"Haha, Sivi, I've won the championship!" Charlotte, who had just escaped the crowd of admirers and supporters, rushed into Sivi's lab and gave him a warm hug.

Feeling the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, Xiwei was not too excited, he was not a simple fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with his aesthetics of a thirty-fifth century AD, although the people here are all natural, but there are too many flaws.

You must know that the peerless beauty under the aesthetics of the 35th century AD is not allowed to have even a flaw in one cell on the whole body.

"Very good, your efforts have paid off!I think that's exactly what we're after!" Syvi patted Charlotte on the shoulder encouragingly, then let go of her embrace.

"Sorry, I'm so glad I didn't notice you're here too, honey, let's hug one too!" Charlotte was a little disappointed, but she quickly adjusted, and she quickly hugged Meryl on the side.

"I heard that Faawi and the others are going to throw you a celebration party, you can hurry up!" Meryl turned her head a little unhappily.

"Aren't you two going together? we haven't had a party since the last time you were promoted to a high-level magic apprentice! I cordially invite you to join in this celebration!" Charlotte asked, a little puzzled.

"Meryl and I are doing some new discussions on meditation, and I want to ......" Sivi spread her hands and shrugged.

"Honey, come with me, please!" Charlotte saw that the situation was not right, and quickly hugged Meryl and shook it.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, the party isn't as fun as magic!" Meryl replied coolly, ignoring Charlotte's coquettishness.

Looking at the two of them with a firm attitude, Charlotte bit her silver teeth and stomped her foot fiercely: "Damn magic, this party is gone! I'll be here tonight, see if you can explore meditation into a flower!"

Sivi and Meryl laughed in unison, and the atmosphere in the whole room instantly became very relaxed.

"Charlotte, go and inform those who are destined to be disappointed first!" Sivi smiled and watched Charlotte walk out the door, and then said solemnly to Meryl: "I have a new idea for meditation, but I don't know if it's right, I want you to experience it, I don't know if you want to?"

"No problem!" Meryl replied without hesitation.

"In this process, my consciousness will enter the heart lake, you need to completely let go of your resistance to me, completely trust me, if you can't do it, I can't enter your heart lake!"

Sivi came up with the crux of this idea.

Meryl bowed her head slightly, not responding.

In fact, it's a very big challenge. In the 35th century, as long as people have money to do genetic adjustment, all of them are handsome guys and beauties, and everyone can have free and casual physical contact and vent their desires, but there are not many couples who can open their hearts to communicate, not to mention complete unreserved acceptance and trust.

And Sivi is undoubtedly a lonely explorer on the path of magic, he has no teacher and guide, although he has already done experiments with himself, but whether it can be promoted, whether it can be applied to everyone, and what role it can play, these need someone to cooperate with the experiment.

This experiment is full of danger and a challenge for both people involved in the experiment.

At this moment, the only student that Sivi can rely on is Meryl.

"I, I can do it!" Sivi didn't wait long, Meryl replied softly, like a mosquito humming.

Zero was still asleep, and in the dim light, Sivi didn't notice Meryl's little face, which looked like a ripe red apple.

"Good! sit in front of me! turn your back to me! try to meditate!" Sivi put her hands lightly on Meryl's thin shoulders and began to guide.

With Meryl's solid foundation, there was no difficulty for her to enter the meditation state by herself, but Sivi's guidance was a key prerequisite for him to enter Meryl's heart lake, and with his current magical strength, if Meryl resisted even the slightest, he would not be able to enter there.

To Sivi's delight, Meryl's consciousness quickly sank into the lake of her heart and she completely entered a meditative state amid his guidance.

Meryl's Heart Lake, as she says it, is a rainy green meadow.

Meryl sat alone in the middle of the meadow, but this time she was no longer fully immersed in her own world with her head bowed as usual, she looked around, her face expectant, expecting someone to come.

Sivi adjusted his spirit, as if the "soul out of body" described in Xiuxian's novel, his consciousness slowly rose from his heart lake, close to Meryl's heart lake not far away. And this ability was also obtained after he had been refined at the soul level last night.

Soon, Sivi's consciousness reached the edge of Meryl's heart lake, he tried to get closer, only felt a little bit of weak resistance, and before Sivi could exert his strength, this little bit of resistance disappeared, and Sivi easily entered Meryl's heart lake.

Meryl in the Heart Lake looked younger, only about seven or eight years old, dressed in cute children's clothes, like a large doll. Sivi, on the other hand, is more mature, looking to be about twenty or thirty years old, and the two stand together more like a father and daughter.

"I'm in, Meryl!" Sivi said with consciousness to the little girl in front of her.

"You're the first guest here!" Meryl said with some pride.

Sylvie gently took her soft little hand, "Are you ready for a great adventure with me?"

As soon as Meryl was pulled by Sivi, she felt a sense of relief, as if this world was so big that there was nothing to be afraid of, she nodded vigorously and smiled slightly.

"That's good, let me start this wonderful journey!" With Sivi's shout, the next moment, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed, and chaos and darkness, wind and waves, and the vast sea reappeared.

This time, however, Meryl does not appear on the boat, and she finds herself transformed into a black petrel.

"On the vast sea, the wind swept the dark clouds, and between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrels flew like black lightning, proudly!"

Sivi's voice recited aloud like an extraterrestrial voice, and Meryl's incarnate petrel, as described in this poem, soared through the wind and the sea!

"One moment its wings touched the waves, the next it shot straight into the clouds, and it cried out, and in this brave cry the clouds heard joy. ”

"In this shout is filled with the longing for the storm! In this shout the clouds hear the power of fury, the flame of passion, and the confidence of victory!"

"The seagulls moaned before the storm came, and they ran over the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea. ”

"The sea ducks are also moaning,--they sea ducks, they cannot enjoy the joy of life's battles: they are frightened by the rumbling thunder. ”

"Stupid penguin, timidly hiding his fat body under a cliff...... Only the haughty petrel, bravely, and freely, flies on the foaming sea!"

"The clouds grew darker and lower, and pressed down toward the sea, and the waves sang and rushed high into the air to meet the thunder. ”

"Thunder roared. The waves cried out in angry droplets, contending with the wind. Look, the wind is clinging to the waves. Viciously threw them onto the cliff, smashing the chunks of emerald into dust and splinters. ”

"The petrel cried and flew, like black lightning, through the clouds like arrows, and its wings swept the droplets of the waves. ”

"Behold, she is flying like an elf, a haughty, black stormy elf—she is laughing, and she is shouting...... She laughed at the clouds, and it cried out of joy!"

"This sensitive elf—she had long heard the sleepiness from the wrath of the thunder, and she was convinced that the clouds could not hide the sun,—yes, they could not!"

"The wind roars...... Thunder roared......"

"Piles of dark clouds, like cyan flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the bolts of lightning and extinguished them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, like fiery snakes, swam in the sea and disappeared in a flash. ”

"The storm! The storm is coming!"

"This is the brave petrel, flying proudly in the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, and this is the prophet of victory crying out:

- Let the storm come harder!"