Hunting College

"do not know."

Regarding Zhu Si's criticism, Zheng Qing shook his head honestly.

The husband did not say that the mirror world cannot be broken in the mirror world. The young public student didn't feel how dangerous it was to just smash the mirror.

At best, it's just a little troublesome.

"The ignorant is fearless." The little witch remarked very sharply: "The lack of formal wizard family education is the result...Even if you enter the first university, there will always be such and other defects in common sense."

This sounds a bit ‘Alpha’.

Zheng Qing shook his head slightly, and tried to turn the topic back to what the two had discussed before: "You just said that you have been in for two or three months?...Do you remember how many years it was when you came in?"

This should be a very simple question.

Zhu Si thinks so too.

"Does this still need to be said?" The little witch was full of disdain, and opened her mouth to tell the wizard the answer. But after opening her mouth, her face was obviously dazed and confused, and her mouth was like a goldfish in a rut.

Open and close.

Open again and close again.

After a while, the little witch replied bluntly: "You still have to ask me for such a simple question, are you really stupid."

"So, you don't remember, do you," the wizard confirmed.

The little witch answered with silence.

At this point, Zheng Qing determined that the timeline of the world in the mirror should be in chaos. However, whether it is ‘one day in the mirror and one year in the world’ or ‘one year in the mirror and one day in the world’, or other circumstances, there are too few clues at present and it is not clear.

This loss of control over the status quo makes the young public-funded students a little anxious. At this moment, in the depths of the labyrinth in the mirror, there was another familiar, silver bell-like laughter.

Zheng Qing glanced at Zhu Si suspiciously.

"It's so annoying." The little witch should have heard those laughter too, and immediately covered her ears and sighed.

"That laughter..." Zheng Qing hesitated a little—he always thought that those laughter were made by Zhu Si before to attract his attention. But now it looks like the situation is a bit more complicated.

"Oh, I used to laugh." The girl waved her hand indifferently and muttered: "The mirror can save those illusory memories. You can't get rid of it for a lifetime... It sounds good, but it's actually terrible, like The curse of immortality...so don't just show your mood to the mirror casually...it will be used by the fairies in the mirror."

The tone is full of vicissitudes of ‘coming people’.

It sounds difficult.

"Are those laughs always there?" Zheng Qing asked sympathetically.

"No." Zhu Si stretched out his hand and pulled the red rope around his neck, with a dry leaf hanging on it: "I can't hear those sounds when it is still effective..."

Speaking of this, the sad expression on her face could not be concealed: "...but after staying here for a long time, the leaves slowly dry up, and those disturbing voices keep appearing, constantly."

Zheng Qing stared at the leaf, feeling a bit familiar.

The shape of the leaves is similar to mulberry leaves, with emerald color, jagged edges, black texture on the leaves, and some dry fluff can be seen faintly.

"Is this... the leaves of the lost trees?" the wizard hesitated for a moment and asked.

The little witch carefully stuffed the dry leaf back into her collar, and raised her head proudly: "It's like a fake! Only I have this kind of leaf in the whole school... It can protect you and keep you from getting lost in the mirror world!" "

Zheng Qing couldn't bear to attack the pride of the little witch.

But it is not difficult to understand.

Because it is a kind of magic plant that grows in harsh environment, half a century ago, there was no way to grow it on Phuket Island, so in that era, every piece of the leaf was precious.

But now, with the improvement of magic planting technology, many places in the wizarding world can see this kind of magic plant that emits red light all the year round and is versatile. After Li Meng fainted in Baicao Garden last semester, Professor Li Qihuang She used the leaves of the cypress tree to make a concoction to relieve her nightmares.

The most famous effect of the lost leaves is not to relieve vertigo, but to ‘be not lost’, which means that when you wear it directly on your body, you can get rid of confusion. It is an excellent talisman to defend against illusions and illusions.

"If you're talking about the leaves of the lost wood..." The wizard hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took out a paper bag from the gray cloth bag. The bag was stuffed with stacks of neatly neatly **** with a thin thread. The leaves of mystical tree.

This is the reward Xiao Xiao received when he was in Baicaoyuan's work-study program. Considering that Li Meng's children fainted anytime and anywhere, Zheng Qing asked for some from the doctor and took it with him just in case.

I didn't expect to find a use here.

Zhu Si gradually opened his mouth, with a shocked expression on his face.

"You didn't even attach a film to it!" The little witch was heartbroken, her voice filled with distress for the ruined things of the Prodigal Son: "This kind of rough storage method can't keep it fresh for a month!"

With that said, Zheng Qing had a flower in front of him, and the wad of obscure leaves in his hand appeared in the hands of the little witch.

He didn't see how she took it away at all.

"Wow," the wizard stepped back slightly, covering her gray cloth bag, and relieved the little witch a little: "In our age, wizards have found a way to cultivate the maze on a large scale... The leaves of wood are not so precious. Few people coat it."

The so-called "coating" is to attach a layer of protective magic to the leaf to maintain its freshness and magical power. There are two common methods: ‘concoction coating’ and ‘rune coating’.

Zhu Si skillfully pinched his hands and punched strings of golden runes on the leaves of the maze. Soon, a thin and firm ‘film’ appeared on the surface of those leaves that were originally a little wilted, and the leaves of the squash tree that had lost much of its vitality after being stored in a paper bag for a long time gave off a misty red light.

"Huh... it can last a long time!" The little witch sighed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead, and put away the pile of leaves with joy.

Zheng Qing coughed softly.

The hand of the little witch was stuffing her pocket a little stiff.

She tilted her head and glanced at the wizard quietly.

"I will send you out soon, you won't need it." At this point, she seemed to have found a bit of confidence in taking the leaves away, and waved her short arms very vigorously: "These leaves... Think of it as the cost of sending you on the road!"

This sounded a little strange.

Zheng Qing was not sure if the little witch had noticed the ambiguity.

At the same time, the wizard also felt a bit of toothache-he didn't mind giving those leaves to Zhu Si. It’s just that the little witch’s behavior with a little ‘familiarity’ and ‘passion’ is very interesting.

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