【≮Yan Mo Xuan≯.】 "What's going on?"

Yan Meng raised his head, looked at the spinning blade in his hand, felt the air flow brought by the blade, and there was some confusion in his eyes.

"Is this, is it the 'Whirlwind Blade'?" Yan Meng looked at the whirlwind blade in his hand, his mind was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed happily, "Haha, I can actually use a third-level wind magic!" ”

"Hmm...... Go! Yan Meng stood up, shook his hand casually, and threw out the whirlwind blade in his hand.

"Hehe, that's pretty much it," grinning and smiling happily, Yan Meng's little face had a smug expression, and he muttered in a low voice: "Since I can use third-level magic, let's try fourth-level magic!" ”

As he spoke, Yan Meng leaned down, sat on the ground, opened the magic book in his hand, and looked for it seriously.

"That's it," Yan Meng looked at the book in his hand and said to himself, "I don't know if the fourth-level magic can be used, if it can be used...... Hee-hee. ”

Touching his chin, Yan Meng's eyes narrowed wide, and he smiled happily as he imagined the effect of releasing his fourth-level wind magic.

……

The sun had not yet risen, and the faint light brought a faint silence to the sleeping earth in the early morning; There was a slight amount of water vapor in the grove, which turned into a faint morning mist, which brought a hint of coolness and a sense of confusion.

"Click, click, click......"

The sound of falling leaves in the grove broke the silence of the forest.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the morning mist.

"Ahem!"

A sudden cough sounded, and the sound of squirming footsteps came to an abrupt end.

“…… Cough! Cough! ”

Two more coughs—coughs that seemed to be the idea of someone to arouse them.

In the blank fog, two figures, one blue and one black, faintly appeared, and the figures stood quietly, as if they were looking at something under their feet with their heads down.

“…… What do you think we should do? The blue figure turned his head, looked at the black figure beside him, and asked politely.

“…… Wake him up. ”

The black figure did not move at all, and answered the question briefly in his slightly gloomy voice.

The people who came were the two of them - last night, the two waited for Yanmeng to wait until late, but they didn't see Yanmeng come back; When they got up in the morning, they saw that Yanmeng's bed was neat and tidy, without the slightest wrinkles, and the two knew that Yanmeng had not returned for the night, so they went out together to look for Yanmeng.

“…… It's really hard work. Wu Fei looked at Yan Meng in front of him, couldn't help shaking his head, and sighed in a low voice - in front of the two, Yan Meng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was bent deeply, holding a book in both hands, his face was almost attached to it, and he looked like he was reading hard, but in fact, both of them understood that Yan Meng was asleep......

Stygian didn't pay attention to Wu Fei's sigh, but just stepped forward and held Yan Meng's head with his hand, trying to help him up.

However, as soon as he came into contact with Yan Meng's face, it was as if he had been electrocuted, and the expression on his face became unsightly, and then his body trembled slightly, stiffened for a moment, and then quickly retracted his hand.

"Huh? What, what's wrong? Wu Fei looked at the movements of the Styx, smiled slightly, and asked politely.

“…… No, it's okay, you can help him up. The Stygian looked at Wu Fei with a somewhat bitter face, and replied in a cryptic voice.

Wu Fei looked at Ying Qian a little strangely, and didn't think much about it, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, wanting to help Yan Meng up.

“……”

As soon as his hand touched Yan Meng's face, Wu Fei also seemed to have been electrocuted, his body stiffened in place, the expression on his face became embarrassed, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

“…… Wet. Stygian watched Wufei's movements, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, smiled amusedly, and reminded in a low voice.

"Well, yes......" Wufei turned his face awkwardly, looked at the underworld, and then slowly raised his hand, "Yes, it's saliva......"

Looking at Wu Fei funny, the stygian stiffened his face, and then said loudly: "Yan Meng! It's time for breakfast! ”

"Breakfast, breakfast?"

Yan Meng slowly raised her head, looking at the two people in front of her sleepily, the saliva at the corner of her mouth slowly flowed down her chin, dripping onto the book.

"Wait, wait...... I still have to sleep ......" Yan Meng said indistinctly, then lowered his head, put his head on the book, and "hard".

Seeing that Yan Meng looked like he couldn't wake up, Ying Ling lowered his head, sighed helplessly, and then looked at Wu Fei and said, "Wu Fei, condense a piece of ice." ”

Wu Fei looked at Shen Ling, and then at Yan Meng, who was "reading", and smiled hesitantly: "This, is this good?" ”

Although he said this, looking at the appearance of the underworld, Wu Fei was relieved, and then smiled easily, stretched out his right hand, palm up, and slowly recited the incantation in his mouth.

Then, on the palm of Wu Fei's hand, a gust of light blue air slowly came, instantly condensing into a palm-sized piece of ice.

"The third-level Xuanbing curse is ugly." Wu Fei looked at the Styx with a smile, stretched out his hand, and handed the ice cube in his hand.

Styx also smiled and glanced at Wu Fei, shook his head, and did not reach for the ice, but only gestured to put his hand on the back of his neck.

Wu Fei looked at the Styx, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and nodded, signaling that he understood.

"I'm sorry, Yanmeng."

As he spoke, Wu Fei pressed the ice cube in his hand towards the back of Yan Meng's neck.

"Ahh

Yan Meng screamed, shrunk his neck sharply, and squeezed the ice out.

"Woke up this time, right?" Ying Yan looked at Yan Meng and asked with a light smile.

"What are you doing?" Yan Meng looked at the underworld, quickly stood up, pouted angrily, and said dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, Yan Meng," Wu Fei looked at Yan Meng and smiled apologetically, "I made this decision to wake you up, please don't mind." ”

Yan Meng frowned, waited for his big eyes, stared at the indifferent face, and muttered uncontrollably: "It must be your idea!" Father said that the eyes can kill, the knife, look into my eyes - I stare you to death, you to die staring at you! ”

"You ......" Ying Qian looked at Yan Meng, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "It's ...... again"

As he spoke, he sighed helplessly.

“…… It seems so. Wu Fei looked at Yan Meng's performance, sighed helplessly, and said with deep approval.

"Okay, Yan Meng, don't make trouble," Ming Cheng looked at Yan Meng with a faint smile and said in a low voice, "Let's think about how you solve the matter in hand first." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the magic book in Yan Meng's hand - on the magic book, a drop of transparent liquid hung majestically in the corner of the book, as if it would fall down at any time, and on the page, the curved faint watermark seemed to show off that he had wet the book.

"Borrowed from the library?" Styx looked at Yanmeng with some schadenfreude, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Ah...... This ......" Yan Meng slowly brought the book to his eyes; Looking at the books that were wet with his own saliva, Yan Meng felt that his brain suddenly stiffened and he couldn't think about anything else.

Thinking of the cold face of the uncle who managed the books when he borrowed the books last night, Yan Meng knew how serious the consequences of damaging the books were.

"Yan Meng, you've been reading here?" Wu Fei didn't pay much attention to the book in Yan Meng's hand, just looked at Yan Meng with a smile, and wondered why Yan Meng didn't go back all night.

"Well, I think this book is very interesting," Yan Meng was interrupted by Wu Fei, and didn't think much about the book, and immediately replied happily, "Hey, Wu Fei, you don't know, right?" I can use level 3 wind magic! ”

"Well, really?" Wu Fei was still smiling faintly, and he didn't have any special reaction, "That's good." ”

"Level 3 wind magic?" After listening to Yan Meng's words, Ying Ling immediately frowned, and looked at Yan Meng puzzled, "What's going on?" Is your wind mana enough? ”

"Wind mana?" Yan Meng listened to Ying Yan's words, and was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning.

"Why, didn't your teacher tell you?" Wu Fei looked at Yan Meng's puzzled look, and explained with a smile: "Magicians have different physiques, and the magic they learn is different, and their physique determines the magic department; In the same way, the magic of each department strictly requires the mana of the system to support the performance of magic, and the amount of magic power determines the level of magic, for example, if you can cast level 3 wind magic, it proves that you have level 3 wind mana. ”

"Uh-I see!" Yan Meng listened carefully to the explanation of the underworld, and suddenly suddenly, then smiled stupidly, scratched his head and said, "This father really didn't say it." ”

"Yanmeng, can you use a level 3 wind magic?" Stygian looked at Yan Meng with a look of disbelief, and asked suspiciously, "What is the highest level of your wind magic power?" ”

Styx looked at Yan Meng, and a strange light flashed in his eyes - although he knew that the fire magic that Yan Meng could use had reached level five and had fire magic power of level five or higher, but in his impression, Yan Meng had never been exposed to wind magic, so it was impossible for him to have such a high level of wind magic; At this time, Yan Meng actually said that he could use a third-level wind magic, which was incredible.

"That's right! I can use the magic of the 'Whirlwind Blade', hehe, awesome, right? Yan Meng looked at the puzzled Ying Ling, straightened his chest, and replied happily.

"It's a pity ......" Yan Meng's voice suddenly became a little darker, "I can only use the third level...... It couldn't be any higher. ”

As he spoke, Yan Meng remembered in his mind that when he tried to use the fourth-level flotation technique of the wind system, he floated into the air and then fell down.

"It hurts!" While thinking, Yan Meng touched his ** with his hand, grinning, and secretly glad in his heart that he was not floating high, and he didn't fall particularly hard when he fell, and his ** was still two petals, not three petals.

At this time, Ying Yan held his chin with one hand, his eyes locked on Yan Meng, thinking about something; Wufei looked at Yan Meng with a smile, also thoughtful; And Yan Meng was carrying a book in one hand and ** in the other, secretly glad that his ** was not broken.

"Goo......

Suddenly, a strange sound rang out uncomfortably.

"What sound?" Wufei heard the voice and asked a little strangely.

"Voice?" He had just fallen into thought, and didn't notice any sound, when he heard Wu Fei mention it, he immediately asked inexplicably.

Yan Meng looked at the two people in front of him, his face was slightly red - the "cooing" sound came from his stomach, he read the book and saw that it was very late, and his stomach was already hungry, and he couldn't hold it anymore at this time, so he protested.

"Knives!" Yan Meng turned his head, looked at Ying Ling with a serious face, and said loudly, "Your stomach is hungry and makes a sound, right?" If you're hungry, just say it! ”

Then, Yan Meng put his hands behind his back, looked at the two with a smile, and said happily: "We...... Let's go eat? ”

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