Dog rolls after divorce

The dog curly spine, who kept his eyes on Qinghe for a moment, immediately seized the opportunity: "Burn!"

The words of the spellcaster are fuel in themselves.

The clown spontaneously ignited in front of Qinghe, bursting out with strange red and green flames.Then, one after another, with it as the center, the flames spread on the split body, without burning to other places at all. It seemed that the clown curse spirit was in another dimension.

Bright red and green flames swept across the amusement park like a whirlwind under the pitch-black curtain that obscured the sky.

If the place full of clowns was like a third-rate thriller before, it is now like a strange story, more treacherous, more secretive, and more thrilling.

Qinghe stood in the eye of the storm, watching the curse spirit die.

Looking into her eyes, facing her, the mask of oil paint is burning, tearing, turning into black ash like charred and scatter.

It's all so beautiful.

Qinghe was lost in the flames.

When she heard the heartbeat for the first time, she thought she was sick. [Miss Qinghe, Miss Qinghe, Miss Qinghe...] She was awakened by the low echoing heartbeat, but she did not dare to move after waking up.

The eyes fixed on her were so substantive, it was hard to say whether it was out of good intentions or malice, but it made Qinghe deeply suffocated.She closed her eyes, counted in secret for a few seconds, and finally heard the light footsteps of leaving.

Qing He opened his eyes with a snap, and the pajamas were drenched in cold sweat.

She stared at the shadow of the tree outside the window for a long while before realizing that it was the voice of her personal maid, Rei Chikusa.

Since then, every night, Qinghe can hear Qian Caoli's late-night visit.She didn't dare to think deeply about whether Qian Caoli had come in the previous night.

But during the day, she is so normal, acting like a respectful and impeccable servant, always reminding Qinghe not to forget the rules that should be there.Only in the dead of night, Qinghe could sense the controlling desire under Chicasa Rei's smiling face from her footsteps and heartbeat.

The puppet silk thread hanging from her fingertips is invisible during the day, and only at night, when no one is around, will it be exposed by a little reflection.

Qinghe understood why the head of the family chose her to be his maid.

She so devoutly believes in the tenets of the Fanchuan family, firmly believes that the Wugou body should look like Wugou, and spares no effort to make Qinghe into what she imagined it should be.

Qinghe began to suffer from insomnia, even if she fell asleep for a short time due to sleepiness, her dreams were full of eyes.The ten-year-old girl became thinner day by day, and Patriarch Fenchuan couldn't find the reason.When he opened his mouth to ask Qinghe, Qinghe replied that he missed his sister.I want my sister to come back from her husband's house to see her.

Everyone in the Fenchuan family knew that Qinghe was very delicate when getting along with his sister—the married Fenchuan Qingsato didn't want to see Qinghe at all when he was in Fenchuan's house.But Chikusa Rei is very protective of Qinghe, protecting her too much, and will contradict Miss Kiyosato every time.

Kiyosato and Chikusa Rei have a bad relationship.Qinghe is very aware of this.

If Kiyosato was called back, Chikusa Rei would look away a little.Move away a little bit.It doesn't matter if you quarrel or sue in front of the Patriarch, as long as you look away a little.

When the ten-year-old Qinghe made that request with his natural cunning, it was not out of kindness at all.

But Qinghe didn't regret it, otherwise she wouldn't have heard her sister's heartbeat at the right time.

Gou Juanji stepped on the embers of the curse spirit and approached Qinghe.The light white coat was illuminated in a swirling red-green.

"Big mustard?"

【Are you okay】

There is also a white jade dog walking together.

Qinghe turned around, the firelight lit by the spellcaster seemed to be still dancing in her eyes.She couldn't help squatting down and scratching Jade Dog's chin.

"nothing and you."

"Dried bonito."

What Goujuanji didn't say was that usually, the speech spirit of this level would have his throat more or less injured, but this time, perhaps because the death mechanism contained in the curse spirit itself was triggered, he didn't spend much magic power And a flame was lit.

"Really." Qinghe approached, and took a closer look at the dog curly spines. The young man's face was fair, without any scars, and his voice was the same as usual, without becoming hoarse.

Lingling is really powerful.

Spells are so much fun.

If Qinghe were to express her feelings, she would probably just say these things over and over again.It was as if the words in his stomach had been burned away by the flames of the spirit of speech, leaving only barren admiration and yearning.

If she's as strong as Gokumaki, she won't have to be afraid to stare at her anymore.

Following step by step during the day, peeping through the paper window at night, and the heart sounds that came together with the prying eyes that made her toss and turn at the beginning of her awakening from mind reading, she no longer has to be afraid of these things.

Although the curse spirit will dissipate completely after exorcising, Qinghe still feels that she is covered in smoke and dust. She pats and beats while walking towards the young conjurer who is asking for help.

"Student, are you okay?"

"No problem. Senior is—"

Is it okay to have such a serious injury?

The long eyelashes were all clumped together with blood.

Qinghe asked herself, she would have cried a long time ago.

Is being a conjurer so miserable?Then she, she should work hard not to be beaten like this.

"They're all at the same level, so there's no need to call them seniors." Qinghe waved his hand, "I'm Fenchuan Qinghe who just arrived, yes, I was recognized as a curse spirit by you just now. You can also guess the spell. The teacher will treat it, but you should wipe the ashes on your face."

"I just stopped it..." Fu Heihui froze for a moment, took Qinghe's handkerchief, and changed the subject, "I haven't enrolled yet. So I'm not at the same level as senior."

real or fake?

Qinghe was completely distracted by the latter sentence.

High School of Conjuration, no, Principal Ye Moth must not be able to do this kind of thing, it must be Teacher Wutiao who did it.

"Does he not let go of those who haven't entered school yet?" Qing He clenched his fists.

"I can handle it."

The black-haired boy was a little embarrassed, and Qinghe realized that his questioning of Mr. Gojo was like doubting the boy's ability.

But directly explaining that her intention is not the case, it seems to be trying to cover up.

Qinghe simply borrowed Gou Juanji's words to comfort her, "If you do this, he will understand how to bully you!"

Dog curly thorn:? ? ?

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Little boy, do you have many question marks

In the recent exam, I can only choose one of the daily and short, and I will be thick and long after I finish the exam (really?