How do I break the team invitation from my old enemy?

No matter how violent the monsoon tide is at sea, the island is always a scene of tranquility.

The blond-haired mage left the bed of his sleeping companion, came to the window, and cast a slender and graceful silhouette.

On the island sleeping in darkness, except for the lights in the distance, there are only magic plants emitting faint fluorescent lights.

Until the last light on the alchemist's floating island was extinguished, the sound stopped, and the island fell into complete silence—even though the huge thunder and waves were ringing tirelessly, and sea beasts made long calls from time to time. The people living on the island don't think it's a little noisy - they have long been used to the thunder and storm on this isolated island, just like the residents living on the edge of the central forest are used to the howling of monsters in the middle of the night.

At this moment, the magician lowered the dark green curtains, extinguished the glowing magic spar, and allowed the darkness to gently embrace the entire room.

Like every night he spent here, he entered into a period of deep or shallow meditation before falling asleep, and his spiritual power extended to an unknown distance.

But this meditation was interrupted by his companion in the middle of the night.

"I can't sleep," Lin Wei didn't know when he stood in front of his bed, and lit up the spar. His hair was loose and his eyes were half closed, looking very irritable: "The goddess has been singing in my dream, And trying to lure me back to the swamp."

Sure enough, as Daniel said, everything is normal for him, and he doesn't seem to be falling asleep.

"Are you awake?" the magician looked at him.

"I don't know," Lin Wei shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to dream of the so-called goddess at all... and my head hurts very much."

"Her consciousness invaded your soul before."

"Maybe, I expelled her...I can't remember," Lin Wei said with a frown, "I'm sleepy, but I dare not fall asleep—will you give me half a bed?"

The magician didn't reject Lin Wei. The guy in front of him didn't match his words, making it impossible for him to confirm whether he was completely awake.

In fact, he had no room to refuse - when he said this, Lin Wei had already lifted one side of the quilt and wrapped himself in it.

This guy was indeed as sleepy as he said, almost in the next moment, he closed his eyes, breathing slowly and long, and the tired white spiritual power stayed lazily in the pale golden spiritual power, and it took a long time to stretch out again Come.

The lack of sun rising and setting during the monsoon season, a smoky gray in the dark sky, which gradually infects the whole sky, makes the low-hanging clouds take shape, and the moment of lightning is not so glaring-these are all It signifies that day has come.

"Yes, Mr. Sylvester, they showed up last night—I'll get them down."

Mr. Dean and Mr. Adele came to the gate of this small building at the same time today, asking to see two students who disappeared and reappeared strangely, and asked about some things.

Daniel in the green robe went up to the second floor and came to the door of the two people. He didn't reach out to knock, but opened the door very naturally and naturally: "I said——you two can get up, Xi Mr. Silvester is in the hall, and Lin Wei...huh?"

The first thing Daniel looked at was Lin Wei's bed, which was empty at the moment.

The poor alchemist's heart suddenly tightened—they disappeared again?

But that tension was replaced by another emotion as he moved his gaze across the room.

"Ah, you...you!" The alchemist watched in disbelief as Lin Wei, who was supposed to be lying on another bed, got out of the quilt that didn't belong to him lazily. Confused, with a weak appearance of half asleep and half awake—then the magician pressed it back again.

The poor alchemist covered his eyes, straightened back a few steps, and slammed the door shut.

——The sound of the door made Lin Wei, who had been in a coma for two days, finally wake up.

He blinked hard, and looked at Juan Yu vigilantly: "Why are you here? Is your bed broken?"

The magician got up from the bed, put on his robe, looked down at him expressionlessly, and ignored the question.

Lin Wei looked around and found something was wrong, and said embarrassingly, "Okay..."

He closed his eyes again, trying to recall what had happened in the past two days.

From falling asleep on the back of a unicorn...

Lin Wei involuntarily covered his face.

He had apparently slept through the second half of the night, with a sort of lazy relaxation in all his joints, and his palms were dry and soft and warm.

It's a pity that Lin Wei can't feel this kind of warmth now, and he really doesn't want to face his memory directly.

When he was in the hall, all the consciousness he could control was resisting the impact of the goddess' soul fragments, and he was at a disadvantage at the beginning.

In the middle of the night, due to the fear of his consciousness being invaded, he asked to share the same bed with Juanyu, well, that’s fine—when he was in the palace, although his memory was not so clear, he also knew that he was under the influence of the goddess consciousness. Did some extremely childish and shameful things!

At that time, he was like a child who lacked trust, or a girl who was anxious and asked for the assurance and promise of her lover over and over again!

And words like present, past, future...

After Lin Wei finally accepted this fact and told himself that a cold guy like a magician should not take this kind of thing to heart, he planned to get up—although he was still a little dizzy, but he could bear it Degree.

The little prince put on his magic robe slowly, fastened the top silver button, and looked at the familiar environment in the room that made him feel safe and comfortable.

Then, he froze.

He saw a piece of paper stuck high up on the head of his bed in an extremely conspicuous place, the black handwriting was particularly distinct on the slightly yellowed paper:

Juanyu is my dear friend

I will do my best to help him and protect him

and never do anything to hurt him

He is like a child who has discovered a hidden secret, or a cat whose neck has been pinched, turning his stiffened neck with difficulty, looking at the expressionless magician, with a weak voice: " you saw it?"

Duanyu said "um", his voice was clear and cold, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

Lin Wei felt very embarrassed, but the embarrassment didn't last long, and his skin was not very thin, especially since he had already lost someone in the hall before—he now felt that he had no more to face before the judgment. What a shame!

After a short period of discomfort, the little duke quickly thought of a wonderful method that could relieve the embarrassment and make himself happy.

There was a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth, he pulled Juanyu to the desk, took out a piece of paper of the same quality, put a pen on it, raised his head and said to Duanyu: "Since you have seen... …Then you have to write a copy too! If I’m the only one posting it like this, it’s unfair! I don’t think you will refuse to put such a note on your bedside, with me as the main character…”

He originally thought that it would take a lot of talking, and he even had to grind it out, but the magician just thought for a while and replied lightly: "Yes."

They sat together behind the desk, Lin Wei looked at Duanyu and picked up the pen. The tip of the pen touched the paper, paused for a while, and then started to stroke.

Due to his eyes, Juanyu seldom wrote before. There was a trace of imperceptible jerkyness in his handwriting, but it was still very clear and powerful, with a cold air as sharp as Kungunir's silver blade, or The perpetual north wind on the snow mountain ice field.

This kind of indescribable chilling aura is also present in Lin Wei's handwriting, but it is concealed by the aristocratic chain linking and interlacing. Usually it is difficult to see the traces, but now it is compared with the handwriting of the sentence. There is a faint sense of echo.

After all, he comes from a family of martial arts and has spent many years on the battlefield...but this guy is just like this by nature—— Lin Wei looked sideways at Duanyu's face, thinking, if this person's personality wasn't so weak , what should it look like?

No... no, such a person, no matter what kind of personality he changes, is not worthy of such an appearance. He should be a snow-capped mountain and an ice field, without melting, and without the embellishment of flowers or plants.

He just looked at the quiet and serious side face of the magician, a little lost in thought, and didn't come back to his senses until the end of writing.

There are also three lines written on this piece of paper:

Lin Wei is my close companion

I will do my best to be with him and protect him

And will never do anything to make him sad, disappointed

Lin Wei a year ago would never have imagined that the note he wrote with a mood close to a joke would be treated with a completely different mood a year later.

The note written by the decree was pasted on the corresponding position on his bedside. Lin Wei took a few steps back and looked at the two similar notes, as if he had witnessed a ceremony—although it was simple, it still brought There is a little childishness of young people, but still a very solemn ceremony.

Suddenly, he asked: "In the hall...do the words you said still count?"

Juanyu looked at him, his expression didn't change, he just replied, "Forget it."

Lin Wei's eyes moved away uncomfortably after meeting each other. He felt his heart beat faster at that moment, and he could clearly hear the sound.

He thought that he needed some time to think clearly... Some of the emotions that appeared in the second half of the trip in the Dead Marsh were caused by the goddess, and which were caused by himself, or the influence of the goddess' will has not yet Completely disappear.

The atmosphere in the room was a little strange for a while.

Just when Lin Wei was about to say something else, there were footsteps on the stairs outside the door—it sounded like there was more than one person.

"We seem to have forgotten something," Lin Wei suddenly realized, "Daniel said that Mr. Sylvester wanted to see us..."

Well, it has been quite a while since Daniel came in last time, Mr. Dean may have waited unbearably.

Fortunately, they are all fully dressed now——Lin Wei, who was closer to the door, opened it, and it was indeed Mr. Sylvester who came up, with Teacher Adele beside him, and Daniel and Heidi behind.

Mr. Sylvester is not as impatient as Teacher Ansair, his smile is still kind and gentle, without any signs of getting angry: "I am relieved to see that you two have returned safely."

As he spoke, his eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them a few times—then he was attracted by the extremely conspicuous note on the bedside behind them.

The chubby and kind white-robed great magician finished reading the contents of the two notes, and his smile deepened.

Adele also smiled gently, and praised Mr. Sylvester: "Young people's friendship is really enviable."

"That's right," Mr. Dean nodded approvingly: "I heard from Daniel that the eyes of the child from the Ruijinzhigu family have recovered. I originally thought about allowing the two of them to live separately—after all, it was me at the time. Forcibly asking the two to live together, now it seems that there is no need to separate the two lovely young people, but I am too worried."

After listening to the conversation between Mr. Dean and Adele, Daniel's expression was very indescribable.