Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Fuhu, your side is over."

Atreiyu spoke in an affirmative tone, showing that they were familiar with each other, so that the magicians would not be too vigilant about the sudden appearance of Fuhu.

"Well, pretty simple."

Fulong recalled the three curse spirits that were annihilated in happiness, showed a gentle smile, and naturally stretched out his hands to rub the little hunter's hair, and by the way helped him tidy up the fierce quarrel with Graugram just now. messy hair.

Under the baptism of the horrified eyes of Maki and others in the Zen Academy, Atreiu accepted the touch from Fuhu without changing his expression.

The hunter with blue and black braids can only behave so obediently in front of his older companions. Fulong, who always regards himself as an elder brother, has a lot of research on how to be a qualified elder brother. In Grau Graman He and Atleiyu have prestige in their hearts.

"It's Brother Fu Hu!"

As soon as Graugramman recognized Fuhu, he immediately rushed over there cheering. The little hunter took half a step back as usual, watching the white-haired boy calmly catch the big cat that swooped over with a blank expression.

After giving Grauman a pat on the head without discrimination, Fu Hu also replied in a cheerful tone: "Long time no see, Grau, I heard that you are doing well in school."

"Hey, did you even hear about Fu Hu?"

Hearing what Fu Hu said, the little lion immediately stood up happily, his face brimming with pride, but at the same time he was somewhat embarrassed, and humbly reluctantly said: "Actually, not at all, it's just ordinary. "

Fu Hu smiled without saying a word, just silently looking at a certain lion cub who was pretending to be shy. Sure enough, within a few minutes, Grau Graman rescued him.

The little lion looked around, and sneaked close to Fu Hu's ear, as if he was about to discuss something important with the white-haired boy, even his hair turned bright yellow because of nervousness.

Fu Hu also moved over very cooperatively.

"The president also knows? About my performance in school? Tell me quietly, Brother Fuhu."

This should have been whispered, but because a certain lion was too eager to know the result, he couldn't help but yelled out loudly, and even acted coquettishly.

You idiot, we can all hear you.Chanyuan Maki complained in her heart, but it was also because Graugramman yelled out that she paid more attention to the mysterious guardian who was sometimes mentioned by Graugramman.

"The president knew about it a long time ago, and he praised you before, but," Fu Hu glanced at Graugramman's direction with a smile, and successfully made the little lion flinch, "You seem to have run away from home?"

"Yes, not at all." The little lion, who was a little ashamed and turned pink because of being exposed, muttered softly.

"Forget it, that's not the point. When do you plan to go back? Everyone in the story club is looking forward to your return, but if you come to Yokohama during this time, you might be able to see everyone." Said slowly, the tone is still very peaceful.

Hearing his words, Graugramman immediately showed a surprised expression, but it was his classmates who reacted more than him.

Zenyuan Maki doesn't know the specific information of the story club, and her understanding of the president is only limited to the daily bragging of Grau Graman about her guardian.

But according to the current situation, as expected, these two powerful teenagers, together with Graugramman himself, are members of this mysterious organization, which must attract the attention of the female magician.

Moreover, the news that this mysterious organization has all gathered in Yokohama is also very concerning. She remembered that the seniors in the third grade seemed to be sent back temporarily for some reason.

That city has always rejected some outsiders, and this situation seems to have become more serious a while ago. If it is as expected, something big should happen there.

This is the information that needs to be reported to Principal Noctua, Zenyuan Maki made such a judgment without thinking about it for a long time.

But she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have missed something, and only remembered about the Curse Master when she saw Graugramman's sand pile.

Moving the position without any trace, Chanyuan Maki was finally able to clearly see the place where the fake Xia Youjie was buried.

But to her surprise, the place where there should have been a talking brain has become clean at this moment.

"Wait, was that just now?"

The female magician with dark green hair looked in the direction of the white-haired boy and made a questioning voice. It was Fuhu who landed at the place where the brain flower appeared just now. Zenyuan Maki naturally connected the disappearance of the brain flower with Fu Hu.

"That guy," Fu Hu smiled shortly, before regaining his peaceful expression, "Probably you don't need to worry about it."

"It has been buried in the air, flames and blessings." The white-haired boy smiled holy, and his voice was as long and moving as the church's evening bell melting into the sunset, making people want to believe his words involuntarily.

"What?" However, Zenyuan Maki, who had already experienced the lesson just now, had some resistance in this conversation, instead of being fooled like this, she continued to ask.

"Probably sublimation in the physical and spiritual sense." Fulong replied calmly.

The white-haired boy's blood-red eyes were full of calm, as if he was talking about some well-known truth:

"Under the high temperature and my blessing, it is normal to return to the embrace of nature like this."

Zenyuan Maki didn't continue to ask, she was indeed more afraid of this organization in her heart, and she lowered her head and meditated on something.

But Panda saw that Fu Hu and Atreiu wanted to leave, and immediately stopped them politely: "Are you two interested in visiting the college? After all, parents need to come and observe the school's teaching and students' behavior The grades."

"Hey, does the high school still have such activities?" Graugram tilted his head suspiciously, "Has everyone already held a parent-teacher meeting?"

"Yes, right, Maki." Panda Manko winked at the female magician, hinting frantically.

Although Zenyuan Maki didn't know what charade he was playing, she nodded in cooperation.

"It's a pity, but I'm afraid it won't work now. We have something urgent to do." Fu Hu pushed back the invitation with a smile.

"I don't know if I can take the liberty to ask what it is?" The panda had been instructed by the night moth Zhengdao before. Pay attention to this organization.

When facing other members of the story club, Panda inevitably acted a little anxious.

But fortunately, neither Fuhu nor Atreyu would feel unhappy about this level of problems.

"Well, how should I put it?" The white-haired boy frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something very confusing, "I probably need to find a bathroom."

"After all, that kind of sticky thing will still feel a little disgusting even if it uses flames." The white Fulong said jokingly, and turned into a huge white dragon in front of everyone.

"Remember to keep in touch, Grau, Mr. Chiron and the president are very worried about you."

One person and one dragon disappeared into the sky, and everyone in the high school got the information. Except for Grau Graman, who was still foolishly worried about the parent meeting, everyone else was worried and wanted to go back to school.

But at this time, the Germans who were still staying in place seemed a little out of place.

The curly-haired boy who had been emotionally agitated just now was terribly calm at this moment, firmly facing the direction of Fu Hu's departure, with a kind of stubbornness in his eyes.

"The dragon...Mr. Ender's dragon...you have to go back and tell Mr. Goethe."

"This is a request from the group, or an exchange condition."

Ango Sakaguchi carefully took out the secret document from the bag and handed it to Taneda Santouka.

The bald man took the documents from his subordinates, but put them on the farthest part of the desk without looking at them.

"Don't you need to take a look?" Sakaguchi Ango asked involuntarily.

"It's not necessary. You don't need to look to know that the government can't make concessions in this regard. The group's request..." Zhongtian Shantouhuo paused for a moment, showed a sarcastic smile, and snorted softly.

Fitzgerald's appeal is almost known to all, but the Special Ability Secret Service Division doesn't know much about Olin itself, and it is even more impossible to produce that amount of Olin. Now, Olin has almost disappeared in Yokohama.

"Then we should..." Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, the reflective glasses made it difficult to see his eyes clearly, the young black-haired agent asked cautiously.

"It's enough to stand still. There is news from Mafia at the port that they will be responsible for solving it." Taneda Shantouhuo said casually.

The man took a sip of the tea, and the smell of the tea seemed to make him feel better.

"However, if it's a port mafia, then..." Ango Sakaguchi's brows were filled with worry. He wanted to say something, but his chief stopped him by raising his hand.

When he was bored with the always indifferent facial expressions of his subordinates, Taneda Shantou said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, left and right are just a human relationship, besides."

The man paused on purpose, as if he wanted to show off, but seeing that his subordinates were not flattering, Te didn't care too much, and just continued on his own: "It seems that the people from the story club will make a move. It’s better to expose this organization to the sun than to keep them hidden.”

The huge white whale is still suspended high, like a sword of Damoris that is about to fall at any time, hanging over Yokohama.

Everyone, all organizations and forces, all chose to wait. They were stalemate with each other, or they were looking for a possibility to break the situation.

"Here, what do you want to do?"

Leading the strange silver-haired boy to the roof of the mafia building in the port, Nakahara finally couldn't help asking.

Although Mori Ogai did not say to limit the scope of activities of this story club's reinforcements, but the first request was to go to the top of the port mafia building, which is too strange.

The peculiar habit of a certain colleague in the past left a lot of psychological shadow on Zhongya Nakahara, which also made him habitually set off alarm bells in his heart when he saw Ahalai approaching the edge of the roof.

"You don't have any special hobbies, like jumping off?" Nakahara asked suspiciously.

"No, no?" The silver-haired boy lowered his head and said in a low voice, but completely ignored Chuya Chuya's words.

It could be seen that he was a little scared, but he was still walking towards the edge of the roof.

Now that he got the answer, Zhongyuanzhong couldn't say anything, so he shrugged and said lightly: "Then you can just take a look, although I don't think there is anything worth visiting here."

Under normal circumstances, Zhongyuanzhong still respects other people's ideas, but from the time he brought the boy to the rooftop, he had an ominous premonition. It will appear every time the / kill method, which is the reason why he left without leading Ahalai to the top floor.

When the boy's arm reached the fence next to the roof, this ominous premonition finally took effect, and it directly evolved into reality.

Seeing the boy stepping on the railing, the precarious Central Plains almost became irritable and shouted loudly: "Hey! What are you doing!"

The sense of responsibility made Zhong Yuanzhong unable to sit idly by, the orange-haired cadre rushed towards the silver-haired boy, but when he was about to get close, he heard Ahalai, no, maybe it was Schramfen at this time, who was acting unscrupulously He vented his emotions freely, crying and laughing like crazy.

"Finally..." This was a whimper with a crying voice.

"Finally!" This is the maniacal laughter from Yongle.

"Our time is up, our time is up, welcome! Welcome!" The sobbing and laughter seem to be inseparable from each other at this moment. He poured out from the throat of the young boy with wide eyes, as if he had turned into a music box made of sterling silver.

The hem of Ahalai's clothes whistled in the wind on the top floor, and lavender tears slipped from the corners of the boy's eyes, continuously dissolving the iron railings under his feet. These once shiny silver metals decayed at an incredible speed Let the young man standing on top of them sway.

"Hey! You—" Zhongyuan Zhong also watched in astonishment as Ahalai jumped off the railing.

The petite port mafia cadre rushed to the edge of the railing, looked down, and tried to find a way to rescue him.

But the moment he poked his head out, he saw a scene that surprised him to the extreme.

A silver three-person sailboat appeared in front of him.

The smooth air current is the sea on which it sails, and the wind is the elf that drives it forward. Such an extremely gorgeous and exquisite thing should have been a miniature model made by a skilled craftsman and treasured in the collector's mansion.

However, no matter how unimaginable and irrational, this whaling ship, which is much larger and more luxurious than a normal-sized three-masted sailing ship, just appeared in the sky above Yokohama, occupying the entire sight of gravity.

In the chief's office, the shimmering silver light attracted Mori Ogai's attention, and the silver fork in the hand of the blond girl fell to the ground in surprise, but no one cared about it at this time.

"That's true." Mori Ogai suddenly stood up from the seat, looked out of the window, the man's face sank little by little.