Dean Hall did what he said, and the old dean who was interrupted was furious. After walking through countless dazzling corridors and bookshelves, Dean Hall pushed away Ye Sewei's room that had never been there before.

A door in the corner.

Behind the door is a huge circular room with a high dome.

The room is surrounded by bookshelves that are almost connected to the roof. The bookshelves are piled with books. The sunlight shines down from the transparent dome, but it is not mottled by the beams, because the room is brightly lit and the magic crystals seem to be free of charge.

Burning, it illuminates this place until there is almost no shadow.

Dean Hall proudly stood in the center of the empty prototype with his hands behind his back, turned around and looked at Ye Sewei: "Have you seen these books?"

Ye Sewei was shocked and thought that she must read all these books.

The next second, Dean Hall said loudly: "I won't show you any of them."

Ye Sewei:?

It’s really hard to fathom the old man’s heart!

Dean Hall looked at Ye Sewei's suddenly confused eyes with satisfaction, laughed twice, and made a "come on" gesture towards her: "Hit me with your strongest means. Before the competition in the academy,

You have to bump into me at least once, otherwise don't embarrass yourself."

After he finished speaking, Shi Shiran raised his finger and pointed in a certain direction of the bookcase. A parchment scroll flew steadily into his hand from a hidden position on the bookshelf. Dean Hall lowered his eyes and looked at it.

Ye Sewei looked at him confused.

After a while, perhaps out of curiosity as to why Ye Sewei hadn't moved yet, Dean Hall raised his eyelids and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ye Sewei: "Wait... for you?"

"Why are you waiting for me?" Dean Hall's face was clearly filled with question marks.

"Tell me how to start?" Ye Sewei hesitated.

She responded with a sneer: "Why, do you think I need to stand up and stare at you to avoid your attack? Are you too confident in yourself?"

Ye Sewei:......

She understood. What Dean Hall meant was that while he was doing his thing, she would attack him during this gap. If she could touch her, he would lose.

Although Ye Sewei knew very well that the difference between her level and Dean Hall's ceiling was as vast as clouds and mud, but the other party's too light attitude still made Ye Sewei take a deep breath.

It wasn't that she was angry, but she felt aroused to fight.

Since Dean Hall said so, Ye Sewei naturally wouldn't be polite. She stepped forward without even saying hello, using the close combat skills she learned from the demon doll, but she was clearly immersed in reading.

Dean Hall moved away lightly, as if he had eyes.

Moreover, he moved very skillfully. Every time, when Ye Sewei was about to meet him, he would move quickly, keeping Ye Sewei's mood on the edge of collapse and expectation of "failed".

As expected, Ye Sewei's mood was shattered quickly. She looked at the hateful Dean Hall angrily. She didn't know what method Dean Hall used. She couldn't even use [Must Hit], because as long as she

Once this idea comes to mind, even as soon as the magic long bow is condensed, Dean Hall's figure will disappear immediately.

It didn't mean that he disappeared. She could clearly see the other person, but she couldn't lock on to him no matter what. Even her magic consciousness was empty.

That's outrageous.

At the end of the day, Ye Sewei was even a little angry. When she first came to the academy and had not adapted to the fast-paced life, she did not have this mood and feeling. She did not even want to walk, so she opened the light door numbly.

Arriving directly at the door of the house, I wandered into the room, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

In the following days, Ye Sewei repeated such nightmares of emotional explosion every day, but maybe because she had too many nightmares, the nightmares became the norm, and her attacks and moves became numb.

She knew that something was wrong with her, but Old Man Hall kept a smile on his face from beginning to end, ignored her, and didn't say much.

After this continued for a few days, before Ye Sewei left dejectedly, Dean Hall suddenly said: "What's written in the books I've been reading these days?"

Ye Sewei paused.

She was stunned for five minutes. All the scenes of her approaching Dean Hall in the past few days flashed through her mind like some kind of brainstorm. These scenes were fragmented, and it was difficult to read them in such a way.

Some clear content was sorted out in a short period of time.

When Ye Sewei finally recovered from such an explosive content arrangement, the sky was already dark, and Dean Hall had long since disappeared. The lights were still bright, but in the huge space, there was only

She is alone.

——At least, that's what she thought before she turned around hesitantly.

Morpheus sat quietly on the steps. He stayed there for an unknown period of time. When Ye Sewei turned around, he raised his head as if he was aware of it, met her eyes, and then exposed himself to her.

gave a smile.

"When did you come?" Ye Sewei was a little surprised. She walked towards him and sighed, then sat next to the man in black and sighed again.

"Soon." Morpheus looked at her sideways.

"Oh." Ye Sewei lowered his head in frustration and rested his chin on his knees: "Teacher Hall asked me a question before leaving, but I didn't have any answer at all."

"No, the answer is in your head." Morpheus shook his head.

"Say it as if you know what he asked." Ye Sewei pursed her lips.

Morpheus shrugged: "Don't forget, I was once his student. He taught me the same as he taught you. Of course I know what he will ask."

Ye Sewei suddenly turned her head to look at Morpheus, who opened his lips in her slightly shocked eyes: "Did he ask what was written in the book in his hand?"

"Ah, it's really true." Ye Sewei frowned in disbelief: "After so many years, he has nothing new?"

However, Morpheus keenly grasped the time adverbial in her words: "So many years? How do you know it for so many years?"

"His last direct student was Eugene Quester, and everyone in the college said that it has been more than twenty years since he taught his last direct student. From this, it can be seen that you must be ranked before this one.

"Speaking of this, although Ye Sewei has long known that in the magical world, after reaching a certain level, age and appearance will stay at a certain stage as desired, and the life span will become longer and longer until it is close to infinity,

But I still couldn't help but have an idea:

How old is Morpheus?

Thinking of this, she looked at Morpheus suspiciously.

Morpheus obviously saw the look in her eyes. Although he did not touch her, given the context, it was not difficult for him to guess what Ye Sewei was thinking from her expression.

He frowned slightly at first, and his face turned visibly worse.

Ye Sewei shuddered suddenly. She glanced at Morpheus secretly, but the latter accurately caught her eyes. However, she was thick-skinned and pretended that it was just an accident and secretly looked away. In her heart,

But there is a guess that is infinitely close to the truth.

...No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, will the favored ones of gods also care about their age?

Whether you are practicing magic or martial arts, pursuing a longer life is definitely one of the most important reasons. At this time, age is just a symbolic existence, and it is also a way to urge people to continue working hard and advance to the next level.

Just to get the power of longer life.

No one will care about this issue anymore. Everyone looks the same anyway. No matter which one you present yourself as, whether you are young, middle-aged or old, it is just a choice and it can never represent your true age.

But looking at Morpheus's expression, it's obvious that he doesn't think so, at least at this moment.

As Ye Sewei secretly guessed, she couldn't help but laugh a little. The snickering in her heart quickly diluted the quagmire she had fallen into from Teacher Hall before.

After Morpheus frowned, he did not refuse to answer. He said "Oh" as if nothing had happened.

Ye Sewei didn't wait for the next part of this "oh" for a long time. She turned her head suspiciously, only to see that Morpheus, who was still in the form of a young man just now, quietly changed back to the appearance of a teenager, and his outline was obviously greener.

Many, but still handsome and handsome, the young man's eyes were pale, and he met Ye Sewei's gaze with some impatience, and then quickly looked away.

Ye Sewei:?

Did she read it right? Why did she feel that the other person seemed so shy when they looked at each other at that moment?

Of course she would not point it out or ask questions. While Morpheus's behavior made her laugh and cry, she also understood that the other party seemed to really care about his age, but in addition, she also had some words in her heart.

It's hard to describe the feeling.

Morpheus is by no means the kind of person who cares about other people's opinions. Not only does he not care, but in many cases, he has a bystander or even indifferent attitude. However, just because she said this casually, he became

What he looked like when he was a teenager.

Perhaps Ye Sewei's gaze fell on his profile for too long, so Morpheus finally spoke.

His voice was a little fierce: "What's so important about age?"

"Well, it's not important, it's not important." Ye Sewei suppressed her smile and quickly catered to her: "Besides, what's so good about being young! No background, no precipitation, no accumulation! You can be as old as you want.

Change as you wish, that’s the most powerful thing!”

Morpheus looked a little weird. When he was in his teenage form, his emotions were more intense. Therefore, Ye Sewei clearly understood the words "What nonsense are you talking about" and "You know the truth" in his eyes?

The two intertwined emotions were obviously that he suddenly regretted why he had become like this on a whim.

But what has changed has changed. Morpheus calmly brought the topic back on track: "So, do you see clearly what Mr. Hall wrote in the book?"

"Every time I get close to him, of course my eyes or my peripheral vision will stop on the book." Ye Sewei put her finger on the side of her eyebrow with a little distress: "I have recalled some things, but only intermittently.

It’s not written down. I’ll try my best to take a look tomorrow.”

"No need." Morpheus smiled: "Actually, he asked you this, naturally because he has completely turned over the scroll. But it doesn't matter, the fragments you remember are enough. The scroll is there

Isn’t it okay if you find it in this library and open it to look at it?”

Ye Sewei was stunned for a moment, feeling like she suddenly realized something.
To be continued...