A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

fog.

The sky is full of fog.

flower.

The sky is full of flowers.

powder.

pink flowers.

Powder mist——

Is the fog turning pink?Or is the flower stained with powder and mist?

The powder mist pervading the world... the world shrouded in powder mist.

The pink flowers are indistinct in the mist, looming, seemingly real or false.

The same white mist, the same falling flowers, the same time——

Hey, is this world true or false?

Waking up from a strange dream, Zhimeng was in a trance for a moment.

Looking at the ceiling above, suddenly there was a gushing of heartfelt joy.

He is still, still in the world—

"Weaving Meng, you're awake!"

A familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhimeng froze for a moment, and completely woke up.

"Jay?"

Seeing that he was awake, Xia Youjie heaved a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to him and smiled, "Great, how do you feel now? Does your head still hurt?"

Zhimeng raised his hand slightly, and the boy with the ball head grabbed it and pulled it up easily.

After sitting up, Zhimeng touched his head with the other hand, and smiled at him at the same time: "It doesn't hurt anymore, and I feel good now."

As he said that, he suddenly thought of something, and he hurriedly said, "Sorry, I made a sudden move earlier—Jie, how are you hurt? Is Nitro still okay?"

Zhimeng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have blown up not only the dormitory, but also the classmates... He swore he really didn't do it on purpose!

At that moment, in the half-sleep, he didn't know why he did what he did, and the things that were not under his control, it was like sleepwalking!

... It didn't seem like he was sleepwalking, but he felt a little strange at the time, and he couldn't tell what was going on, but he was sorry anyway!

Being grabbed by Zhimeng's hand, Xia Youjie smiled even wider when he saw the worried and eager face of the other party.

"We're fine, Satoru blocked most of the impact for us before the explosion."

After finishing speaking, looking at Zhimeng's still worried and apologetic eyes, he added: "Besides, we are magicians, it's just an ordinary explosion, and it won't kill us."

This is indeed the case.

It's just an explosion. As long as you protect your whole body with magic power, even if you can't block the entire impact, you can block most of it. If it's bad, even if you are seriously injured, there will be nitrous that can reverse the spell. In short, it is still difficult for conjurers to die.

Zhimeng also came to his senses, heaved a sigh of relief, but still apologized seriously to Xia Youjie.

"Even so, I'm still sorry for what happened before, and I don't know what happened at that time...Maybe I fell asleep?"

In the end, Zhimeng himself was not very sure, but his behavior at that time could only be explained in this way.

But after Xia Youjie heard it, he showed an apologetic expression: "If this is the case, then I should apologize to you. You didn't sleep well before, and we played games to make a noise..."

He and Wu didn't turn off the game sound.

"You were also frightened by Wu and I when you made a sudden move behind..."

It was he who fought with Satoru that affected each other.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that apart from Nitzi, who was innocent and implicated, he and Wu were really self-inflicted when they were bombed.

The apology on Xia Youjie's face suddenly became more real.

"Feel sorry."

Zhimeng listened, and stared at the ball-headed boy for a moment, then suddenly shook hands and laughed together.

"Then we'll be even."

"Well, it's even."

Relaxed, Zhimeng let go of Xia Youjie's hand before he noticed that this was not his dormitory, so where is he now?What about Wu and Nitro?

Xia Youjie noticed his sweeping gaze, and explained: "Wu just went to look for food, Nitzi saw that you were fine, let me guard you and then went back to the dormitory to rest. This is the infirmary, after all, the dormitory was bombed ..."

Hearing Xia Youjie's voice subconsciously lowered after he finished speaking, Zhimeng was silent for a moment, and asked cautiously.

"It's all blown up?"

Xia Youjie nodded heavily.

It's not just completely blown up, the foundation is almost blown away, and the renovation can't be overturned, it can only be rebuilt.

Weaving Meng was silent for a while, but still couldn't help but said: "...the magician's vitality is really strong."

Under the premise that a row of dormitories were all blown up, all his classmates could still survive and look like they were all small scenes, which is really amazing.

Xia Youjie, who was about to comfort Zhimeng not to blame himself, suddenly heard this sentence, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

Should it be said that weaving dreams?The focus is always so clear.

But when it came to the spells, Xia Youjie thought of what Teacher Ye Moth said, and was about to talk to Zhimeng about his spells when he heard the sound of the door being opened.

"Zhimeng woke up, that's just right, let's go on a mission!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly pushed the door open and came in with an excited look on his face.

"This time it's not rubbish. It's said to be a quasi-first-level curse spirit. I can finally move my hands and feet!"

The other two in the infirmary didn't express any opinion on his arrogant speech about using quasi-level one spells to move his hands and feet, but Xia Youjie looked at him with a half-hearted smile.

"Zhimeng just woke up, and you want to let him go on a mission?"

It's still quasi-level one, what if there are any sequelae left behind!

But Zhimeng himself, who was protected by him, dismantled the stage in an instant: "I'm completely fine, let's go and see what the quasi-level one spell spirit looks like!"

Xia Youjie immediately looked at Zhimeng who got out of bed in a second, and his eagerness made his heart ache.

Gojo Wu suddenly burst out laughing: "Look, Zhimeng said he's fine, Jie, if you can't do it, just say so, I'll just go with Zhimeng."

Xia Youjie's hatred was instantly stabilized on the white-haired boy.

Just as he was about to refute back, he heard Zhimeng answer: "It's okay if Jie doesn't go."

"Didn't Jie say last time that those curse spirits are too weak to be subdued? You can think about it this time."

Immediately, Xia Youjie only felt that the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and the smile was always there.

"Ah, then listen to weaving dreams."

Gojo Satoru couldn't laugh anymore, he felt upset instinctively, and then he heard Zhimeng laughing at him.

"Didn't Wu always say that those third- and fourth-level curse spirits are too rubbish, and can't resist a finger of yours? This time, quasi-level one should give you a few more punches to make you happy."

He wanted to see what the quasi-level one looked like, Jie could accept the other party's imperial envoy, Wu could beat the other party to be happy, and to sum it up, everyone would be happy to solve this mission.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru was also happy to hear Zhimeng's speech.

"Then let's go, I can't wait to try the quasi-level feel!"

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My friend had a stabbing pain in the back... Well, there's no such thing.