Accidents in life are like boils on the body. They always pop up unexpectedly and make you upset and angry. You just want to dig them out together with the surrounding flesh.
Just like Su Shijun's current mood.
Earlier, when the school's protective circle was deployed and the Exoneration Hunting Team decided to go deep into the Silent Forest, the senator of the Moonlight Parliament was enjoying afternoon tea in his own "bubble"——
When the afternoon clock struck four, everything suddenly stopped for afternoon tea.
Elegant and lively music flows from the morning glory, the white bone china tea set is inlaid with exquisite gold and silver inlays, the piping hot black tea and the cold dragon blood condensed milk are blended to the right temperature, plus strawberry jam and smoked stingray.
Finger sandwiches and scones smeared with cream made her feel like she was back in her carefree girlhood.
Of course, if she had to choose between the past and the present, she would still prefer to stay in school.
I don't like school laboratory work.
But I like the atmosphere of the school.
There is no boring chatting and empty Don Juan, there is no need to wear a stiff smile to deal with those old guys who are not smiling, and there is no need to consider whether the invited guests have some unknown incident that happened in the past 500 years.
For a vendetta, you don't need to change into dozens of dresses a day and listen to different wizards talking similar nonsense on the same dance floor.
Just be happy and be yourself.
This gave her enough energy to study magic, beauty, and sleep. She also had enough time to drink afternoon tea, take care of the small garden of the mansion, and even have time to make a study plan for Poseidon.
Occasionally, if you are bored, you can still participate in the school's winter hunt like today, reminisce about the not-so-distant campus memories, and enjoy a unique and unique private viewing perspective.
Compared with the real hunting, which is full of twists and turns and dangers, everything happening now is nothing more than "turmoil in a tea cup" in Su Shijun's opinion.
Unlike Mr. Zhu Si, who worked hard because he was an instructor for the first time and kept an eye on the hunting team's movements, Su Shijun, who has adapted to parliamentary life early, has been able to skillfully grasp the delicate balance between "work" and "life" - of course, more
Importantly, she has great confidence in the hunting team she is responsible for, and does not believe that there is any danger on the edge of the Silent Forest that could threaten those young wizards.
Even if it is a wild dragon at the level of a great wizard, these young men might have a chance to knock it down from the sky. Especially if a certain wizard is carrying a terrifying rune gun.
Thinking of this, the witch curled her lips, put down the tea cup in her hand, and glanced outside the "bubble". When she sent Remington out, she didn't expect it to grow to this extent.
Then, she saw the ogres standing in front of the Exoneration Hunting Team and Victor's patrol.
Just one glance.
The witch recognized those ogres as prosthetics.
This immediately reminded her of the bad memories she had during last winter's hunting trip - that tortuous rescue experience made her resentful of the "prosthetics" who had illegally infiltrated.
So, this time, the first time she saw those ogres, the witch crushed the jade pendant and smashed the beautiful little tea cup in her hand.
The leading ogre was staggered.
The young wizards who were already eager to try took this opportunity to rush forward. Without much effort, they knocked several ogres to the ground and tied them into rice dumplings.
Then, Su Shijun frowned and looked back in the direction of the winter hunting ground.
The spiritual awareness of great wizards always surpasses that of ordinary registered wizards.
She was keenly aware of what was going on there.
Therefore, after arranging the Victor Hunting Team to clean up the battlefield, the senators of the Moon Council led the Exoneration Hunting Team straight towards the Edge Hunting Team's hunting ground.
Only then did this brief, fierce, and slightly chaotic battle in the snow begin.
This kind of confusion particularly annoyed Su Shijun, as if someone was reminding her repeatedly about the small mistake she made during last winter's hunt——
"I originally thought it was just a disturbance in the teacup... but I didn't expect it was a few cockroaches that fell into the teacup."
The senator of the Parliament under the moon has black hair flying, and his tall figure is hidden in the thunder storm of shaman magic.
If it appears, there is a roar between heaven and earth, but it cannot cover up her clear and angry voice:
"Yin Qilei, before this beast!"
With the help of the principle of mutual conversion of magic from the same source, the witch not only easily swept away the thunder summoned by the ogre, but also cast a powerful thunder spell without wasting much magic power.
Standing on the shoulders of Bofu's giant, Zheng Qing seemed to be repeating his first experience in Damingfang last year - every wisp of air was bursting silently, and the loud thunder did not give the young public servant much reaction.
Time descended quickly and violently on this already scorched world, and countless electric lights danced in his sight, unbridledly releasing the purest anger of nature.
Fortunately, Great Wizard Su has good magic control abilities.
Those cyan and white elves carefully avoided their allies and concentrated their energy on the ogres, especially the largest two-headed ogres.
The leader, the Hoop-Headed Ogre, receives the most "care".
In just an instant, it was already torn to pieces, and before the blood had time to gush out of the wound, it was burned into wisps of green and white smoke by the lightning that followed, leaving only patches of mottled, charred residue.
"-life!"
The hoarse and cracked voice of the hoop-headed ogre echoed in the thunderstorm, and the two heads chanted the same spell at the same time. Accompanied by the shaman's gestures and dance, milky white light gathered at its feet, like streams flowing upstream.
, climbing up along its instep and lower legs, constantly repairing the body destroyed by lightning.
Destruction and rebirth are concentrated on the same life at the same time. This scene is extremely rare.
At the same time, other two-headed ogres also roared out their own special spells, or summoned huge earth element puppets to block in front of them, or activated the charred trees next to them to draw away the thunder, and some people performed astonishing magic.
Agile, he danced a knife-tip dance amidst the thunderstorms.
The witch floating in mid-air silently flipped through the book of magic, preparing for the start of the next spell.
The hoop-headed ogre raised his head, and the newborn head under his jaw let out a sharp and harsh roar: "...the path you choose allows you to be accepted by the school...the school you are in makes you feel powerful...
But these are all illusions after all! The power that does not belong to you, no matter how gorgeous it is, is just a leaf in the cold wind. It is difficult to avoid the ending of withering and withering!"
"Blood is flowing from my chest to my feet!"
"ual!"
"The upside-down starlight guides the direction for our ancestors!"
"-!"
"Born from the *** of blood, flesh and spirit..."
"-flesh!"
This chapter has been completed!