Pure love, Sipi, the god of war, she is alive

The Kingdom of Morocco, as a coastal Arabian country in the northwest of Africa, has a dry and hot summer climate similar to that of the Mediterranean coast. The surface temperature under the scorching sun is still in an unbelievable way despite the people who are already suffering from unbearable heat. The situation of blocking, slowly rising.

Morocco, Chawen, 6:00a.m.

Compared with the human beings who are sleepy in spring and summer, the birds awakened by the morning light have already begun to sing in the morning. Lazy humans in an air-conditioned room.

Of course, birds that live happily in a monochromatic environment will not understand that humans—especially teenagers, have unique biological clocks unique to their age group.

The specific manifestation is that from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the morning, they are entangled with their quilts, and they are inseparable. At [-]:[-] noon, under the protest of the hunger in their stomachs, they get out of the quilts slowly. After being active for two hours in the afternoon, at around two o'clock in the afternoon, they were entangled again by the tiredness that had eroded into the flesh and blood like tarsal maggots, and enjoyed another two or three hours of rendezvous with Zhou Gong in the sweet afternoon.

What?You ask that they sleep most of the day, so where is their active time?

—Of course, it was the moment when night fell.

Teenagers who wantonly squander their youth seem to have inexhaustible energy at night. Their brain cells start to activate, their adrenaline secretion accelerates, their limbs warm up, and they start their carnival in the upside-down day and night routine.

This seems to be a truth shared by teenagers all over the world, no matter where they live or what their profession is.

Naturally, this also includes magicians.

For the fourth time, Miguel put down his hand knocking on the door and sighed inaudibly.

He has reminded Yi Gu to pay attention to his schedule more than once... Although it is said that the curse spirit is more likely to appear at night due to its own characteristics, but that is not the reason for him to completely subvert the schedule.

Yi Gu didn't return to the hotel until almost three o'clock last night.

It is not difficult for Miguel to imagine that if he knocked on the door of Otoko Yuta's room at six o'clock in the morning to wake him up from his sleep, he would face a special spell filled with black energy from getting up division.

Don't ask, just read it.

Last time I accidentally woke up Yota Oto, the consequence... Miguel felt his right arm start to ache again.

Although it is said that Miguel is on the surface guiding Yota Oto, but both of them know who is dominant in this relationship.

It was Yi Gu Youtai who was [monitoring] him.

Watch him... a person who used to belong to Xia Youjie's enemy camp. If there is any sign of something wrong with Miguel, the super magician next to him is the guillotine around his neck.

Otherwise, why do you think he has to be so restrained, and he has to muster up the courage to wake up Yi Gu Youtai.

There is no way, Xia Youjie was defeated in the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk incident last year, and as a prisoner of the defeated camp, of course he has no human rights.

If possible, Miguel didn't want to wake up Yi Gu.

——But the task is really too late.

What else can he do?Looking at the repeatedly flashing message boxes on the communicator and the urging notifications, a tricky spell appeared on the border of Shawen City. Didn’t this mean that the local magicians had no other way, so they came to ask Yigu Youtai for help.

Morocco is not a big country, and the local conjuration institutions in Shawen City are also very poor. There are three or two conjurers, and they are all low-level ones.

...Well, there is a reason for waking up Yi Gu this time. Although Yi Gu woke up a bit angrily, he is a person who can tell right from wrong.

OK, knock!

"Boom boom boom——"

The thick door panel rattled, and the decibel seemed to be louder in the clean morning.The boy lying on the white quilt frowned, made a nasal sound, and pressed the pillow on the side of his face, trying to block his ears.

"Boom boom boom——"

The instigator who tried to break the tranquility of the boy was still knocking out the noise persistently. The soft pillow couldn't block the excessive decibels, and the sound of knocking on the door was like a thorn piercing his eardrum, and then messed up his brain.

After realizing that the noise had not stopped, the boy opened his eyes irritably.

The low air pressure that was forcibly awakened rose from his body, covering his blue eyes, adding a layer of gray mist for no reason.

He lifted the quilt expressionlessly, sat firmly on the edge of the bed, and remained silent for a few seconds like a stone sculpture.

There are already shouts outside: "Yi Gu? Are you awake? There is a mission!"

"...Understood." He said weakly, using the magic power to amplify the sound wave, passing through the door panel, so that people outside the door could clearly catch it.

Yi Gu Youtai glanced at the time on the phone, and the low pressure on his body became heavier.

six o'clock in the morning.What hell time is this.

He seems to have fallen asleep at three o'clock last night.

In other words... one night, he only slept for three hours.

"Alas..." I can't blame myself for being listless.

After washing up, letting the cold water splash on his face, he finally stimulated himself to wake up a little bit.

He picked up the cloth bag, yawned, and met Miguel outside the door.

"Where is the mission location?"

Miguel: "The eastern border of Shawin City."

Yi Guyoutai nodded, rubbed his sore eyes: "What about the level of the curse spirit?"

"Four first-level spell spirits. The local magicians in Shawen City have already gone to deal with them, but the losses were heavy..." Miguel looked down at the message.

"it is good."

.........

Is he dying?

He has just been promoted to a first-level conjurer...is he about to die in this battle?

In front of him are his two juniors, both of whom have just been promoted to the second level, and it is impossible for them to resist so many first-level curse spirits.

But they are still resisting, in order to protect him who is already seriously injured and dying, in order to delay time...waiting for the arrival of rescue.

In a daze, he seemed to hear their cries, they asked him to hold on, not to die...he didn't want to die, and he didn't want to leave them either.

But he really couldn't hold it anymore.Lost too much blood, the body has gradually become cold and unconscious...

In his situation, even if rescue could arrive, he might be helpless.

He closed his eyes with regret, and said his last goodbye in his heart.

Sorry, I can only go one step ahead of you.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds... Huh?

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, filled with disbelief.

The pain has stopped, and the body is recovering...

The wound is healing at an extremely fast speed.

He raised his right hand in a daze, but it wasn't as bloody as he had imagined, it was intact except for some blood stains.

"how can that be?"

What kind of incredible ability is this to quickly heal serious injuries? !No, no... He remembered that there seemed to be such a technique in the magic world that could quickly heal trauma.

Reverse spell.

He always thought that it was a technique that only existed in legends.

After wiping off the blood clots that blocked his vision, the young man finally saw clearly the boy who was treating him.

Black hair and blue eyes, Asian facial features, looks only ten years old...

Asian.He heard that a foreign conjurer had come to his country, but because he was in a hurry to go out on a mission, he didn't have time to hear it all, and he didn't know what level it was.

But no matter what level it is, being able to cast a reversal spell is a very special talent...

The boy is here to heal his wounds, but what about those curse spirits?

The young man suddenly turned his head, only to see that his two juniors had been rescued, and the remaining first-level curse spirits were completely restrained by a dark-skinned magician.

"It's amazing..." he murmured.With only one person's strength, can he contain so many first-level curse spirits at the same time?

"Okay." The young man's clear voice brought him back to his consciousness. Before the young man had time to thank him, he saw him walking towards his two juniors and continued to heal their injuries.

Yi Gu thought about the time, and shouted to Miguel who was not far away: "Just hold on for a while, just one minute, and leave it to me later."

Miguel: "Okay!"

The youth was stunned.

Because they shouted in English, so he can understand.

But now he suspects that something is wrong with his hearing.

Does that boy know what he's talking about?Give it to him later? ?

Those are four first-level curse spirits!

I see that you are very proficient in using the reversal technique, aren't you a professional therapist? ?

1 minute passed quickly, Yigu Youtai stood up, and made a gesture to run towards the curse spirit.

"Wait a minute!" The young man yelled anxiously, "This is too dangerous, let me join the battle!"

Then, he saw the young man looking back, the bloody wind brushed his hair, adding a bit of tranquility, the young man under the sun had his eyebrows raised and his smile was picturesque.

He said, "No need."

The next moment, Yi Gu drew his knife.

Miguel jumped out very quickly.

Almost at the same time, a cold light flashed past, and the four curse spirits were like tofu, powerless to resist, and they were all cut into smooth flat pieces.

In an instant...it was gone.

The three local conjurers were stunned.

Miguel hissed in fright: "I said, Yi Gu, don't you want to chop me off?" If he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have been cut into tofu too!

Yi Gu pursed his lips and smiled, very kindly: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand."

Fine.Miguel bets.

This guy is definitely, definitely holding a grudge against him for waking him up at six in the morning!

Fortunately, there are these unlucky curse spirits who replaced him as the target of Yi Gu's anger.

"Okay. Let's go back to work." Yi Gu put the knife in the cloth cover, carried it behind his back, and yawned again, "Then go back to the tavern to catch up on sleep..."

Miguel: "...just as long as you are happy."

The two foreign magicians drifted away, leaving only three local magicians, watching them in a daze.

The young man is still reminiscing about that shocking knife just now.

This strength, at the very least, has a special level, right?

——Which country’s special grade went to Morocco? !