to the distance and not to get too close to his Long Jun.

In this regard, Mo Li is also helpless, Long Yan was like this in the past, and now Long Yan, whose appearance has changed greatly, is still like this......

"Ninth Order Magic Secret Archive?" Long Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Li.

Mo Li nodded, Long Jun clapped his hand, and said with a smile: "Then it's up to you, I'll participate"

For a magician, the ninth-order magic is already the pinnacle of existence, and when he hears the ninth-order magic, that magician won't be moved?

Mo Li nodded, and said, "Long Jun, what level of magician are you now?" ”

Long Jun shrugged: "Eighth order"

Eighth Order?? She turned out to be an eighth-order magician, and while being a high-level alchemist, she turned out to be an eighth-order magician?? (Continued tomorrow)

Eight more ha, I wanted to compensate for ten more, but today is too cold, my hand is about to be cold, and tomorrow I will compensate for seven more.