The Book of Flying Cranes is an ancient way for wizards to communicate information. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A piece of runic paper as the bottom of the letterhead, a few simple spells, can carry a lot of words, between different wizards.

Even in the modern age, where there are more convenient magics, this kind of fun and moody communication is still popular at First University.

Especially between young witches and wizards, the paper crane is the only way to convey friendship.

At one time, the school held a 'Flying Crane Fellowship', where young witches and wizards each folded their own flying cranes, wrote their own information, and then released and captured them together.

The sky is full of colors and makes people reverie.

No matter who catches it, it's a fate.

However, with the widespread spread of various evil curses, wizards have kept more and more information about themselves, and the Flying Crane Friendship has gradually declined.

To this day, it is estimated that only the campus of the First University in the wizarding world is still littered with cranes.

It's like the one in front of me.

With wide wings and a slender neck, it was extremely exquisitely constructed, and if it hadn't been dangling in front of Zheng Qing's eyes for a long time, he might still have mistaken it for a fluttering butterfly.

Zheng Qing stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, and hung it in the air.

The blue-black paper crane fluttered its wings and circled around him again and again, and finally landed with peace of mind. Even so, it did not immediately spread its body, but poked its pointed head and pecked and pecked in Zheng Qing's palm.

Zheng Qing held back a little discomfort and let this little thing act recklessly.

This is a necessary process for the modern Feihe to pass on the book. In order to ensure that Feihe is conveying the message to the right people, Feihe needs to discern the receiver's breath before opening the letter. If the crane is dismantled violently, the runes imprinted on the letter will turn the crane into ashes in the first place.

The little fox lying on Zheng Qing's shoulder was very interested in this little thing that was still dancing just now.

It also mistook it for a butterfly.

In the pet garden, butterfly fluttering has always been a favorite activity for many small animals.

The little fox hooked Zheng Qing's neck with his tail, and crawled forward on tiptoe along Zheng Qing's arm, ready to pounce.

"That's not going to work. Zheng Qing grabbed its top flower skin, carried it to the ground, and said, "Don't want to catch something with wings when you see it, what if it's poisonous? ”

After saying this, he was stunned. A strong sense of déjà vu came over his face, as if he had really seen the cat fluttering the butterfly and finally dying. But after pondering for a long time, I still can't grasp the point.

Poseidon was dissatisfied with his master's lesson, and with a flick of his tail he ran into the soft lawn, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

When Zheng Qing came back to his senses, the little fox was gone, and the blue-black paper crane in his palm had already stretched out its body.

Zheng Qing didn't look up, didn't look at the text, and his eyes fell straight on the end of the letterhead.

"Yelena Jones. He whispered the name, a big smile slowly forming on his face.

"I never knew her surname was Jones. Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao happily, his face full of pride.

"You're amazing. Xiao Xiao mocked in a sarcastic tone.

Zheng Qing carefully folded the letter, resisted the urge to read it immediately, and ran quickly towards the dormitory.

"Why are you running so fast?" Xiao Xiao asked in the back at the top of her throat.

"Wash your hands and burn incense. Zheng Qing shouted, running more and more energetically.

Before long, he took a few steps back and shouted to Xiao Xiao, "Remember to buy early!"

Saturday mornings are especially quiet on campus.

Except for the three or two figures who returned from morning exercise, most people are still immersed in the sweet dreams of the holiday.

Zheng Qing hummed a little song and soared all the way.

The sky is so blue, the sun is so bright, the wind is not noisy at all, and the birds are singing for themselves.

It was a wonderful morning.

It was still dark in dormitory 403, the curtains had not been completely opened, and the snoring of cats and people was almost indistinguishable from when he left in the morning.

"She's here!" Zheng Qing rushed into the dormitory, shouting excitedly, startling the elves sitting on the balcony in a daze.

"Wow, shy!" they flickered their wings and approached curiously.

"Congratulations, congratulations. Xin Fat buried his head in the quilt, dragged his voice, and expressed his congratulations weakly.

"Wow ......" Tuan Tuan did not hesitate to praise him.

Only Dylan's bed, still not moving.

Zheng Qing was unimpressed.

This vampire werewolf has been mysterious lately, and I don't know what to do. I haven't been back to my dorm for days.

After cleaning his hands and burning incense, Zheng Qing prayed silently for a moment and reopened the folded letterhead.

"Dear Zheng Qing, it's good to see Xin'an. ”

She wrote dear, Zheng Qing licked her lips and showed a reserved smile on her face.

“...... I'm sorry I need to contact the Wizard Tower today, and the Gypsy Witch Student has a special prayer service tonight, so there's no way to ask you for a rune ...... today."

Special prayer?Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows curiously, but he didn't care.

For most shamans, what runs through their lives, in addition to endless experiments, is the variety and variety of rituals.

Pray to the heavens, pray to the earth, talk to the gods, make deals with the devil, and so on.

Gypsy witches have a long history of magician heritage and have several inexplicable prayer rituals, which is not surprising at all.

“...... If you don't mind, then tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, I will be waiting for you in the east area of the Book Hill Pavilion near the third window, where there are several places reserved by the school for us gypsy witches......"

Seeing this, Zheng Qing could no longer contain the joy in his heart, and a silly smile appeared on his face.

When Xiao Xiao returned to the dormitory early, he immediately noticed his smile.

"You look like you've eaten a bad 'happy powder,'" the short special student lectured as he walked over to the balcony and pulled the curtains open completely.

"Whew......"

"Whew......"

There were two wails on the bed of the fat man, but he didn't know which one was a person and which one was a cat.

"Eat!" Xiao smirked.

The fat man's six-poster bed immediately remembered creaking and moaning.

Tuan Tuan didn't need to wear clothes, and took the lead in breaking through the curtain, shaking his fluffy fur, and lying obediently next to Xiao Xiao.

After a while, the fat man Xin stared at him, wore pajamas, and dragged to the desk.

Only Zheng Qing was still holding the piece of paper, looking at it beautifully, over and over again.

"Yours, braised chicken thighs. Xiao Xiao threw the fragrant lunch box to Tuan Tuan.

Fat Xin looked at it enviously and licked the corners of his mouth.

"Yours, four cups of porridge. Xiao Xiao lined up four cups of thick porridge of different colors in a row and placed them in front of Xin Fatzi: "Millet pumpkin porridge, preserved egg and lean pork porridge, lily lotus seed porridge, white porridge." ”

"I don't even eat as well as a cat. The fat man muttered dejectedly.

Tuan Tuan screamed, his voice full of pride.

"If you don't pick up that bowl flower, you can eat something else. Xiao Xiao viciously inserted a few thick straws into the cup in front of the fat man: "Do you think it's easy to buy so much porridge?"

The fat man lowered his head obediently and drank his breakfast with a sigh, indicating that he had no objection.

"Aren't you eating?" Xiao Xiao turned his head and glared at Zheng Qing angrily.

"It's delicious~~It's delicious~" Zheng Qing shook his head and sang, looking like he was going crazy, and didn't pay any attention to him.