Sound is a wonderful hostel.

On ordinary days, people can use it to sing, laugh, and recite love, to cry, roar, and pour out their troubles, and to use it as a weapon for reconnaissance, communication, and killing.

And on extraordinary days, the sound can be the sigh of Merpomene, the whisper of Iris, or a powerful force gushing out of the horn that breaks the constraints of dimensions.

When the bull's head puffed out his cheeks and tried his best to blow the horn, the entire sandbox world fell into a state of irreversible collapse. As the last straw that broke the camel's back, the sound gushing out of the horn not only shattered this fragile world, but also seemed to break some shackles at the same time.

It's like a mirror being smashed on the surface by a hammer.

The space in front of Zheng Qing silently cracked open with cobweb-like criss-crossing lines. It was just a moment—the consternation on Su Shijun's face not far away seemed to remain on her face—and the spatial debris peeled off from between those lines, turning into puffs of light and dissipating.

Behind the space debris is a dark 'cave' without any information.

The reason why it is called a 'cave' is because except for the space in front of Zheng Qing with a diameter of about two meters, which was completely shattered, the rest of the sandbox barely existed. To use an inappropriate analogy, the current sandbox world is like a fine cobweb, and a small piece of the cobweb in front of Zheng Qing has been ripped away by an invisible hand, leaving an empty gap.

It's not that Su Shijun doesn't want to stop the brute bull from continuing to brag about its horns.

It's just that the cobweb-like spatial rifts seriously restrict her every move. Including her, the people in the entire sandbox world are like small insects that have fallen on the spider web, and each struggle makes the spider silk tighter and the net tighter.

Maybe the only thing that wasn't affected was the bull's head that only needed to blow on his cheeks.

"Woo ......"

The bull's eyes widened, and he tried to blow the horn on his lips.

It's just that with the horn flowed out, in addition to the rich and melodious sound, there was also its life. In the eyes of others, every time the bull head puffs up enough strength to blow a breath, his body will dry up a point. It was as if the horn had drained its vitality from that breath.

Time passes by second.

In the air, the criss-crossing 'lines' are becoming more and more fine. Along with it, there is also a crisp 'click' sound that faintly rings in everyone's ears' as if the glass is cracking.

But even Zheng Qing knew that it was just an illusion. When the space is shattered, it is impossible for humans, including ordinary wizards, to hear such a 'expressive' voice. The strange noises he vaguely caught were nothing more than the soul of a wizard, frantically alerting their hosts.

Everyone watched in despair at the increasingly dense rifts in front of them.

This is not a desperate situation that ordinary wizards or registered wizards can escape by virtue of their numbers.

Perhaps the only hope for everyone is the witch in a red coat. After all, she's the only Grand Wizard here.

Feeling the expectation in everyone's eyes, Su Shijun suddenly sighed and dropped the snake tail that she had been dragging in her hand - even this action, she was very difficult to do.

"This time, I was really cheated by Old Man Yao. Su Da Mei slowly raised her arm and slowly stroked the long hair next to her ears, revealing that delicate face.

Then she turned her head, looked at Zheng Qing, and said softly:

"It's usually fine, take it out for a walk, don't always let it stay in the nest to sleep, it's not good for your health. ”

"I read the ninth chapter of 'The Wizard of Oz' to the vole queen...... It prefers to listen to Chapter 5 of the Tin Woodcutter and Chapter 6 of the Coward Lion, and you can read these two chapters more than once you read them to him. ”

"A few days ago, Su Ya prepared a Christmas gift for it, but I never found a chance...... Go back to the mansion and help it get it. I will ask Su Man to give you the key to the mansion, and when you go to the store in the future, when you pass by the mansion, you will go in by the way to help clean up the grass sperm in the garden. ”

"I probably haven't had a chance to see it for a long time recently. ”

"Let it be a little better. ”

At first, Zheng Qing hadn't reacted to what Su Damei was saying.

But as the matters she explained became more and more obvious, Zheng Qing gradually came back to her senses - "The Wizard of Oz" and Su Ya's gifts, all of which are related to Poseidon. Su Shijun was telling Zheng Qing how to educate Poseidon.

As soon as he reacted, Zheng Qing was immediately horrified. He hadn't forgotten that in this garden, in addition to the beauty of Su Da and the four half-dead prosthetic bodies, there were also more than a dozen teaching assistants of the First University, as well as three other hunters of the Sin Hunting Team.

Even if the previous assistant coaches vomited blood from a violent assault by Niu Tou, most of them were relieved now.

At this moment, I don't know how many ears are high, pondering some terrible thoughts in my heart.

It's just that the fright disappeared without a trace as soon as the witch said, 'Let it behave'. Zheng Qing is not stupid, otherwise he would not have been able to get a place as a public-funded student of Jiuyou College. He was just used to living in an ivory tower and didn't care much about people.

But if you use your brain a little, you know the meaning behind Su Shijun's words.

It's almost a matter of arrangement.

"Just kidding......" The wizard sneered, looking at the witch with a pale face, his lips twisted, as if trying to squeeze out a smile, but the effort was somewhat unsuccessful, and only made his lips tremble a little.

Su Shijun made a playful grimace:

"If you have the chance, remember to help me smash Old Man Yao's office!"

Before she could finish speaking, the long red daft behind her was raised high—as if for a moment, the cracked space around her was no longer an obstacle—and at the same time, the three swaying pale cyan foxtail phantoms behind her gradually solidified, and around them there were flame-like halos of flames.

Then the witch bent down and put her hands on the ground.

"Boom!"

Her action sent the ground to shake. At that moment, the foxtail behind her, which was getting more and more solid, exploded into a rain of light with a 'bang'. Pale cyan raindrops filled the space like glue, bridging the cracks in the space that were getting finer and finer.

Zheng Qing felt that his body suddenly relaxed, and the original feeling of being bound by space dissipated. He got up from the ground with a spirit.

"One minute, retreat!" Su Shijun raised his head, looked at Zheng Qing, and said softly.

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