Mi August felt that he was almost over, so he stopped filling the spirit, and suspended his cultivation on the fourth-stage middle-level spirit child, and the spirit core could mobilize more spiritual power at one time, and the yin fire in his hand was thrown to his feet.

Piercing screams came from all directions.

"You're crazy, you're crazy!"

"Syrup" roared.

If it's not that the other party is crazy, then it must be crazy.

Mi August didn't say a word of nonsense, and the continuous yin fire didn't need to be smashed out like spiritual power.

"Syrup" was overwhelmed, and finally felt scared.

If it continues like this, let alone erode its prey, it will have to be destroyed here.

"I'll fight with you!" A roar full of hatred and ferocity struck, and in the next second, a ball of "syrup" that had not been frozen by the yin fire flew out of the window.

It turns out that "I'm fighting with you" is just a trick to attract the attention of the prey in order to get out better.

Burst.

The window was broken by it.

"Syrup" and the harlequin on the outside look at each other.

Harlequin tilted his head in confusion.

"Hurry ......" syrup began.

A hand reached out from the window to grab the syrup.

Syrup still wants to survive with its tail broken, but unfortunately the frost of the Yin Fire has frozen it.

The harlequin stood still.

Mi August, who had caught the core of the syrup, stood by the window and looked at it.

History is always surprisingly similar, and the two looked at each other through the window last night.

Burst.

The abscess on the harlequin's body broke again.

Mi August heard the sound and looked at the sores that had exploded on its body.

Normal people feel disgusting and ugly wounds, Mi August can observe them with no different color, and have the heart to think about the principle and function of this sore. One thing is certain, that is, the liquid from the sore has a certain corrosive effect towards sulfuric acid.

Under her gaze, the harlequin took a half step back in inexplicable fear, dragging the burlap bag and trying to run.

"Wait." Mi August called it to stop.

The harlequin is restless, looking like he wants to run but doesn't dare to run.

It would never have imagined that anyone would be "interested" in its ugly body, and could only regard that strange gaze as a kind of murderous intent.

Mi August said: "Please have time to repair my window." ”

Harlequin nodded silently.

"Thank you." Mi August smiled.

The harlequin jumped back two steps in a row, and then dragged the burlap bag and ran fast on stilts.

Mi August looked at its departing back, ignoring the peeping eyes from next door, and walked into the house.

Now she has a fist-sized syrup in her hand that has been frozen by the yin fire, and it is likely that this thing is the core of that strange story, so after it is frozen, the maroon sugar film that covered the room before dissolves and flows to the ground, and the slimy looks unsightly.

The syrup in the frozen layer agitated, and the voice came from inside, "You can't kill me, it's against the rules to kill me, don't forget what happened to your good friend." ”

Earlier, Mi August had guessed that the strange talk of this Doom Academy could communicate with each other, and there would also be an exchange of information.

Now the syrup's words confirm her argument.

Mi August said: "What he violated was to do it for no reason and create chaos. The difference between me and you, you are a fake dormitory manager, and you are designed to sneak up and kill me, and I am defending myself. ”

Syrup: "......"

Mi August said again: "What's more, I can still complain about you." ”

Syrup immediately said, "If you have the ability, you can complain about me." ”

Mi August nodded, "It seems that complaining to the complaint well about the fake dormitory manager will not kill you." ”

Syrup: "......"

Pitted, pitted again! What this damn student says is full of pits.

Then Mi August said two more words to it, and the syrup pretended to be silent.

Mi August thoughtfully, "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you now?" ”

The syrup still didn't move, and sneered in his heart: If you really wanted to kill me, you wouldn't say so much nonsense, but when you first started, you didn't have a single superfluous nonsense.

It made up its mind to play dead, but reality didn't allow it to do so.

Mi August suddenly found that he hadn't waited for his own hands. (More exciting on the next page!) )

Intimidation, the frozen syrup in his hand has begun to tremble.

"Quick, let me go!"

This time, Mi August didn't speak.

Syrup hated and feared, "Or hide me, hide me!" ”

Mi August didn't listen to it and did so, but remembered something and walked towards the window.

This act caused Syrup's great fear, and it begged for mercy, "Whatever you want to do, I promise you, if you don't want to lose my words, do as I say!" ”

Mi August had already walked to the window, and the frozen syrup in his hand immediately shut up and pretended to be dead, not daring to make a sound.

Mi August also saw the situation outside through the broken window.

Sure enough, as she expected, the lights flickered at night from far to near.

"It's your nemesis?" Mi August said.

There is no need for a syrupy answer, Mi August Lenovo also knows the answer from the reaction of "Senior Brother" last night.

The frozen syrup had been shaken into a sieve, trying with all its might to break through the freeze.

It's just that the frozen cage has just been damaged, a spell diagram appears, and another yin fire reinforces on it.

The syrup is going crazy. \./Hand\./Machine\./Edition\./None\./Error\./First\./Hair~~

In its desperation, Mi August turned around and took it to the bathroom.

Sensing the hope of survival, Syrup lowered her voice and said quickly: "Take me out of here, put it in the wishful bag, a door can block something, or you will directly untie me." ”

Soon, Syrup understands what a door can block.

Mi August, who entered the bathroom, opened any door sign hanging on the door and threw the frozen syrup inside.

In the blink of an eye, the frozen syrup found himself in an unfamiliar environment, the frost on his body faded, and the syrup successfully escaped.

It was pleasantly surprised, and malice ensued, and it made up its mind that next time, it must gather "brothers and sisters" to take Mi August down once and for all.

Now it's time to return to the base camp to heal.

As a strange talk about the dormitory office, the syrup has a sense of the dormitory at any time, and it can be returned directly within a certain range.

However, this time there was a strange phenomenon, the syrup looked in one direction, and only felt that his "home" was separated from him by thousands of mountains and rivers.

The syrup twisted twice in confusion, and soon condensed from the award body into a fat child.

Disgusted and resentful of the fact that it had only this body left, it walked towards the door only to find that it could not be opened at all.

"What's going on?" The fat kid melted into syrup again, trying to get out of the crack in the door.

A pair of wooden hands appeared on the ground, rolled it up, rolled it up, and threw it back to the position where it had just appeared.

Syrup turned into a fat child again, looking at the wooden hands in horror and horror.

Why can this wooden hand easily hold it in its pulping state!?

The outer gate of the Crossing Academy, Hut. No. 8.

Throwing the new materials back to the laboratory in his hometown, Mi August walked out of the bathroom and saw the lights flickering in the window.

As she walked over, the weasel with the oil lamp stood by her window, staring inside.

Mi August noticed the spot of its gaze, thought about it and went to open the door, "See you again." ”

The weasel that heard her voice turned and nodded at her.

Mi August smiled: "Do you want to come in and sit?" ”

She turned to the side and made an invitation.

The weasel didn't move.

Mi August said, "I want to give you the things inside." ”

The weasel thanked her again, put down the cart, and walked into Mi August's house.

It walked over to the slimy and unsightly mass of syrup and glanced at Mi August again.

Mi August said: "That's it, for you." ”

The weasel crouched down and pulled the syrup into his arms with both hands.

Mi August saw a disgusting lump of syrup turn into a familiar package in the weasel's hand.

The weasel unwraps the package.

It wasn't a hospital uniform or anything like that, but a bunch of red paper film candy.

The weasel took one open and put it in its mouth, and the joy could be seen on its face, and then grabbed a handful and gave it to Mi August.

Mi August reached out to accept it and said with a smile: "Thank you." ”

The weasel squinted and grabbed a handful for her.

Mi August still took it with a smile. (More exciting on the next page!) )

Come.

The weasel didn't stay here for long, it wrapped the package around its neck, and waved goodbye to Mi August politely.

Mi August sent it to the door and saw it drag the small cart away.

Put the candy in your hand into the wishful bag, leaving only one stuffed into the book of good and evil.

The Book of Good and Evil is rejected.

【Gift Candy】

[Ritual candy made by "......" after devouring the strange talk]

[You never know if it's a prank or a surprise waiting for you inside until you unpack it]

Don't rush to rejoice, the next line is the point. \./Hand\./Machine\./Edition\./None\./Error\./First\./Hair~~

[Nine out of nine probability it's a prank].