She Is Not a Witch

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After the college competition was over, the dean of Bridge Pier College personally presented the award to him. This old man with white hair and sideburns is still strong. Wearing a thick armor and cloak, he put one hand on the shoulder of Dulsey, who was almost unable to stand. Grey pupils looked at the bruised young man.

"very good."

He only said these few words. The old general put the crown in his hand on Dulsey’s forehead. The crown was shaped like a sword pointing to the sky, but the sword in the middle was exceptionally straight and long. , With diamond-shaped gems inlaid in the middle.

"Dulce!"

"Dulce!"

"Dulce!"

At first it was a few students cheering, then all the students of Bridge Pier, and finally all the students of Emenas.

Perhaps before, Dulce was just a not-so-famous student, but tonight we all met this young man again, with the steel-like muscles on the shoulders and back, the weird and deformed wrists and ankles due to overtraining. All of them show their years of hard work and diligence.

The students not only cheered for Dulce's victory, but cheered for his hard work. Many students present have worked hard to varying degrees, but not every time they pay is rewarded, anxiety and loss are often filled with hearts.

But today, Dulce told these students with tangible actions and achievements that sweat and effort are not meaningless, and blood and resources cannot define everything. Although every step is small, it also has its own unique meaning. The so-called tower of victory is not sudden, but is made up of countless small stones.

In the cheering crowd, Jack also stood up with his companions. This time he did not continue to bury his head in the books, but closely watched the student wearing the crown on the stage.

I hope I can be like him.

There are envy, jealousy, warmth and admiration in my heart.

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After the awards ceremony of the college competition, the students also gradually disappeared. Some seniors fly away directly, while other students who are not good at flying queue up and wait quietly for the lift.

"Yeling, wake up." Lorrain Hill shook the little guy who was asleep on his knees, and then watched her slowly wake up by rubbing his eyes.

"What's the matter, Sister Lorraine, ha~" She yawned, seemingly not full of sleep, and stretched her waist greatly.

"Get up, the game is over." Lorraine squeezed the little guy's waist, made her tremble, and then let out a giggle.

"I, I got up." The body quickly sprang up, and then jumped out of Lorrain Hill's arm range. The Eidolon trot a few steps on the vacant steps before turning back, and the long double pony tails swept the side of Wei. Miya was then grabbed by him.

"Let go, sister Vimiya~" Eidolon begged for mercy, and was lifted directly by Bumansha behind.

"You finally woke up and pressed someone else's knees all night." Bumansha grabbed Eidolon firmly so that it could not move.

"Woo, I know it's wrong, I won't dare to do it next time." Although Ye Ling is good at strength, most of his peers can't beat her, but Bumansha is an exception, who can easily lower her every time.

"Haha, Xiao Ye Ling finally met the nemesis." Lily grimaced at Ye Ling from the side, and then laughed.

In this way, the eight girls in the two dormitories stood on the stands where the snowflakes were gradually falling, talking in low voices, and there were a few laughs from time to time, quietly waiting for the crowd in front of the elevator to gradually disperse.

During the day the next day.

After thinking about it for a while, Lorrain Hill decided to visit the injured Ling Xin, of course, his identity must also be changed.

The wounded students recovered and treated in the Qingquan Palace of Temple College. After inquiring clearly, Lorrain Hill returned to the independent hut and changed into the long skirt worn by Lacey in the past, and the white dress as the main body. On the top, the waist and skirt are decorated with stars and hollow patterns, which are elegant and delicate.

Passing through the corridor under the sun and the courtyard with clear spring water, a silver-haired Lorrain Hill walks in the palace. On the road, he can encounter students in black and white uniforms and the staff of the temple from time to time.

Because she was afraid that the other party would not recognize her, she didn't wear the pendant and glasses given by Tides today, but visited with her original appearance.

The sun shines on the soft and dreamy face, and under the silver hair are blue and transparent eyes like the sky. Along with his steps, those white shoes with slender legs stepped on it, as if walking through people’s hearts. Brings waves of ripples and ripples.

"Who is that girl?"

"It's so beautiful."

"Is this an angel?"

......

Whispering talks and discussions accompanied curious eyes, from time to time secretly glanced, making Lorrain Hill feel helpless in his heart. If he knew it, he would wear his glasses first, and then take off his glasses, but there are a lot of people here. Changing appearances rashly may cause greater concern and riots.

Let's do this first. She quickened her pace, turned a few corners, and asked about the location of Lingxin.

"Hello, can you ask the injured student who was injured in the college competition yesterday?" Lorrain Hill asked a nun in a black uniform.

"Are you going to visit them? Please go over there." The nun pointed out a direction.

"Thank you."

Lorrain Hill walked to the other side. This side was a corridor in the palace, with gems blooming light above his head, illuminating the ground. Next to it were doors of rooms with the room number written on them. You can see that most of them are here. All are wounded lounges.

There are not many people in the corridor, and I can occasionally see students from other colleges, probably also to visit injured friends.

"Sorry."

A young man in a light green robe walked quickly to his side, with a bandage on his left hand, and the leather bag slung around his waist almost scratched Lorrain Hill's wrist, luckily she flashed it dexterously.

"Sorry, sorry, very sorry."

"I'm really sorry, because there is an urgent matter."

The student hurriedly bowed, Lorrain Hill said that he didn't care, and then he quickly left and continued to walk outside.

When the student walked through the corridors and halls to the fountain courtyard with sparse pedestrians, his pace slowed down.

"Ello, did you meet an angel just now?" A slightly scared and trembling voice came from his purse.

"Angel?" The young Elro opened his purse and looked at the ghosts hovering in the glass bottle. It seemed that he should be an old man.

"No...Wait a minute, if you mean that girl, that kind of face can indeed be called an angel."

The young man in the green robe recalled the silver-haired girl who had just run into it. Although it was only a quick glance, he was still very impressed.

"It's not about looks, I mean the real angel." The ghost in the bottle looked at the surrounding situation nervously, making some people passing by look curiously, and then continued to walk away.

In the Temple College with many angel sequences and necromantic sequences, ghosts are not uncommon, but it is a little strange that this one will be locked in a bottle.

"No, the lowest level of angels is also the existence of Sequence 8. If anyone in the academy is most likely to be an angel, that's the beautiful academy grower."

"No, no, no, I'm talking about an angel of a higher order, or a few orders." The ghost was a little anxious, and then asked the young man to bring his ears closer.

"I sensed a pure soul in the purse just now. This is undoubtedly the characteristic of an angel, and it may be the highest order angel. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Could it be a mistake?" The boy said hesitantly.

"How is it possible! Are you suspicious of the great Soders? I was a great wizard of the Mercury Dynasty before I was alive, and I have experienced chaos and disasters, but I have really seen angels." Ghost felt his pride was offended.

"Okay, okay, no more bragging about your wonderful past. I think you have to reflect on the fact that as the top wizard of the Mercury dynasty, I was taught in the same grade as Dulce but was easily defeated by him. ."

"Didn't you say that my talent is rare in a century, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, it made me happy."

Although the young man said this, he was not really angry. He just wanted to confuse this matter. He had more important things to do, but he didn’t want to get involved with the angels, and this old ghost man just wanted to make it. He looked for the trail of the angel just now.

"Do you have a dream, kid? How prosperous the Mercury dynasty back then, taking the world as its mission to suppress the chaotic vortex everywhere."

"I don't know that a crab is not as good as a crab, and then I had to lead the angels to the lower realm..."

"Stop..... I still have things to do." The boy was about to put the bottle in his purse again.

"Don't, do you know what the lower realm of angels means? Chaos disaster..." His voice was covered by the sealed leather bag, and the boy quickly walked out again

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