Yan Meng raised his head, looked at the plaque on his head, looked at it in a daze for a few seconds, and finally sighed helplessly, scratched his head, and walked forward

"I'm so angry," Yan Meng waved his hands helplessly as he walked, and kept muttering: "Participating in magic competitions but not using fire-based magic, who can I compare......

"Heh-yawn," Yan Meng yawned, stretched deeply, and then scratched his head, his little face full of anger: "...... It's all Wufei, why are you looking for me! ”

Originally, when he heard that there would be a corresponding reward for winning at the end of the year, Yan Meng's little face was suddenly filled with an excited smile, as if he had already received a prize - it doesn't matter what the prize is, the important thing is the prize, after all, in a big clan like Blood Flame, Yan Meng doesn't lack anything, it's just out of a young heart.

Although he didn't know the reason why Yan Feng forbade him to use fire-based magic, out of fear of his father, Yan Meng still didn't dare to use it—he didn't dare to use it with great fanfare—except for using it hot-headed when he quarreled with the Styx, Yan Meng never told anyone about his magic attributes. Although it was said that fire magic was used in the competition, Yan Meng was a little apprehensive in his heart, afraid that he would be seen and spread the matter to his father's ears - the scene of Yanfeng punishing himself sounded, Yan Meng felt trembling for a while; At this time, a fog flew around him, and he actually wanted to find himself by name, although he didn't understand the reason, but Yan Meng's heart was bitter for a while, the heart was finished, and the fire magic was definitely not usable.

"No way...... Yan Meng lowered his head, probed his breath, and then looked at the floor lattice on the ground, and began to jump forward according to the number of lattices, "I can only rely on the Stygian and the fog to fly......"

……

Inside the hut, Wu Fei sat on the bed, holding a fist-sized water balloon in his hand, staring intently; Wu Fei sat cross-legged on another bed, his eyes closed, meditating quietly.

At the four corners of the roof, four bright white spherical spars are inlaid on the wall, emitting a soft white light, illuminating the originally dark hut as if it were daytime.

"It looks really convenient," Wufei got off the bed, stood on the ground, and with a casual wave of his hand, the water balloon in his hand disappeared out of thin air; Turning his head and looking at the spars at the four corners, Wu Fei turned his head to look at the Styx, smiled slightly, and then said politely: "Bright fluorite, Styx, you don't have a relationship, right?" ”

Looking at the meditating Styx in front of him, Wu Fei was worried that the magic light source of the light attribute would affect the dark attribute of the Stygian meditation.

“…… It's okay," Stygian replied lightly with his eyes still closed: Then, as if he remembered something, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, with a hint of a smile on his face, and said with some amusement: "I'm not a dark creature who is afraid of light. ”

“…… The school thought really thoughtfully, but it seems to be a little late, and it was only set today," Wu Fei looked at the Styx, afraid that the Stygian would misunderstand his meaning, smiled awkwardly, hurriedly changed the topic, and said in a joking tone, "When Yanmeng sees it, I don't know if I will take them off and use them for something." ”

“…… There is this possibility," Styx listened to Wu Fei's words, opened his eyes, and thought about some of Yan Meng's usual strange thoughts, and immediately smiled and responded.

"By the way, Ming, why didn't Yan Meng come back so late?"

“…… I think I went to the library. The calm expression on his face returned, and he said in a flat voice.

"Library, ......" After listening to Ming's answer, and thinking about it since he finished talking about the year-end competition seven days ago, Yan Meng has insisted on going to the library to learn magic, Wu Fei suddenly sighed and said, "Awesome, so persistent, I believe Yan Meng will get a good ranking." ”

“…… Forced. Styx glanced at the admiring look on Wu Fei's face, and secretly laughed in his heart: "If it weren't for the fact that the person you are looking for is Yan Meng, who uses fire magic, he wouldn't have read a book in the middle of the night." ”

"Forced?" Wu Fei looked at the funny expression of the dead and suddenly felt confused.

“…… Wu Fei, what are you looking for the Yanmeng of the Blood Flame Clan? "The Dead didn't go on with the conversation; Turning his head and looking at Wu Fei with a smile, Shen asked Wu Fei lightly.

"Huh?" Looking at the expression, Wu Fei was stunned for a moment.

"Huh? Is there something wrong? Seeing that Wu Fei was a little stunned, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and asked puzzledly.

"No," Fogfei smiled politely, "it's just a little surprised to see you smiling at me." Yan Meng is right, you are indeed a very good person to contact. ”

"Really?" Styx looked at Wu Fei and replied noncommittally.

"Well, yes, I can feel it." Wu Fei nodded, then continued with a smile, "I was looking for Yan Meng in the Blood Flame Mansion for a reason, but there was no malice...... I thought Yan Meng was the person I was looking for, but he used the two systems of water and wind magic, which is really disappointing. ”

As he spoke, Wu Fei put his hand on his forehead, made a disappointed look, and sighed.

Looking at Wufei's appearance, he smiled faintly, then said no more, closed his eyes, and continued his meditation.

……

"It's finally here."

Yan Meng held the door with his right hand, pushed back, slowly closed the door, and then shuffled forward.

Looking at the rows of tall bookshelves in front of him, Yan Meng suddenly felt dizzy in his head; As she walked, Yan Meng stretched out her hand to her mouth and yawned.

"Bump."

"Oops-"

As soon as he walked to the corner of a bookshelf, a figure suddenly flashed out and collided with Yanmeng, who was yawning.

"Ahh After being hit, Yan Meng covered his head, grinned his teeth for a while, and the sleepiness in his brain was instantly knocked out without a trace.

"Why don't you look when you're walking!" A delicate rebuke sounded in Yan Meng's ears.

Yan Meng raised her head and saw a little girl with short dark blue hair and delicate facial features in front of her covering her head and looking at her angrily.

"Humph!" Yan Meng crossed his waist, tilted his head, pouted, and said unconvinced: "Obviously you don't look at it, how can you blame me!" ”

"That's you!" The girl looked at Yan Meng and said angrily, "Obviously, you walked accidentally and bumped into this girl!" Hurry up and apologize to me! ”

As she spoke, the little girl covered her head with one hand and crossed her waist with the other, looking at Yan Meng angrily, waiting for Yan Meng to apologize.

"You hit me!" Yan Meng looked at the little girl and suddenly became angry, "Why do you want me to apologize, it should be you who apologize!" ”

As she spoke, the little girl of Yanmeng Scholar crossed her waist with one hand, straightened her chest, and said with the same spirit: "Quick, apologize to me, and I will forgive you!" ”

"You...... Do you apologize or not? The little girl looked at Yan Meng and suddenly said more angrily.

"I'm biased—no, it's obvious that you should apologize!" Yan Meng looked at the little girl, closed her eyes, shook her head, and raised her chin angrily.

"You, you hate!" The little girl looked at Yan Meng's appearance, her little face suddenly turned red, and she stretched out her finger and pointed at Yan Meng and said, "Yes, you have the ability to tell me your name, and watch Miss Ben clean you up!" ”

"Humph! I'll tell you! Listen, Young Master Ben-" Yan Meng looked at the little girl, coughed, cleared her throat, and then said word by word,-for-tat, "Young Master Ben's surname is me, it's ugly!" Did you hear me clearly? ”

"I'm ...... Unsightly? The little girl looked at Yan Meng, first muttered and repeated, and then said angrily, "Okay, you listen to Miss Ben, I'm so ugly......"

“…… Hahaha," hearing the little girl repeat her words, Yan Meng suddenly couldn't help it, holding her stomach and laughing, "Stupid, fooled, hahahaha......"

"You!" The little girl looked at Yan Meng's appearance, and then realized that she had been fooled, blushed, pointed at Yan Meng and cried, "You are so annoying!" It's annoying! ”

"Hmm-" The girl suddenly pursed her lips and began to cry.

"This, this ......" Yan Meng saw that he was actually making people cry, and he was stunned in place, not knowing what to do.

"You hate it!" The little girl stretched out her hand, pushed Yan Meng away, and ran to the door crying.

"No way......" After the little girl left, Yan Meng was stunned for a while, lowered her head, sighed, then raised her head, walked to the little girl's position, turned around, faced the position where she had just stood, covered her head, and pretended to be in pain.

"Oh, it hurts!" Yan Meng lowered his head, first complained, then raised his head, pinched his throat, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Yan Meng, I didn't mean to. ”

Then, Yan Meng jumped to the position he had just now, straightened his waist, covered his head, and said angrily, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Isn't this the end of it?" Yan Meng shrugged his shoulders with his hands up, muttered a few words easily, then looked at the door, and said helplessly to himself, "How easy is this! Alas, really. ”

With that, Yan Meng turned around and walked towards the depths of the library.

……

"Heh-owed-" Standing in the woods on the mountain behind the Alliance Academy, Yan Meng stretched and took a deep breath.

"Well, I'm finally sober......" Yan Meng rubbed his eyes, muttered to himself unhurriedly, and then took out a book from his arms, sat on the ground, and read it with interest.

"Level 1...... Wind Blade ......" Yan Meng looked at the book, muttering as one hand slowly moved in the air.

"Whoosh-" The pale green wind blade that was more than half a foot long appeared in Yan Meng's hand, and then flew out quickly.

"Level 2...... Wind Blade ......"

As Yan Meng spoke, his hand in the air moved unconsciously.

Slowly, a pale green wind blade more than a foot long appeared in Yan Meng's hand—it was the second-level "Wind Blade" magic.

"Level 3...... Whirlwind Blade...... It's all wind blades! Yan Meng looked at the book in his hand and complained unconsciously, "It's really boring!" ”

Although complaining, Yan Meng still whispered the magic in the book, and his hand swayed in tune.

Two pale green wind blades more than half a foot long appeared in Yan Meng's hands; Then, one end of the two wind blades slowly joined together, and gradually spun up, forming a spiral air current.

"Huh? Odd? Feeling the air flow in his hand, Yan Meng raised his head strangely and looked at his dangling hand.