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It had been snowing for a long time, and after cleaning himself up, Zenyuan Shier changed into clean clothes.

He has a very eye-catching face. After dressing up like this, Meikoin thinks that he can almost debut as an idol.

It's a pity that the owner of this face is Chanyuan Shier, and Chanyuan Shier has a mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, Mingguangyuan couldn't help wondering if he wanted to make trouble again.

But as Shier is one of the few friends in the Chanyuan, perhaps the only one friend, most of the time, Mingguangyuan thinks Shier is a pretty good guy.Although he doesn't seem like a good person, he seems to have a natural ability to attract others.

Zenyuan Shier packed up and threw a set of kimonos to Mingguangyuan.

"Put on and go," he said.

Mingguangyuan was confused: "What are you going to do?"

Zenyuan Shier showed a disgusted expression: "Today is the Obon Festival, don't you even remember this?"

Whether it is for ordinary people or magicians, the Obon Festival is a day worthy of vigilance.On this day, ordinary people remember their ancestors, and the mantra power generated by various traditional sacrificial activities dissipates unconsciously. This is also the most active day of mantra spirits every year.

On this day, each family will send out combat forces to guard the safety of ordinary people.The person sent this year is Zenyuan Shier. Although he has no magic power, he is said to be able to harm the magic spirit after using the magic tool.

No one has ever verified this, just as no one knows how Shill, who has no magic power, can see the spirit.

Conjurers with spells are not in the mood to care about how wild monkeys with 0 spells fight, that's all.

Zenyuan Shier casually messed up the neckline that Mingguangyuan had arranged.When Mingguangyuan was thinking wildly, he grabbed Mingguangyuan and said, "Let's go."

The snow soon stopped.

No matter how you look at it from any angle, the snowfall in summer is too bizarre, which makes Meiguangyuan a little worried.

Mingguang Institute searched on the mobile phone, and a lot of news popped up on the search interface. He clicked on one of them at random. Because of pollution and environmental damage.

Mingguangyuan always felt that this kind of statement was a bit weird. He showed the search interface of the mobile phone to Zenyuan Shier, who only glanced at it and threw the phone back.

Mingguangyuan hurriedly caught it: "Don't throw it around, what if it breaks, this is my new mobile phone!"

Zenyuan Shi'er was expressionless: "The snow is not because of that Nina at all."

Mingguangyuan didn't expect this: "But what they said about the abnormal cooling of the ocean current and the Pacific Ocean sounds very reasonable..."

Zenyuan was helpless, he grabbed a little snow from the side of the road and threw it at Mingguangyuan.Mingguangyuan was smashed into a dazed face, but driven by his competitive spirit, he quickly fought back.

Zenyuan Shier didn't even bother to hide - this kind of aim simply couldn't hit him.But throwing a snowball at him is something you can't even think about.

Zenyuan Shier grabbed the snowball and showed a gentle smile to Mingguangyuan.Mingguangyuan subconsciously wanted to run, but Zenyuan Shier grabbed him with one hand, and snowballs hit him all over his head.

When Zenyuan Shier let go of him, Mingguangyuan still had lingering fears.Mingguangyuan shook off the snow from his body - he was almost buried by Shi Er just now.

Mingguangyuan and Zen Yushier continued to walk on the road.He didn't feel it just now, but if he still doesn't feel anything abnormal now, then he is really stupid.

There is magic in the snow.

No wonder I didn't see any curse spirits along the way.You must know that there are so many curse spirits in the Obon Festival that in many cases even ordinary people who cannot see the curse spirits will be aware of them, so there are those "spiritual events".

But after this snow, many weak curse spirits were exorcised.Without those low-level spell spirits, Mingguangyuan felt as if the air had become much fresher.

He took it for granted: "I don't know which magician did it, but it can even change the weather. It's really amazing."

Zenyuan Shier really felt that this guy from Mingguangyuan was out of his mind this time: "Are you an idiot? This wasn't done by a magician, it was made by a magician."

Mingguangyuan opened his eyes wide: "Curse spirit!?"

He still wanted to say something, but he saw Zenyuan Shier made a "silence" gesture.

In the distance, two people came over.Meiguangyuan and Shier hid in the shadow of the building, they didn't make a sound, they just looked at the two people from a distance.

The older ones hold the hand of the white-haired child.The white-haired child looks to be only six or seven years old, and he has the reservedness that can only be found in a pampered person.

Mingguangyuan watched the two of them walking past.I couldn't help but click on my system, poked the little blue dot representing the child on the small map, trying to get the system to tell him some information.

The system has no such function, and of course nothing is said.

But the child suddenly looked at him.

Maybe it was looking at him, maybe it was looking at Shier.

At that moment, Meiguangyuan was immersed in the feeling of being spied on, unable to move.Although it was just an ordinary glance, Meiguangyuan couldn't help but tremble.

After the two people left, Chanyuan Shier whispered to him.

"That's the Six Eyes of the Gojo family."

This is the first time that Mingguangyuan saw Zenyuan Shier showing such a complicated expression.

The two were silent for a long time.

Mingguangyuan looked at the pitiful three-level word representing the level in the game system, and even this and the third level were the level obtained by the wool of the scorpion.

Meikoin doesn’t know much about the Six Eyes of the Gojo family, but the feeling of being spied on is really terrifying—as if there is no secret at all from the body to the heart, and everything is seen by the other party Be clear.

That's obviously a child.

For the first time, Mingguangyuan felt the horror of the magic world.Because the level is too low, Mingguangyuan, who has not even unlocked the basic functions of the game system, feels a deep sense of powerlessness.

System, I'm so weak.Mingguangyuan thought so in his heart.

There was no response from the cold system, Mingguangyuan could only continue walking forward with Shier.

Zen Yuan Shi Er suddenly said: "Ji Shang Yuan, this is the first time I was found standing behind others."

Mingguangyuan didn't even have the strength to correct his wrong address, he was very frustrated: "I know what you want to say. I'm holding you back..."

Zenyuan Shier suddenly said: "But that's just a six-eyed eye."

He seemed to be convincing himself.

Zenyuan Shierruo pointed out: "It's not that the clearer you can see, the better. Sometimes, seeing too clearly is a kind of drag."

Mingguangyuan thought for a while and understood: "Just like playing a game, when there are too many special effects, it will be difficult to see the boss with the highest picture quality. After turning off some special effects, you can see it more clearly."

Zenyuan Shier replied casually: "Almost."

After thinking for a while, he said, "And if you keep running the highest supper like this, the graphics card will burn out."

Mingguangyuan was thoughtful.

The conjurer has the fighting style of the conjurer, and he has his own fighting style.

When the two of them actually walked to the festival site of the Obon Festival, those messy spirits had been cleaned up.This is the first time Meiko-in has seen the dance at the festival from the perspective of a conjurer.

The conjurer wearing a ghost mask held a wishing vessel in his hand and danced slowly.The water-like mantra flowed from his body, layer by layer like ripples on the surface of the water.

The mantra was very weak, but as he danced, the weak mantra repeatedly washed the surrounding air, and the negative emotions hidden in the crowd were thus purified.

Mingguangyuan asked Shier curiously: "Is this also a spell?"

Zenyuan Shier simply replied: "Maybe, but such a restrictive, slow-moving, low-intensity spell has no practical significance at all."

His answer is also reasonable.

But Mingguangyuan still felt that such spells were beautiful.

Maybe it's because of the contagious atmosphere, maybe it's because I watched it with Zenyuan Shier.

He turned around and said to Shier of the Zen Academy, "Let's come and see it next year for the Obon Festival."

Zenyuan Shier muttered what's so good about such a time-wasting thing, but he still agreed: "Yeah."