"That's it...... Together...... Ordinary...... Target...... Bondage Charm!"

Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and replied, took out a belt from the gray cloth bag, and began to tie the law book in his hand. Three horizontal and three vertical, the tied knot is sturdy, and the sturdy one that can't be revealed at all.

Because he was worried that it would not be safe to tie up, he took out a few more seals, spat on them, and pasted every corner of the law book.

Until the seal emits a reassuring pale green glow.

Then he looked up and saw the scrutinizing and curious eyes of several of his roommates.

"Ahem, the law book is faulty, the law book is faulty. The young public student coughed dryly, and threw out the just-made statement absently: "...... This book has been used for a long time, and it is a little ...... Temper. Well, yes, some temper. It's like Dylan's full-length mirror, he likes to talk nonsense when he has nothing to do. ”

The Magic Dressing Mirror has been used for a long time, and it is not uncommon for you to use harsh words when evaluating your outfit and provide bizarre suggestions for clothing matching.

In the eyes of ordinary alchemists, this is a magic malfunction, but in the eyes of many users, it is just a little temper of the magic mirror, a growing pain, and a manifestation of the strengthening of the magic mirror's 'self-awareness' - this is why many wizards who rely too much on magic are a little strange in their clothes - so for Zheng Qing's statement, these young wizards who have lived in the wizarding world since childhood reluctantly accepted it.

Of course, Dr. Xiao is never so easy to fool: "The failure of the law book and the law book have not turned into ashes, so there is no inevitable connection." Are you stealing a concept?"

Zheng Qing smacked his lips, revealing a little distress: "You said that you are a magician, why do you care so much about logic?"

"Logic and magic are not contradictory. The doctor said calmly.

"Where did you buy your law book?" Dylan interjected at the right time, much to the relief of the young scholar, but Mr. Vampire Werewolf raised his confusion from another direction:

"I've always wanted to ask, but I've always forgotten...... Your book looks very good, copper nails, paper pages, inscriptions, although the material is ordinary, but the workmanship is very good...... There is no popular version of this on the market...... Is it a family heirloom?"

Wizard families with a bit of history have family heirlooms, grandfathers pass them on to their grandchildren, husbands pass them on to their wives, and so on. This kind of magic book is not available on the market, and most of them have restrictions on bloodlines and surnames, so wizards who do not have the corresponding bloodlines and surnames cannot use them. But correspondingly, this kind of magic book also has a great buff to wizards, and is very popular with family wizards.

Because others couldn't open Zheng Qing's law book before, Dylan had this guess.

"I'm just a wizard in my family. ”

Zheng Qing has never concealed this: "Like you, this law book was also bought at the Xia Yuan bookstore, but at that time there was a discount for public-funded students, and it was privately ordered by the bookmaker. ”

When he said the last sentence, the young wizard was still a little weak.

Last year, when he ordered a law book at Xia Yuan Bookstore, he chose a private order for the lowest price discount of one golden bean. As a result, the Dharma Book maker named Old Payne seemed to have misunderstood and gave him a blood refining of a Dharma book.

This made Zheng Qing always have a feeling of taking advantage.

However, when this law book is used, it feels really good. The spell script is smooth and does not have many spells that do not display certain key spells (e.g., the Parisian binding book forbids the transcription of spells involving the devil because of the blessing of the church; Ashmole's bound book uses sharkskin paper, which makes it difficult to retain fire spells), and there is no ink swallowing (the spell absorbs a lot of magic ink when writing the spell to reduce the pressure of the spell), and the mana cost is low.

Dylan's mention of the origin of the book reminded the young wizard of the purchase of the book last year, as well as many scenes from that time, and he suddenly realized a problem that he had overlooked.

But before he could ponder it, his train of thought was interrupted by the voice of the fat man.

"Customized...... What an unequal society. A bubbling sour voice interrupted Zheng Qing's memories, and the fat man complained with a grumbling stomach: "Public-funded students only have better grades, why are there so many preferential treatments!"

"Good grades are enough, what do you want Persian magic carpet. Zheng Qing was very dissatisfied with the guy who interrupted his train of thought, and replied angrily.

"That's the system. Dr. Xiao commented sharply.

This slightly cruel answer fell silent in the dormitory.

Zheng Qing cleaned up the ashes on the tabletop, helped the fat cat comb the long hair on his back, and wiped the elves' wings, then finally came back to his senses and turned his head to look at the fat man.

He remembered the fat man's suggestion when the conversation first began.

"Why are you asking me to save money?" he raised his eyebrows as he looked at the fat man.

When he just woke up before, the fat man's first suggestion was to let Zheng Qing save money.

"Save some money so that you don't have to borrow money from us when someone asks you for compensation for personal injury, emotional damage, property damage, or if you go to a senior therapist for sleepwalking yourself. The fat man replied a little irritablely, and the notebook in his hand snapped.

He was packing up his quill and scratch paper, not sure if he was going to the library or the editing room.

Dylan had already quietly shrunk back into the coffin.

After hearing the fat man's answer, he popped out half of his head again and reminded in a low voice: "Declare in advance, I am also poor...... The worst thing about being a vampire is that you can't wait until the day you inherit your inheritance. Unless you pawn antiques. ”

It's a very cold joke.

Zheng Qing laughed dryly twice.

"Speaking of the hospital," Xiao Xiao didn't smile, his face showed a somewhat thoughtful expression: "Nicholas is still in the school hospital, should we go and visit him?"

Once again, the dormitory fell silent.

As soon as the fat man's hand holding the notebook was released, the notebook fell to the ground with a 'click'. And Dylan seems to have forgotten about retracting into the coffin.

After a while, Zheng Qing's slightly confused voice sounded in the dormitory: "School hospital? What is Nicholas doing in the school hospital? Is he sick?"

He was out of school all day yesterday and went to bed when he came back, never knowing what was going on at school.

"We can talk about this while we have dinner. Fat Xin pushed Zheng Qing rudely and stuffed him into the bathroom: "After you clean yourself, let's go to lunch...... Let's talk about it at dinner. ”

"You've got a great appetite. Dylan scoffed, swished back into the coffin, and snapped the lid of his coffin very hard.

The fat man looked at the black coffin angrily and began to think about whether to draw a few rounds of suns on it.