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

In the amusement park, the three of Zhimeng took a ride on the carousel, asked the staff to take a photo, and then went to ride the exciting roller coaster.

After the three of them got out of the car, Qi Qi said that they didn't have the excitement of sitting on Jie's mantra/flying directly/riding the mantra to drive.

Then, they entered the haunted house again.

A haunted house at night is more eerie than daytime.

But for the three Dreamweavers whose daily job is to solve all kinds of ugly and terrifying spells, a haunted house that only relies on props and staff is not enough.

As a result, the hard-working staff not only failed to scare the three teenagers, but were surprised by their unique showmanship.

After the prank, the three of them walked out of the haunted house talking and laughing, and finally set their sights on the constantly rotating Ferris wheel——

"Jie, Wu, let's go ride the Ferris wheel!"

Zhimeng looked up at the tall Ferris wheel, with some excitement in his expression: "Looking down from the highest point, the scenery must be very good!"

In this regard, Gojo Satoru directly pulled him towards the Ferris wheel: "Then let's go."

Xia Youjie who followed behind even said: "Does Zhimeng like the scenery from high places? I can take you to the sky to take a look."

Zhimeng thought about it, and replied: "It's not so much that I like the scenery at a high place, it's better to say that I like the moment when I climb to the top."

The long-haired boy turned his head, smiled and made an analogy: "Just like fireworks, the moment when it blooms is the most beautiful."

Behind him, Xia Youjie's smile was slightly suffocated. He thought of Zhimeng who had been sleeping in the crystal coffin at a young age—the fear deep in his heart swarmed again, and he couldn't help but grasp the smiling face in front of him. , but it seems that it will disappear in the next second, unable to grasp the wrist of the person.

"...No! Absolutely not!"

Zhimeng who was caught suddenly:? ? ?

Confused.

Gojo Satoru, who was pulling him forward, also stopped, and lowered his head to meet Shang Zhimeng's eyes, as if he was extremely dissatisfied, but spoke very solemnly.

"What's so good about fireworks? I like them. A moment is too short. Of course, I have to like things that can last for a long time, such as me!"

"Aren't I more beautiful than fireworks and last longer!"

Weaving Dream is really dumbfounded, some don't understand how the firework that is just an analogy can rise on a person? !

Before he could figure out how to deal with it, Xia Youjie also approached him and looked down at him with a melancholy and stubborn expression.

"Zhimeng, isn't the relationship between us more beautiful than fireworks?"

So are the two related?

Zhimeng looked at the two of them, again in a daze.

He is really right, sometimes Jie and Wu are really difficult to understand, they don't understand what they mean at all.

And——Dream Weaving politely refused: "Aren't we going to ride the Ferris wheel?"

Is this going too far?

So let's get back to business!

The two teenagers with one black and one white hair lowered their heads slightly, and just stared at the long-haired boy opposite. The sunglasses and squinted eyes blocked their eyes, and their expressions became unpredictable in an instant, making it impossible to guess at all. Express the thoughts of the two at this time.

But even so, the scorching, aggressive, and unignorable gaze from the opposite side still made Zhimeng shudder, as if he was being watched by some dangerous existence for no reason.

The body froze in place almost instantly, Zhimeng used a lot of self-control to turn around and run away without following the instinct, looking pale and blankly at the two silent people in front of him.

"What, what's wrong?"

Why do you suddenly feel that Jie and Wu are dangerous in front of you? ? !

Thoughts coincidentally turned around in the dangerous zone, the two withdrew their powerful curse pressure and restored their smiles.

Gojo Satoru continued to lead him forward: "It's nothing, aren't we going to ride the Ferris wheel? Let's go."

Xia Youjie smiled and held his other hand: "As long as Zhimeng likes it, you can sit for a few times, and we will accompany you."

During the few seconds of silence, it seemed as if something had happened, and it seemed as if nothing had happened, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.

I can't figure out their thoughts at all, and the brain circuits are not on the same channel. I didn't understand what happened just now until I got on the Ferris wheel.

But seeing the gradually rising scenery outside the Ferris wheel, Zhimeng, who couldn't figure it out, simply stopped entangled and watched them gradually move away from the ground seriously, admiring the scenery at different heights.

Beside him, one left and one right in tacit understanding, even on the Ferris wheel, they never let go of him. The two did not look at the outside scenery, but as if they couldn't get enough of it, they focused on Zhimeng in the middle. .

The line of sight of the two is really impossible to ignore, not to mention that Zhimeng's five senses are particularly keen, so after admiring the scenery outside, there is no way to continue admiring it.

"So—" Glancing at the two people around him, Zhimeng turned to face them face to face, and asked with a rare feeling of tiredness.

"Jie and Wu, what happened to you today?"

Is it because the wine is still awake?That sake has so much stamina?Is it still affecting the brain after so long? ? ?

To tell the truth, if it wasn't for the fact that the spell power breath on the two of them didn't change at all, Zhimeng would even wonder if someone had dropped his friends!

Really... It's an indescribable feeling, it's really weird Jie and Wu!

There was a moment of silence inside the Ferris wheel, and slowly climbed to the highest point in the silence, but Zhimeng was in no mood to watch the scenery at the moment of climbing to the top, and now he just wanted to understand what happened to Jie and Wu.

Did they drink fake wine? !

"Weaving dreams."

The white-haired boy on the left suddenly reached out to hug him, bent down and put his chin on his shoulder, leaving only his fluffy white head in front of his eyes.

Zhimeng, who was hugged tightly, heard his muffled voice.

"Weaving Dream, I had a nightmare."

Xia Youjie, who was about to pick him up, paused for a moment.

"I dreamed, Zhimeng, you... you are dead."

Subconsciously, Xia Youjie thought of the day when he learned the news of Zhimeng's death from his family's nitrate.

What kind of absurdity is that?

It was like the sun rising and setting, and the earth stopped spinning—it was unbelievable, and scary, and frightening.

Xia Youjie couldn't control the chills all over his body for a while, and just froze in place.

Zhimeng asked curiously, "Did Wu cry for me?"

When a normal person hears someone say that you are dead, even if they don't scold the other person, they will ask about the cause of their death.

Unlike Weaving Dreams, he ignored these directly, and instead only asked the other party whether he was crying or not, which was a meaningless question.

After all, what's the use of crying?Tears could not bring Zhimeng back to life, but instead became a representative of incompetence.

Xia Youjie wanted to hook his lips into a smile, but found that he could only draw a self-deprecating arc.

After Zhimeng's death, he and Wu, the two strongest magicians, became the two most incompetent and powerless people in the world!

"I'm crying~" The white-haired boy just rubbed Zhimeng's neck like this, and his tone was elongated coquettishly.

"But Zhimeng doesn't even get up to comfort me, it's too much~"

Zhimeng's neck was itchy from being rubbed by him, and she couldn't help laughing: "Because I died in Wu's dream, of course I won't get up to comfort Wu."

The smiling words of the long-haired boy seemed to turn into a sharp knife, piercing into the heart of the white-haired boy, and he couldn't reply for a while because of the pain.

Then, he felt his head being gently touched: "But, that's just a dream."

He heard Weaving Dream's tone and said briskly: "The dean's mother said before that many dreams are opposite to reality. You dream that I am dead, but in reality I am alive and well!"

He raised his head and smiled brightly at Xia Youjie: "Didn't Wu Hejie say before that he would protect me?"

The sincere and trusting words of the long-haired boy turned into sharp knives again, stabbing hard into the hearts of the two of them.

Yes, they said they were protecting it, but... Zhimeng was still lying there in the end!

At this moment, the Ferris wheel fell to the ground.

Having completed today's schedule perfectly, it was past ten o'clock at this time, Zhimeng yawned and suggested that it was time to go back to the college to sleep.

Wutiaowu and Xia Youjie had no objections, so they wanted to stop the car to take them back to Gaozhuan, but Zhimeng stopped them.

The long-haired boy suddenly thought: "Is Jie's flying curse spirit still there? Why don't we take that curse spirit back!"

It's just late at night, as long as they fly higher, no one will find them!

Xia Youjie certainly wouldn't refuse him, and after a little thought about the magic spirits he had that could take them flying, he decisively released them.

Finding an empty alley, the three of them rode on the Flying Mantra and flew towards Gaozhuan.

Flying in the air at night, the wind whizzed by, brought an extra exciting feeling to the three people who were sitting on the spell without any protective measures.

And taking the empty road, not as winding and winding as the road on the ground, the curse spirit flew straight towards the remote high school, and under Xia Youjie's control, he quickly brought the few people on his back to the boys' dormitory outside.

Getting off the curse spirit, Zhimeng praised without hesitation: "Jie's technique is really easy to use, it's great!"

Wujo Wutiao, who followed down, clicked his tongue unhappily, but looked at Zhimeng who was happy, but didn't say anything after all.

Xia Youjie accepted the compliment with a reserved smile, and casually rolled the curse spirit into a ball and was about to send it to his mouth.

"Wait, Jie." Weaving Meng took his hand, and reminded him while he looked over suspiciously.

"Eat the candy first and then swallow the curse spirit."

This will make it easier to swallow.

Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment.

That's right, when Zhimeng is still there, he has always carried the special candy made by Zhimeng on his body, just to relieve him of the pain of swallowing the curse spirit.

"Ah, I almost forgot."

With a dazed look on his face, he reached into his pocket, and Xia Youjie touched the familiar yet unfamiliar candy wrapper.

He took out one and peeled it off, put it in his mouth, feeling the cool sweet taste in his mouth, looking at Zhimeng in front of him, Xia Youjie felt an unspeakable sense of happiness for a moment.

He raised his head and swallowed the spell easily.

On the other side, Gojo Satoru has already entered the dormitory with Zhimeng in his arms.

Turning on the lights in the corridor of the dormitory, Zhimeng saw the big packaging bag at the door of his dormitory at a glance, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Who let it go?

Zhimeng walked in and took a look, and saw the post-it note on the packaging bag——

For weaving dreams:

If you have a headache, drink some honey water, eat some fruit, and have a good rest~

The family enters the nitrous and stays.

After reading the post-it notes, and then glanced at the canned honey in the big packaging bag, as well as the red cherries and a bunch of purple grapes, Zhimeng couldn't help showing a happy smile.

"It's from Nitzi, Nitzi is so considerate."

Tomorrow, we must thank Nitzi well. Thinking of this, Zhimeng turned around and invited the two people who followed behind him instead of going back to his dormitory.

"Jie, Wu, let's have a cup of honey water together before going to sleep?"

It just happened to let Jie and Wu, who seemed to have not yet sobered up, sober up, and stop being so weird and scary.

The two who didn't want to be separated from Zhimeng naturally agreed with their mouths, followed up in Zhimeng's dormitory, drank a glass of honey water each, and shared the fruit sent by Nitro, before saying good night to Zhimeng reluctantly.

"Good night~"

Zhimeng smiled and waved to the two, then closed the door.

Outside the door, watching Zhimeng close the door, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie put away their smiles at the same time, and looked at each other with complicated expressions.

"Is this a dream?"

"It's so real."

"This is true!"

As if confirming something, Gojo Satoru lifted off his sunglasses, revealing those blue and cold six eyes, and the spell power all over his body boiled with the thoughts of his master.

"Jie, let's go hunting and kill the crisis now."

Xia Youjie naturally understood what he meant, but there was one more important thing now.

"Hunting takes time to find, how long can we stay here? Don't end up in vain."

The black-haired ball-headed boy opened his phoenix eyes that were narrow and narrow, and the purple eyes stared at the white-haired boy quietly.

"We need to be prepared."

A preparation that, even if they don't succeed, can wake them up in the past and implement it.

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As long as the crisis is nipped in the cradle, we can live forever.