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In the eyes of the crown-level orange, no matter what magic is good, there will be "traces" of the world being rewritten. To put it bluntly, it is a sense of violation of the current environment.

It's like paddling on a calm lake with your hands, always leaving visible traces.

Even though this does not allow her to see through the foundation of other people's magic, it allows her to know that the other person is using "power."

But this illusion was so real that she almost thought it was in the real world.

She already knew before the collision with Xia Ming, that she and others were in the dream of a servant, which surprised her.

Are they related to this follower?

It's no wonder that oranges think so. You must know that even if it is restraining, it must follow the basic rule of traceability.

If they were not related to the master of this follower's dream, then they would definitely not be projected out for no reason.

However, the reality does not seem to be reasonable.

For the time being, this doubt that was difficult to answer was quickly pressed by Orange, and it had nothing to do with the "task" that was forced to be given this time. She couldn't help herself, and she didn't bother to spend time and energy to explore that kind. Nothing is necessary anymore.

It’s still a rare thing like the Dreamland of the Follower that is more attractive. This can be regarded as being lazy in disguise when ambushing. However, since "slacking" is within the allowed scope, then the orange as a typical magician You won’t be polite.

Then, she was amazed by the natural handwriting.

Well, generally speaking, I was shocked by this dream that was enough to be a fake and real dream, and then thinking that this was something made by a guy who signed a contract with inhibition, she could only look here and look over there and sigh with emotion. NS.

Sometimes if the distance is too far, it will make it difficult to give birth to the feeling of taking a step forward.

Inhibition is the same with manpower.

In general, this dream is not something that humans can peek into.

Not long after that, the fish who took the initiative to catch the net gave her a slap in the face.

Well, if this illusion that existed in the dreamland of the slave was really made by him, then this slap orange would have recognized it.

It's just that the oranges that were driven all the way like a duck, after a real experience of dust and sawdust, frowned and found that things were not simple.

As a crown magician, her instinct told her that there was a problem with this "illusion".

——Magic is to rewrite the world rather than create the world, and it will leave a certain "trace" in the end.

But this illusion is too real. It is so real that it is not something that humans can make. It is so real that it is the same as the previous dream, and it is not a magical thing at all...

Um?

The magician licked some dry lips, adding a seductive charm to the face that was already slightly flushed from exhaustion. The red lips that were repeatedly opened and closed in order to restrain their gasping made people wonder. Singly.

Following the sweat from the forehead that slipped like drops of water, the eyes of those awakened eyes flowed.

——Although she figured out this matter beforehand will not change the status quo much, but at least psychologically, she does not have to bear such a lot of pressure at all.

Orange couldn't help being annoyed by the illusion produced by her inertial thinking.

She raised her head and hit the tree trunk behind her with the back of her head, sneered as if she was self-deprecating, a feeling of disobedience was born spontaneously.

In a head-to-head battle, it doesn't matter if she falls under the wind. After all, it is the guy who can dispatch "employees" to the inhibition force, but in the brain battle, she was treated so miserably for the first time.

"That cunning kid... is it an old fritters who graduated from law and politics?"

The battle between magicians is full of deceit and deception. This feature is especially obvious in some people-the only discipline in the clock tower that is not directly related to mystery, and is independent of special disciplines other than the twelve schools that teach magic knowledge. .

Specially responsible for teaching imperial studies for rule and thick black studies for negotiation.

To put it bluntly, it is a place to train "liars" such as rulers, high-level personnel, negotiators and so on.

For most magicians, the mention of names is enough to make them frightened, for fear of being sold by the other party and helping others count the money.

Well, Orange itself is not afraid of people coming out of that place, but the experience of being treated like a monkey this time reminded her of the place where smiling tigers got together.

He ran the train with his mouth full of sunshine and expression, and slammed his hand with a smile on his face. Well, just treat him as the person who came out of that ghost place.

Then, the faint movement from the soles of the feet, the back, and the back of the head caused the magician who had been resting for less than a minute to slap his mouth severely.

Although the traps arranged along the way can gain this time, it is considered a satisfying harvest, but it is always less than a minute. It is not surprising that she will be dissatisfied when she is still in a state of exhaustion. Things.

Can't help but pouting slightly like a girl, the orange face suddenly changed when he was about to complain, and he stomped on the trunk behind him without even thinking about it!

boom--!

The giant that fell from the sky smashed into the place where the magician was originally standing, and the huge force smashed the trees and cracked the ground, bringing up a burst of sawdust and dust that obscured the line of sight!

"Oh, Miss Orange, haven't you said that before, the sneak attack is not good, why are there so many small things on the road?"

Familiar encounters, if they were familiar, it would still be the voice that sounded sweet, even without looking back, she could know that that cute little face that was suitable for both men and women to kill all ages must have a smiling expression.

However, for the guy behind him who can be called the perfect material, he always likes to make some exquisite doll oranges in his spare time, but it is the first time that he can't help but want to make it into a big tabby cat by himself!

The kind of scalpel burned with industrial alcohol!

The kind of caring service all over the body!

After turning over swear words that he would never even think about, Orange cursed someone in his heart.

With the help of strengthening magic to strengthen the nervous system, in exchange for a temporary sense of balance strengthening, the magician quickly swept towards the front.

Although it looks a lot ugly and not a lady at all, it is better than getting up immediately after a violent roll.

At this time, even if it is a short-term loss of consciousness caused by a momentary dizziness, it will become an out-and-out death sickle!

Just ask the other party to cut off his head!

"Crack..."

"Boom!"

"Pattern..."

The last wailing of the trees, the screams of the ground being cracked, and the screams of falling rocks. In this lush dense forest, a giant rock and soil like a meat grinder is advancing rottenly.

That's right!

Even if it is simply advancing, it has a huge size and will become an existence that pushes this forest horizontally!

One of its indomitable momentum is enough to say that it is devastating!

The trees in front of you?

Bend over with his shoulder and arm!