Qingjun's expression darkened and he thought hard for a while, then curled his lips and his eyes brightened again.
"Sister, then let me wait for you, sister."
"Huh? Why?" Qiongying said with interest. She did not order him to wait. If she needed his waiting, she only needed to use her power to order him. Power is a bargaining chip to achieve her goal.
"I like waiting for you, sister." Qingjun smiled sweetly at her.
Qiongying didn't say anything, very good, she waited and saw, Qingjun's weakness was much more ambitious than Qiutong and others.
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The days flew by, and it was mid-August again. It was a busy time for young illusionists, who were going to school one after another. The major colleges in Xuantian had already launched enthusiastic enrollment.
The night fog came, the moonlight was dim, the mountain breeze was cool to the bottom of my heart, and the night became deeper.
Wuxin stood quietly, dressed in white plain clothes, she seemed to blend into the night mist.
The direction she stared at was the west. Even though she had been here for more than half a year, the west was still not a place where she had set foot.
There was a roar in the sky, and a huge black-crested falcon swooped out of the night and landed accurately on the ground.
The girl got off the back of the falcon, stretched out her hand and a ray of orange light appeared in her palm, and whispered: "Yin."
The huge falcon instantly transformed into a ball of green mist and penetrated into the orange light. Qiutong smiled and put away the orange light.
She has made a contract with the Black-crowned Falcon. As long as she does not terminate the contract, it will live if she lives; if she dies, it will die. This is a contract between the illusionist and the phantom beast.
The phantom beast that has concluded a contract is absolutely obedient to its master. It can temporarily disappear and hide in a certain medium to sleep. Only the master can summon it.
There are other contracts, such as a death contract. When the owner dies, the phantom beast must die. The life and death rights of the phantom beast are entirely controlled by the owner. There are also temporary contracts, where the illusionist and the phantom beast establish a contract for a certain number of years. Once the period is up, the contract automatically
Release etc.
"Wuxin, I'm waiting for your glorious return."
Qiu Tong stood next to Wu Xin and stared to the west with her, which was the most mysterious place in the fortress.
She prefers the east to the west. It is the direction that welcomes the sunrise. It is full of light and washes away the darkness in her body.
"I won't keep you waiting for a long time." Wu Xin looked intently, as if the person he was speaking to was not Qiutong.
"I'm looking forward to it." Qiu Tong suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Xin's beautiful face, which was dazzlingly beautiful and without any flaws.
She admitted that not only did she hate her unintentional coldness, but she was also jealous of her appearance and innate nobility.
"Wuxin, do you know? I hate you." Qiu Tong laughed at himself, but now that he said it, he felt particularly calm.
"I know." Wuxin wasn't surprised at all that Qiu Tong said it bluntly. She didn't hate Qiu Tong, but she didn't like it, perhaps slightly more than ignoring it.
"Wuxin, maybe you don't even bother to hate me, but, you know? Your stunning appearance seems to be mocking the master."
Qiu Tong quirked her lips strangely. The master was a taboo for the three of them. Ye Chen and Wu Xin never dared to mention the master at all.
They didn't like to pierce that layer of paper, but she wanted to pierce it and tear Wu Xin's face apart! Trample her cold pride!
Wu Xin's breath became colder and even contained murderous intent.
The master's appearance is incomparable, the master's dignity cannot be covered up by a scar, and the master's majesty and unparalleled dignity overshadow the appearance.