Outside the window, black feathers flew down.

Qingluan in the classroom tilted his head and yawned lazily.

"Here, enjoy."

Mu En smiled and placed a can of hot milk on each of Qingluan's tables.

"Ahh Thank you! Mu Eun-san! Wind Chime hurriedly picked up the hot milk and thanked him happily.

"Mu En-san, you are amazing!" Effedina's eyes lit up as she looked at Muen and then at the hot milk on the table, her expression intoxicated.

"Thank you very much!" Hai Feifei and Se Lin'er, who know Qingluan, also have a share.

"You're welcome." Mu En smiled.

Qingluan raised her eyelids, and lazily touched the hot milk with her fingertips, "I can't see it, Mu En, you're quite rich." "I send them things every day, and the fiery gaze of my classmates can kill.

"Be careful." Mu En was still smiling, elegant and decent, like a gentleman.

What is this guy's idea?

Seeing that Qingluan didn't speak, Mu En sat down beside her, looking at her suspiciously, "You don't like milk?" ”

"Okay." Qingluan answered lazily.

"Knowing you like sweetness, I put a few extra pieces of candy." Mu En smiled, the dark golden pattern swirling in his golden eyes was deep and bewitching, "Do you want to taste it, do you like it or not?" If it's not sweet enough, I'll put more next time. ”

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the wind chimes and several people looked over at the same time.

There was something strange about his look.

"No need." Qingluan answered, pushing the hot milk on the table to the wind chime next to him, "Wind chime, here you go." ”

“...”

Airplanes...

Abruptly.

Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up.

Outside the window, the sky is white and the sun is shining.

“... Have you heard any strange noises? Qingluan frowned.

"What sound?" Effedina and Wind Chime glanced at each other and looked at Qingluan suspiciously.

"Uh..."Qingluan looked at Mu En, the two of them were weak, so what about Mu En, who was a pseudo-SSS?

Unexpectedly, Mu En shook his head, indicating that he did not sense any strange sounds.

“... Delusion. Qingluan was still frowning, looking a little puzzled.

Delusion?

Buzz –

This time, the voice sounded clearly in my head.

It's like at the far end, round and round waves.

Qingluan turned his head and looked at the movement around him, only to see the wind chimes and a few people talking calmly, even Mu En looked as usual, as if he hadn't heard this strange and unusual sound at all.

This is...

Ancient castle with a white bird flying by.

The white wings were lightly retracted, and a slender woman in white fell.

Slender white eyebrows, a little red sand falling on her forehead, under which are a pair of clean white and golden eyes, the pupils are engraved with deep ripples of dark gold patterns, she lowered her head and said softly: "Master? ”

The black-cloaked figure raised his head and looked up at the endless white sky.

"Do you hear that? Wooden bells. ”

"Master?" Mu Ling pricked up his ears, listened carefully to the sounds around him, and looked puzzled, "Master, Mu Ling didn't hear anything..."

"Is it..."

The black shadow stopped talking, and Mu Ling didn't dare to ask more, so he bowed his head obediently, and disappeared in the darkness.

In the Anata Realm, the high-level powerhouses in different realms raised their heads one after another as if they were aware of it, staring at the deep and boundless blue sky.

"There was..."

This is... A voice from the laws of the world.

Qingluan raised her head and narrowed her eyes.

What do you mean...?

Suddenly, the entire Popper Academy screamed, and the next moment it disappeared as if the pause button had been pressed. The noise was noisy, constantly ringing and annihilating, and the amazement turned into an eerie silence.

"What's wrong?" The wind chimes obviously also heard the commotion outside, and looked at each other suspiciously, "What's going on?" ”

"I don't know."

Qingluan, who was thinking about it, replied casually.

A faint refreshing scent.

Suddenly smelling this familiar fragrance between his noses, Qingluan was stunned.

... Wrong.. Straight?

The crowd was noisy, and there seemed to be footsteps.

Qingluan almost subconsciously turned his head, and at a glance saw the beautiful demon that appeared in the corridor, with extremely long and curly eyelashes, outlining narrow and deep phoenix eyes, quiet and pure black.

There was a little black tear mole falling from the corner of his eye, like a bewitching from the depths of hell, dyed with a ghostly and strange that seemed to be absent.

“... Time... Shimo? ”

"Little Qiqi~"