07 Cyril

Ask for collections, ask for recommendations, ask for support.................. The beauty of this woman is breathtaking, the moment you see her, it is like being surrounded by spring, it is obviously a hot day, but there is a refreshing cool breeze blowing, and there is a refreshing fragrance in the air.

The woman looked at Zhuang Mingge who was stunned with some surprise, as if she had thought of something, and couldn't help laughing softly.

A low laugh echoed in the void, and Zhuang Mingge suddenly woke up, blushing and twisting his head to the side, not daring to look at this beautiful woman again.

The woman didn't seem to let Zhuang Mingge go, and deliberately leaned closer and asked, "You haven't answered my question yet, young man." ”

The breeze blew, the long green hair was blown up, and a few strands of hair brushed Zhuang Mingge's face, itchy, but very warm, as if gently touched by the mother's hand, the worst thing was the body fragrance emanating from the woman's body, which smelled very good, and the white collarbone was also clearly visible.

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but take a step back, blushing and said, "Tai...... It's too close. ”

The woman lowered her head and glanced at herself, a narrow smile appeared on her face, "It's really innocent, young man, you shouldn't be a virgin yet." ”

"You have to take care of it!"

Zhuang Mingge was a little angry, the virgin is like this, the virgin recruited you and provoked you, even if I am a virgin, you ...... Don't say it so directly, okay?

It's very shy.

"Shy, shy, I haven't seen you for a long time, an innocent boy like you, do you want to turn into a knight on your sister's body, boy. ”

Huh? This ...... That's too open-minded, isn't it?

Although it is said that foreign countries do not pay attention to this aspect of things, promiscuity, 3P, double flying, and group P are not uncommon, but I am not ready for it.

No, no, no, what the hell was I thinking?

Zhuang Mingge shook his head vigorously, throwing out all the fantasies in his mind, "I want to find a book?"

"I've seen it for a long time, the book you're looking for should be Redemption Night. ”

"How do you know?" Zhuang Mingge was a little surprised.

The woman chuckled and said, "The first time I came to the library, I immediately rushed here non-stop, and I am a half-breed child, even a fool knows what books you are looking for, come with me, the books you are looking for are here." ”

The woman took Zhuang Mingge around the twentieth floor, and came to the one hundred and thirty-third bookshelf, many books automatically flew out of the shelves, falling into the hands of many men and women who came to the library to read books, and many books automatically flew back to the shelves, neatly arranged together.

In fact, it's not just books flying, but even some bookshelves are flying up from time to time, spinning in mid-air.

The sharp-eyed Zhuang Mingge also saw some beauty-loving girls open a few fashion magazines, read a few incantations, and suddenly put their hands into the magazine, and actually pulled out the beautiful clothes engraved on the magazine.

There were also some people who stuffed things into the books, and some people took out things the size of a firebox, and kept unfolding them, and finally turned into a book that was thicker than Cihai.

These are too murderous, magic or something is more magical than Zhuang Mingge imagined, I don't know how many times.

"So you're surprised?" asked the green-haired woman beside her, smiling.

"A little. ”

"New students really like to make a fuss.,Well,That's how I came over at the beginning.,Magic.,It's amazing.,You can do more things than you think.,If it's too much fuss.,It's easy to be looked down upon.,Here's what you're looking for.,Here's what you're looking for.。 ”

The woman reached out and handed over a book with a black cover.

Is this the night of redemption?

Zhuang Mingge took the book and asked suspiciously: "Why do you want to help me, you obviously know that I am a mixed-race child." ”

"It's because you're half-breed that I'll help you. The woman smiled softly, her green hair flying, and she stretched out her hand and said, "Meet me, I'm a mixed English and French, a third-grader, Cyril Einzberg. ”

Zhuang Mingge didn't expect that the woman in front of him was actually a mixed-race child, and was slightly taken aback, but then smiled and held the other party's outstretched hand tightly.

"Chinese-English biracial child, Yi Barrett! But I prefer you to call me by my Chinese name, Zhuang Mingge!"

"Zhuang Mingge?"

"Yes, it was I who sacrificed my memories and chose the Chinese name for myself, Zhuang Mingge, if you can, I hope you can call me that. ”

"Okay, Zhuang Mingge, I remember, it's really a tongue-twisting name, then, see you next time, shy boy!"

Cyril chuckled and turned to leave.

Don't call me a shy teenager, I'll be shy.

It wasn't until Cylier completely disappeared from his sight that Zhuang Mingge found a corner and sat down and slowly opened the book in his hand.

The first sentence at the beginning shocked Zhuang Mingge.

"We didn't come into this house because we were oppressed and discriminated against. ”

The payment is...... Lisa Lin.

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To the east of the Yves Saint Laurent Library is a street lined with cherry blossom trees, known as the Avenue of Cherry Blossoms, and the cherry blossom trees on both sides are constantly magically cast, and the cherry blossoms are full and never die.

Throughout the year, whether it is rain or sunrise and moonset, the cherry blossoms bloom in a very healthy and beautiful mood, no matter whether it is years, decades, or centuries, no one has ever seen this cherry blossom forest wither.

The green-haired girl Cyril walked on this road full of cherry blossoms, her elegant singing voice gently floating in the void, and her glass-like singing voice was like the purest color, wantonly smearing the world, whether it was flowers or birds, they were immersed in the beautiful singing, unable to extricate themselves.

Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared ahead.

The suffocating murderous aura swept through the void like the most awe-inspiring blade, and the originally clear sky was covered by dark clouds in an instant, and it was as black as ink.

Faintly, there seemed to be lightning scurrying in the dark clouds.

"Is that what you're interested in?" said the green-haired girl Cyril with a pair of bright amber eyes, "every time she appears, it's so gorgeous." ”

A violent wind descended, and cherry blossom-colored petals fluttered like confetti in the storm.

The wind dissipated, the dark clouds flew away, the bright sun sprinkled the earth as always, the temperature rose, the hot air once again dominated the land, and not far in front of Cyril, a girl wearing a black robe with a purple Roland pattern on the cuffs slowly walked over.

"The purest nobleman in England, with noble duke's blood, you actually call yourself an Anglo-French half-blood, why can't I make a gorgeous appearance, don't you say, Cyril Barrett!!"

The green-haired woman's Cyril's pupils suddenly burst into a cold light, "Hualiya Age, I warn you, don't do superfluous things for me, easy things, you'd better not ask." ”

"Yi, don't you like to call him Zhuang Mingge? He himself seems to like his Chinese name very much? The name Barrett seems to be less important to him than the Chinese name Zhuang Mingge." ”

"You don't have to worry about this matter!"

Cyril said unhappily, her eyes visibly disgusted.

"The strange thing is, the more you don't let me take care of things, the more I want to take care of it, a few days ago your lovely brother was locked up by the student union, you could have rescued him, but you didn't make the slightest move, and now you are running over to visit him, you are really a guy who can't see through. ”

As the woman spoke, a breeze swirled and echoed around her, and under her short beautiful hair, there were a pair of brown eyes that saw through the world.

Cyril made no secret of her feelings, and said bluntly: "You are really annoying, gorgeous and elegant. ”

"I hate you too, Cyril. ”

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