The light door was closed, leaving no trace, as if she had never appeared in front of him.
Jiang Qiao was still a little confused. Until Cheng Ruoxi stood in front of him, he was still thinking, did he fall asleep just sitting on the sofa? There was no other-dimensional room at all. There was no magic at all.
"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Ruoxi stared at Jiang Qiao strangely, "I saw you in a daze when you came in. Did you fail the exam?"
"Nothing." Jiang Qiao waved his hand, walked to the refrigerator, took out two cans of Coke and handed one to Cheng Ruoxi: "What are you doing here at this late hour?"
"I don't drink, so you should drink less." Cheng Ruoxi waved her hand, "Uncle asked me to supervise you. How are you doing with your hygiene? Do you think I want to come?"
She lowered her head and looked at the ground: "Look at this gray, did you not take my words to heart?"
"And under the refrigerator, oh Jiang Qiao... there's rat droppings!"
"Good guy, did you get this door handle from Syria?" Cheng Ruoxi walked to the front of the room at some point and gently twisted the handle.
"Hey——" Jiang Qiao wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
With a creak, the door opened.
The light in the living room filtered in little by little along the door. The neatly folded bedding was wrapped in plastic film. Brown wardrobes and desks stood on both sides of the room. A young couple hung on the opposite wall.
group photo.
Just like Jiang Qiao remembered.
What's going on? Where's the ancient crystal lamp? Where's the quaint long table? Where's the girl who calls herself a witch?
Could it be that this is really a dream?
Jiang Qiao sat on the sofa, took a sip of Coke and burped.
He looked left and right, wanting to pick up a book to read, and suddenly realized that his chemistry textbook had been thrown into the room and disappeared along with the light door.
He felt more settled now, and at least he could confirm that he was not suffering from delusional disorder.
Cheng Ruoxi glanced inside, saw the photo frame, and quickly closed the door. She hadn't been in for a long time, and she forgot that this was Jiang Qiao's parents' room.
Looking back at Jiang Qiao, who was looking a little lonely, she thought it was her behavior that had stimulated him.
"Are you hungry?" Cheng Ruoxi asked.
"What?" Jiang Qiao didn't hear clearly.
"I asked you if you are hungry." Cheng Ruoxi asked again.
"It seems a little bit." Although Jiang Qiao ate two boxes of pastries, he didn't feel much. He could still finish three large bowls of rice.
After saying that, Cheng Ruoxi took out a box of cakes from behind like magic and placed it on the coffee table.
"Well, uncle said that you must be too lazy to cook for yourself, so I came to express my condolences to you."
"Are you trying to fatten me to death?" Jiang Qiao looked at her sideways.
"If you don't want to eat it, I'll throw it down." Cheng Ruoxi said as she was about to take the cake back.
"Eat, eat, who said I won't eat?" Jiang Qiao grabbed the cake first and held it in his arms.
"Jiang Qiao, let go..."
"If you don't let me go, no one can stop me from dying tonight." Jiang Qiao vowed to die.
"No! The cake was deformed when you covered it!" Cheng Ruoxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Jiang Qiao lowered his head and saw that the good strawberry cake had indeed successfully deformed into...an indescribable shape.
"Well, there's more here." Cheng Ruoxi took out a can of milk from her arms.
"I'm leaving first. Remember to brush your teeth after eating!"
Jiang Qiao raised his head again and saw that Cheng Ruoxi had almost reached the courtyard door. She did not forget to remind him to lock the courtyard door before walking out of the courtyard.
...
At this time, the other side of the door is an unknown amount of time and space away.
Kingdom of France, Knights Templar.
This is a magnificent church-like building with an immeasurably high dome.
The late night moonlight shines in through the row of windows and illuminates the stone wall. It can be clearly seen that it is covered with paintings about the goddess coming to earth to bestow blessings.
A kind-looking old man in white robes was kneeling on the steps, closing his eyes and praying to the goddess. Under the steps was a young man kneeling on one knee, wearing armor, and his right eye was wrapped in black cloth.
"Patriarch, according to your guidance, we went to the central area of Floating Light City, but we found no traces of unknown magic fluctuations." The one-eyed young man said with an almost reverent tone, "Is there something wrong?
What a mistake."
"Oh?" The old man in white robe stopped praying, but he did not turn around. His tone was kind and friendly: "No, the goddess's guidance will not be wrong."
After a pause, the old man said again: "Commander Ya'an, you didn't go to Flan Palace to investigate?"
"I planned this, but was stopped by Captain Odin. The reason he gave was that 'the majesty of the royal family cannot be violated'."
"Haha..." The old man turned around at some point and stood in the shadow behind the moonlight, unable to see his face clearly.
"He is right. Fran II is still the most favored believer of the goddess. Naturally, the majesty of the goddess cannot be violated by anyone."
"However, that mysterious fluctuation did disappear not long ago." The old man said.
"Patriarch, what exactly is that magic wave, and why can it break through the blockade of the Forbidden Demon Stone Pillar?" asked the one-eyed young man named Ya'an.
"No one knows, Ya'an. In the vague guidance of the goddess, it is a book. I feel that there is a magical energy that is so pure that it is almost natural. This may be left by the sages.
The most precious treasure, the goddess needs it."
"Book..." Ya'an pondered carefully.
"Captain Ya'an, please go and rest. May the goddess be with you." The old man said with a smile.
...
After Ya'an left, the huge church fell into silence again. The moonlight disappeared into the clouds, the candles swayed, and the smooth murals seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.
The patriarch was still praying peacefully, but his lips were getting paler and his cheeks were getting thinner, but he was filled with a strange excitement.
His figure became rickety, and the smooth aura all over his body turned bloody.
He opened his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He plucked out one of his eyeballs, and the burst blood crawled onto his white robe.
"Praise the goddess." He ate his own eyeballs and chewed them slowly. The crunching sound drifted away in the wind.
…
At the same time, on the other side of the continent.
This is the capital of Luke Kingdom, Shenghui City, City of Progress, and Magic City. All the achievements of the magic frontier will be displayed here.
Countless talented magicians with extraordinary abilities gather here, and they form the Magic Council.
Wearing round glasses and a shaggy white beard, Cecil broke into the parliamentary library and rummaged for something on the bottom floor.
"Cecil." Someone called him.
Cecil, who was buried in the pile of books, raised his head and saw a bottle of ink, a pen, a few books, and a pair of feet wearing brown leather shoes on the desk a few steps away.
"Dinger?" Cecil was obviously surprised.
"Why, are we only allowed to have Cecil, our great water magister, come to the library?" Brown Leather Shoes showed his signature sarcastic smile.
"Dinger, your temper really fits your title of 'Magic of Thunder'." Cecil laughed helplessly.
Then, his smile froze and he thought of something: "Have you also felt that unusual magic power?"
