In early summer, the air is a little warm, and the ancient acacia and weeping willows on the roadside spit out the greenery that has been brewing for a winter, enveloping the small shops on both sides of the street. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The streets of Four Seasons Square are paved with long cyan boulders, which are smooth and clean.

In the old days, the streets were filled with tourists, and mischievous tree sperms often dragged the slender branches of the weeping willows on swings, jumped from the top of one guest's head to another, and occasionally dropped some knick-kknacks tossed with willow locust leaves.

And now, all the tree spirits hid in their hollows and shivered, watching in horror as the trunks trembled to the sound of thunder and thunder.

Under the trees, on the streets.

The pig demon opened four stubby fat hooves and ran wildly on the bluestone road, making a rapid clattering sound.

It seems that the rain hits the plantain, and the pig falls on the jade plate.

The three runes that floated out before Thomas's spell turned into wisps of extremely fine breath with his incantation, merging into the ocean-like air between heaven and earth.

The tree spirits hid themselves a little deeper in the hollow.

They had a premonition that something terrifying was circling.

Zheng Qing's eyes widened.

He felt anger in the air.

Every breath blew up its own gas.

The person who breathes the air is numb and crispy.

Thomas stood in front of Zheng Qing and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity.

A low thunderclap rumbled.

The voice is dull and long.

It seems to be far away in the sky.

He turned his head and smiled at Zheng Qing.

"Cover your ears!" he shouted.

Zheng Qing opened his mouth and covered his ears, wanting to say something.

But his voice was drowned out.

The sound of popping beans exploded in his ears, and it was incessant, drowning out all the noise.

The angry air seemed to have finally found an outlet, roaring and roaring unscrupulously.

The whole world was drowned in endless trembling.

Although his ears were blocked, Zheng Qing still felt that his whole body was buzzing.

He struggled to keep his eyes open and saw the rolling thunder smash down on the boar demon.

Exploding.

The boar demon, whose fangs had pierced through the light curtain, howled and rolled miserably.

Pieces of flesh and blood rolled down from it.

Leave a brutal trail on the bluestone road.

The air is filled with the freshness of ozone and the aroma of barbecue.

But Zheng Qing only had a desire to vomit.

Long.

Thunder pauses.

The air has also returned to its usual warmth and peace.

The tree spirits relaxed their huddled bodies in the hollow, but they still didn't dare to go out.

Zheng Qing rubbed his face, opened his mouth, looked at the bloody pig demon not far away, and shouted to Thomas, "Are you dead!"

His ears were still ringing, he didn't shout, he didn't even know what he was saying.

Thomas also shouted at him: "I should just faint! This level of massage can't kill it." ”

"This level!" Zheng Qing shouted a little angrily: "This spell exploded on the two of us just a few meters!

"It's a personal attack! you will be deducted from school points!" Thomas grinned.

Before entering the school, Zheng Qing already deeply felt the uninhibited style of the Star Academy.

He is very glad now that he didn't walk into the examination room of the Star Academy in his dream.

A few hours ago, the serious and reliable image that Thomas had worked so hard to create was completely bankrupt after this rushing thunder.

"Would you like to go over and have a look!" asked Thomas.

"I'm going to wait for my meditation talisman to fall first!" Zheng Qing tilted his head and stared blankly into the air.

The thunder was angry just now, and he was nervous for a moment, and threw away the few meditation talismans he was holding in his hand.

Several of them turned to ashes in the furious thunder.

Two more drifted high under the wind current, and escaped a catastrophe.

Now the two talismans are circling, ready to land.

Zheng Qing decided to wait for them.

Ever since he found out that he was a destitute wizard, he began to make calculations.

In Yun Xiangyi, he heard some students who bought clothes mention that there is a flea market in the school, and some experimental supplies can be exchanged for talismans, potions, and array plates.

It made his heart pound.

I have accumulated a box of written talismans under my bed, maybe I can change a lot of things by turning it upside down!

He jumped to his feet, grabbed a piece of floating low rune paper, and stuffed it into his ash bag.

Another rune paper was swept by his pulsating air current, drifting farther away.

Zheng Qing took a breath, raised his head, stared at the rune paper, and followed.

Next to him, Thomas was holding the law book in one hand and a quill in the other, and was writing the law book.

He glanced at Zheng Qing and advised, "Don't run too far." When I'm done copying the mantra, we'll go back. ”

Zheng Qing agreed, followed the rune paper, and walked towards the middle of the street.

There are still very few pedestrians on the streets.

The elves wandering in the weeping willows of the ancient acacia on the left and right also hid in their tree holes for refuge.

The sound of tapping and stomping footsteps is particularly clear on the bluestone pavement.

Zheng Qing stopped.

The yellow rune paper floated above the boar demon's bloody body.

The large wound at the mouth of the bowl was all over its body, and the wound was charred black, and a few small electric sparks burst out from time to time.

The three heavy folds on its neck were completely gone, revealing its hideous sockets and palate.

The originally white fangs were branded with black marks, and the sharp tips of the teeth were smashed by rolling thunder, revealing bloodshot stubble.

Zheng Qing carefully kicked its curled hooves.

The pig demon did not move.

Kicked it in the belly again.

A wave of flesh rippled.

The pig demon was still lying stiff on the ground, his eyes closed.

So he raised his head in reassurance, looking for his rune paper.

The breath between heaven and earth has stabilized, and the weak rune paper has been floating in the air for a long time, and it is weak after all.

Zheng Qing watched happily as it got closer and closer to his hand.

Then he heard a burst of heavy breathing.

A bad thought came to mind.

He held his breath, rolled his eyes, and looked down cautiously.

A pair of small scarlet eyes.

Hunger, thirst, brutality, confusion.

Time seems to stand still in this moment.

Around the corner, Thomas had just finished copying a spell. He put away the law book and looked up to find Zheng Qing's figure.

There are no pedestrians on the street, empty and quiet. He could easily see Zheng Qing's figure.

At the same time, he also saw the hideous pig head that the boar demon was slowly raising.

Time was too late, and Thomas looked at the two figures with some despair.

His books never recorded the most powerful spells.

And those powerful spells, any one that fell on Zheng Qing meant death.

He seemed to see the headmaster roaring at him.

I saw some desperate and weeping faces.

Then he saw a faint yellow.

Zheng Qing held his breath.

I watched as the yellow rune paper swayed lightly in mid-air, landing on the nose of the panting boar demon.

The boar demon stared at the rune paper with a pair of small scarlet eyes.

Slowly, the breath in its nostrils became more and more soothing.

Then he closed his eyes.

Snoring like thunder.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.