When Zheng Qing's vision became clear again, the two of them were already standing in the courtyard of the Sanyou Library.

In the afternoon, the orange sunlight shines through the glass doors and windows and falls on the brown-yellow floor, leaving a slightly swaying dappled light and shadow, giving people an extra warm feeling.

Outside the bookstore, people passed by on bicycles, lady dogs and teddy barked at each other through the low bushes, and a little farther away, you could faintly hear the 'snapping' sound of shaking bamboos, and a group of aunts swaying and dancing to the sound of loud music.

In the bookstore, a red clay teapot is 'whining' on the iron stove, and the spout of the pot spews out a pearl-colored mist, which looks particularly charming in the orange sunlight.

The gentleman stepped forward, picked up the lid of the teapot, then turned and beckoned to the young wizard, and gestured:

"Come in. ”

"Huh?" Zheng Qing glanced at the black spout of the red clay teapot in confusion, then glanced at Mr. again, took two steps forward blankly, and then looked left and right, indicating that he had entered the bookstore.

"Get in here. The gentleman sighed and pointed to the spout of the teapot very clearly.

The pearl-colored mist filled the spout of the pot, making it impossible to see what was in the belly, but the boiling breath clearly told the young wizard that there would be no good fruit to eat if he touched it at will.

"Do you want to drink tea?" do you need me to find the teacup?" Zheng Qing asked with the last hint of luck.

The gentleman looked at him expressionlessly.

"You've blown it up. The gentleman's tone was calm, but the facts described were terrible: "It was blown to pieces, and there were not a few bones left...... A tattered body can't hold a healthy soul, not to mention that there is a forbidden spell hidden in this soul. ”

(The boy lowers his head, finally realizing that he is now a soul, floating in mid-air)

"In the teapot is the body bones that have been boiled for you, the original taste, and it took me a lot of effort. ”

(Yes, the boy slandered in his heart, and it took you a pot of tea...... ）

"Hurry up and get into it while it's hot, lest it be cold for a while and the flesh will shrink, and it will be even more difficult to get in. ”

Zheng Qingmu grimaced, and after listening to Mr.'s explanation, he was surprised that he didn't feel too funny or thrilling. It seems that a year of college life has honed his will and receptivity, and he can easily accept any situation that violates common sense.

Having said that, if Mr. was refining with a Dan furnace, or placing a bunch of lotus roots and lotus leaves on the floor, and then drawing a complex magic array diagram, maybe Zheng Qing's receptivity would be stronger.

But a teapot.

"Boiled, boiled wow. The young wizard sighed slightly, and although his voice was a little stumbling, his tone was still calm: "It's already ripe, isn't it?" ”

There was a slight crackling sound of firewood popping in the chubby belly of the iron stove, and a few milky white flames emerged from the cracks in the stove, licking the smooth belly of the red clay teapot.

The teapot is jujube red all over, the cylindrical body of the pot, the foot of the dragon claw, the Wolong is twisted, and the handle of the coiled dragon pot looks full of color and luster and the image is atmospheric. The scales of the coiled dragon on the handle of the pot are embedded with tiny Mithril scales, and fine runes visible to the naked eye are outlined on them. The spout is bare, and it doesn't look like the rest of the body like a dragon.

At this moment, the lid of the Wolong pot was grasped by Mr. in his hand, revealing a round black spout. The pearl-colored mist came out of the spout, swirled and swirled, refusing to leave, and finally formed a small miniature cloud above the spout, which was thick and dense, as if it would rain if it had accumulated a little more moisture.

"Hurry up, tomorrow Monday, you still have to go to class. After the gentleman finished urging, he ignored the boy who was tangled by the pot, and turned to a ceramic kitten ornament on the bookshelf.

The porcelain cat is a little high, the porcelain eyebrows are kind, Zheng Qing looks a little familiar, he looked at it a few more times before he suddenly realized that the porcelain cat was modeled after the appearance of 'Brother Huang'.

The gentleman picked up a brush from the pen stand on his desk and tapped the porcelain cat's head.

"Dingding......

After a pause, the originally sluggish porcelain cat suddenly came to life, and after rolling his eyes a few times, he glared at the guy who beat him, and glared angrily: "How many times have you said it, you are not allowed to knock me on the head!"

"It wouldn't be any dumber anyway. The gentleman commented indifferently, knocked several times, ding-ding-ding, and then commanded, "......Are they still in the woods?" Well, Nikolath and Satogua will ask the school committee to send a letter of inquiry and warn them later. Satogua has lost part of the concept, and it should be much more honest in the short term. ”

The porcelain cat was still angry, but when he heard this, his face finally became a little serious.

"What about the two children? they're in a bit of a bad situation right now......" The porcelain cat sat up straight and looked at the bookstore owner seriously. Zheng Qing always felt that its eyes quietly glanced at him.

The gentleman was silent for a few seconds.

"It's not uncommon for wizards to find their way by themselves, as long as they're still wizards...... The school is not going to abandon its students because of a few external gods. The Tricksters and Gypsy Witches of the North Side should be happy. ”

His tone was flat, and he couldn't hear much of the mood swings:

"It's just that the path I chose, I have to go down with my eyes closed...... Do they have such awareness? If not, take them to the bookstore for a while...... They also have a choice. ”

Zheng Qing realized that he finally realized who the two children Mr. and the porcelain cat were talking about.

At the last moment of entering the teapot, he stopped.

The porcelain cat glanced at the young wizard, snorted, as if in answer to the gentleman's words, and then flicked its tail and turned into a sculpture again.

The gentleman turned and looked at the boy with the spout floating.

The boy's face was a little apprehensive.

"Sir, Elena ......"

"Oh, that sweet little gypsy girl, I know. ”

"She's ...... now"

"You like her a lot?"

"Hmm. ”

"Did you know she used a love potion on you?"

“...... Well. ”

"You still like her?"

Zheng Qing fell silent. He remembered the witch who bravely stood up to stop the Alpha during the first confrontation on the pedestrian street, the face that sneered and laughed behind the blue and white smoke, the snot bubbles she slept in the library, the figure that pulled him out of the trap at the freshman race, the two of them walking through the snow, wandering the pedestrian street, stealing into Fort Alpha, and the cold kiss that day.

The words of Professor Lee in his first Potions class popped into his mind, 'Magic makes love more romantic and more like love than real love.' ’

"I don't know. The boy raised his head and answered the question honestly: "Maybe I'll find the answer later." But if something happens to her today, I'll never have a chance to find out. ”