The door of light was closed, leaving no trace, as if she had never appeared in front of her.

Jiang Qiao was still a little confused, until Cheng Ruoxi stood in front of him, he was still thinking, did he fall asleep while sitting on the sofa? There are no extradimensional rooms at all. There's no magic at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Ruoxi stared at Jiang Qiao strangely, "As soon as I came in, I saw that you were in a daze, did you fail the exam?" ”

"Nothing." Jiang Qiao waved his hand, walked to the front of the refrigerator, took out two cans of Coke from it, and handed one to Cheng Ruoxi: "What are you doing on this big night?" ”

"I don't drink it, so you drink less." Cheng Ruoxi waved his hand, "Uncle asked me to supervise you, how is the hygiene, do you think I want to come?" ”

She looked down at the ground: "Look at this ash, didn't you take my words to heart?" ”

"And under the refrigerator, oops, Jiangqiao...... There's rat dropping!"

"Good fellow, you got this doorknob from Syria?" Cheng Ruoxi didn't know when he walked to the front of the room and twisted the handle slightly.

"Hey—" Jiang Qiao wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

With a creak, the door opened.

The light in the living room crept in through the door, neatly folded bedding wrapped in plastic sheeting, brown wardrobes and desks stood on either side of the room, and a photo of a young couple hung on the opposite wall.

Just like in Jiangqiao's memory.

What's going on, the ancient crystal lamp? What about the quaint long table? And what about the girl who called herself a witch?

Could it be that it is really a dream come true?

Jiang Qiao sat on the sofa, poured a sip of Coke, and burped.

He looked left and right, trying to read the book, only to suddenly realize that his chemistry textbook had been thrown into the room by him, and disappeared with the light door.

Only then did he settle down, at least he could confirm that he was not suddenly paranoid.

Cheng Ruoxi glanced inside, saw the picture frame and quickly closed the door, she hadn't been in for a long time, she forgot that this was Jiangqiao's parents' room.

Glancing back at Jiang Qiao, who was a little lonely, she thought that her behavior had stimulated him.

"Are you hungry?" Cheng Ruoxi asked.

"What?" Jiang Qiao didn't hear it very clearly.

"I asked you if you were hungry." Cheng Ruoxi asked again.

"Kind of." Although he ate two boxes of pastries, Jiang Qiao didn't feel anything, and he could still cook three bowls of rice.

After saying that, I saw Cheng Ruoxi magically take out a box of cakes from behind and put them on the coffee table.

"Well, uncle said that you kid must be too lazy to cook by himself, so let me come to comfort you."

"Do you want to fatten me to death?" Jiang Qiao squinted at her.

"Don't eat and pull down." Cheng Ruoxi said that he was about to take back the cake.

"Eat, eat, who said I won't eat?" Jiang Qiao grabbed the cake and held it in his arms.

"Jiangqiao, you let go of ......"

"No, no one can stop me from dying fat this night." Jiang Qiao swore to death.

"It's not! The cake is covered and deformed by you! Cheng Ruoxi couldn't cry or laugh.

Jiang Qiao looked down and saw that the good strawberry cake had indeed successfully deformed and turned into a ..... Indescribable shapes.

"Well, there's more." Cheng Ruoxi took out a can of milk from his arms.

"I'll go first, remember to brush your teeth after eating!"

Jiang Qiao raised his head again, Cheng Ruoxi had already walked to the gate of the courtyard, and before walking out of the courtyard, he did not forget to remind him to lock the courtyard door.

......

At this time, on the other side of the door, I don't know how many time and space are away.

Kingdom of France, Knights Templar.

It is a magnificent church-like building with an unfathomably high dome.

The moonlight in the middle of the night shines through the row of windows, illuminating the stone wall, which can be clearly seen, and it is painted with portraits of the goddess coming to earth to bless her.

The old man in the white robe with kind eyes was kneeling on the steps, closing his eyes and praying for the goddess. At the bottom of the steps was a young man kneeling on one knee and dressed in armor, his right eye wrapped in a black cloth.

"Patriarch, according to your guidance, we have traveled to the central area of Floating Light City, but we have found no trace of unknown magical fluctuations." The one-eyed young man said in a tone that bordered on reverence, "Could it be that something is wrong?" ”

"Oh?" The white-robed old man stopped praying, but he didn't turn around, and his tone was kind and kind: "No, the guidance of the goddess will not be wrong." ”

After a pause, the old man spoke again; "Commander Ya'an, didn't you go to the Flange Palace to investigate?"

"I planned to do so, but was stopped by Captain Odin, who gave the reason that 'royal majesty is inviolable'."

"Hehe......" The old man didn't know when he had turned around and stood in the shadows behind the moonlight, unable to see his face clearly.

"He is right, Fran II is still the most favored believer of the goddess, and the majesty of the goddess naturally cannot be violated by anyone."

"However, that mysterious wave did disappear not long ago." The old man said.

"Patriarch, what exactly is that magic fluctuation, and why is it able to break through the blockade of the Forbidden Demon Stone Pillar?" The one-eyed young man named Ya'an asked.

"Nobody knows, Ya'an. In the vague guidance of the goddess, it was a book, and I felt that there was a magical energy hidden in that book that was pure to the point of almost natural nature, perhaps the supreme treasure left by the sages, and the goddess needed it. ”

"Book .....," Ya'an pondered carefully.

"Commander Ya'an, go and rest, may the goddess be with you." The old man said with a smile.

......

After Ya'an left, the huge church fell silent again. The moonlight faded into the clouds, the candles flickered, and the smooth murals seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

The Patriarch continued to pray peacefully, but his lips grew paler and his cheeks thinner, but there was a strange excitement.

His figure became rickety, and the smooth aura on his body turned bloody.

He opened his eyes, and both eyes were bloodshot.

He plucked one of his eyes off, and bursting blood crept up his white robe.

"Praise the Goddess." He ate his eyeballs and chewed slowly. The creaking sound drifted in the wind.

……

At the same time, on the other side of the continent.

This is the capital of the Kingdom of Luke, the city of Shenghui, the city of progress, and the magical city. The fruits of all the frontiers of magic will be displayed here.

It is home to a myriad of talented and powerful magicians, who form the Magic Council.

Cecil, with his glasses and a tousled white beard, broke into the Parliamentary Library, rummaging through the bottom of the house for something.

"Cecil." Someone stopped him.

Cecil, buried in the stack of books, looked up and saw a bottle of ink, a pen, a few books, and a pair of feet in brown leather shoes on his desk a few steps away.

"Dinger?" Cecil was visibly surprised.

"Why, are we only allowed to come to the library with our great water archmage Cecil?" Brown leather shoes give a trademark sarcastic smile.

"Dinger, your temper is really worthy of your title of 'Wizard of Thunder and Lightning'." Cecil smiled helplessly.

Then, with a flickering smile, he thought of something, "You also felt that unusual magic?"

Dinger put away his smile.