When he thought of the green snake getting into his ear hole, and then coming out of his ear hole, Zheng Qing couldn't help but think of the cartoons and movies he had watched when he was a child, as well as the monk with the furry face and the thunderous mouth, and the way it shouted.
The scene where Xiao screamed and took out the embroidery needle from his ear:
"Hey! Give me a stick!"
He couldn't help but smile, narrowed his eyes, grinned, and drew out the third formula.
The green snake raised its head and spat out the letter, opened its mouth wide, and took a deep breath. Its narrow neck bulged in a circle visible to the naked eye. A thought flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, and an unpleasant thought suddenly came to his heart.
Before he could realize this idea, he saw a flash of bright red emerging from the green snake's mouth. It was as big as a grain of rice at first, and in an instant it was as big as a chicken. The blood was filled with destruction and death.
Just like the aura surging on the slender red sky pillar on the battlefield of Black Prison.
The boy was speechless and stared blankly at the bright red. The various experiences he had experienced in the black prison flashed through his mind again, and he froze in place for a moment, unable to move.
But the green snake ignored his fear and opened its mouth to spit out, like a fire dragon breathing out, the bright red light shot out like a sharp arrow, directly hitting the coffee table on the other side of the hospital bed.
"stop!!"
Zheng Qing finally regained control of his body and roared at the top of his lungs.
Green Snake immediately shut his mouth, cut off his subsequent breath, then tilted his head and looked at the pale boy in confusion. His red and blue eyes were crystal clear, making him look particularly innocent.
Zheng Qing didn't pay attention to the green snake's confusion, and his eyes closely followed the red light that had shot out.
Snapped!
The crisp snap of fingers echoed in the small ward, interrupting the young wizard's roar and shattering the bright red light. Zheng Qing breathed heavily, watching blankly as the bright red turned into dots of fluorescence, silently.
The sound dissipated in the air.
for a long time.
He slowly turned his head and looked at his husband, his voice was hard: "I..."
"You didn't mean it, I know."
The husband patted his shoulder comfortingly, as if he was not surprised: "You can think of me as inciting you to do this...After this experience, you should know what to do next time."
Zheng Qing lowered his eyelids and silently performed the first hand gesture. The green snake flashed on the spot, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into his left ear hole.
The feeling of having water in my brain came back again.
The teacher's voice gradually became clearer from far away: "...This little snake is like a flood gate on a dam. It opens and closes according to your needs. It will not have any impact on you on weekdays... According to my calculations,
When the power of your forbidden spell has completely wiped it out, you should be able to control the power in your body. So, just treat it as a little pet, there is no harm in it."
Zheng Qing subconsciously picked his ears and shook his head.
Nothing was taken out.
He stared at his fingertips in ecstasy, thinking about his husband's words. Indeed, this little green snake not only did no harm to him, but also had many benefits. Let alone curbing his head ailment and helping him control the power of the forbidden curse, just relying on
The idea of getting rid of obsession and gaining the friendship of an ancient person is heart-warming.
It's just that the strong medicine that Mr. suddenly gave him has made him still not fully come back to his senses, and his mood has become depressed again.
"No sin is irreparable."
The gentleman's gentle voice sounded in the boy's ears: "As long as there is hope in this world, and you are grateful for this world, and always remain humble towards magic...remember, you are just a wizard, never overestimate your influence on this world.
of harm, but never underestimate your help and role in the world."
Zheng Qing forced a smile: "I thought that sentence was 'never overestimate your role in the world and never underestimate your harm to the world'."
"The difference is confidence."
The gentleman looked at the young wizard and showed a bit of solemnity: "Antonio Gramsci wrote in "Prison Notes", 'The old world is dying, but the new world has not yet been born'... He is full of enthusiasm for the new world.
Confidence, just like I have confidence in you."
"I hope that when you walk out of this room, you can truly get rid of your inner demons at the same time... instead of pretending to let go of the burden in your heart. Destruction and death are not such terrible things. Thunder can moisten the earth, and so can volcanoes
Fertile soil. The subtleties between life and death are difficult to fully understand in our lifetime... You are still young, you just need to muster up your courage and look directly at everything in front of you when facing everything."
"Confidence and courage are the true essence of magic that is more difficult to master than many advanced magic skills."
courage.
Hearing this word, Zheng Qing felt a little ashamed for no reason.
Ever since he woke up and remembered everything that happened on the battlefield of Black Prison, these two words have been hovering in his mind, making it impossible for him to escape - because he first opened the Dharma book, rushed into the air, and rushed there.
By the side of the Terbi dragon, I want to die with it and prevent the Terbi dragon from repeatedly resetting time.
Originally he thought he did this because he was brave and fearless.
But after waking up in the ward and reflecting silently for a long time, Zheng Qing had to admit in his heart that he was not as brave as he thought.
The reason why he dared to risk his life and die with the Tebi dragon was because he had killed the incarnation of Tsathogya, followed his husband back to reality from the blank land, and had been 'resurrected from the dead'.
Perhaps when he rushed forward, in a very dark and small corner of his heart, some unknown thoughts echoed - 'I can't die', 'Sir will save me', 'She should worship me'
"If I die for the school once, the school won't expel me, right?"
"You should scold me."
Zheng Qing reflected on what he had done, smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked at his husband bravely: "I regard your teachings as the confidence to be willful, and recklessness as courage, I..."
He wanted to say that he was wrong and would never do that again, but before he could say anything, he felt that it was too pretentious and his verbal assurance had no effect.
After such a pause, he was so stuck that he didn't know what to say next.
But sir knows.
The gentleman nodded slightly, but did not show any embarrassment at the boy's hesitation. His attitude was as gentle as ever: "Any skillful magic is like a savage waving a stick when you first learn it. It's not your fault. Courage also requires continuous practice before you can slow down."
Take it slow to master.”
"Death is a very simple thing."
"But it is difficult to die meaningfully and courageously. In other words, many times, only by doing an impossible thing with the belief that you must die can you have the possibility of success."
This chapter has been completed!