"It's all in there." Questioned by a strong man like the Magic Branch Dean with hidden anger, the young girl felt that the air pressure around her was low. In the entire Dongfu Academy, who can break the confinement of the small black room of the dean of the magic branch without strong fluctuations, except for a few deans, she is the only one, to be precise, it is her baby, but now it has become a treasure of Fenghua.

Bei Fang bit lightly on his lip, his head bowed, his eyes full of jealous madness.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were full of stubbornness, and tears were in his eyes, and he was determined not to let them fall.

"Both?" However, the dean of magic didn't look at her at all, and when he heard this, he just looked at the yellow sand over there with a darker face.

Even with his strength, it will take time to destroy this castle silently, and he can't do it so thoroughly. Could it be that there is an earth magician stronger than him, or is it a magic god?

Thinking of this, the face of the magic branch dean became more and more gloomy.

Just as the face of the Magic Branch Dean was gloomy and almost dripping, there was a vibrant moan and whining sound from the sea of sand over there, and his face was about to be relieved at that moment, but it was ruined again because of the conversation between these little cubs.

"Ouch my little waist, I'm gone to the ceiling."

"Ahem, where's my bed?"

"Damn, whose thigh is pressing me."

"Fang, where is the house!"

Arms of various types stretched out from the yellow sand. Looking at it from a distance, it gives people a sense of immediacy of a ghost movie. There is no such thing as a ghost movie in this world, and those who survived and were not buried only felt that they saw a large number of undead waving to them.

This feeling is really chilling on this big night.

"Help......"

Although it is also a hand, but in the midst of being buried in the yellow sand, there is still an arm that is the most eye-catching, because in her hand, it seems to be holding a piece of colorful cloth, which stands out from the many hands at once.

Everyone's first reaction was that the hand was absolutely gorgeous.

The magic branch dean spread out his spiritual power, transported the layer of yellow sand above, counted the number of people, but his face was ugly and almost fell sand.

And the person holding the flower cloth is undoubtedly Fenghua, in the collective voice, Fenghua's voice is extraordinarily distinct, "Ahh Xiao Wang is still alive, Xiao Wang still has a shadow, it really scares Xiao Wang to death! ”

Of course, if you can't see the natives at a glance, then although Fenghua's body is gray and abrupt, there is no dirt on his face, and he even rinses his mouth with a cup of tea.

With such a scene of differential treatment, it is difficult not to suspect that she is the culprit of this incident.

However, a certain little prince, Shi Shiran flicked her sleeves, and even if she was standing in the sand, she was the most unique, as if the person who had shouted for help before was not her at all.

After blinking innocently twice, when he looked at the side of the magic dean, the hand that was originally swaggering was suddenly withdrawn behind his back, with a veiled move.

The dean of the magic branch who had been paying attention to Fenghua noticed Fenghua's action of covering his ears and stealing the bell, and directly appeared behind Fenghua, and snatched the flowery-looking thing in his hand, and in front of everyone, he directly unfolded it and made it public.