She Is Not a Witch Chapter 145: Party curtain call

Just when Lorrain Hill fainted, the others were still watching the night performance in no different way, taking it for granted that the little people flying in the sky were specially arranged by the organizer and acted as a dancer.

But in fact, Luviji herself was a little surprised. She did not arrange this, but this greatly enhanced performance effect. At this time, she is not good to suddenly pause. After all, it is Emenas's annual performance. At the grand gala, not only students from the school, but also people from various countries and organizations came to watch the ceremony. So I can only maintain a natural expression and posture, continue to perform, as if all this is in the plan, showing a confident smile.

Emenas has many powerful presences of Sequence 8, and there are even a few Sequence 9s. However, these transcendent transcendents either happened to be out or stayed inside the academy and did not come to the party. Only one Sequence 9 arrives.

On the podium in the middle of the auditorium, an old man in a black dress looks up at the performance of the sky. He looks very old, the skin on his face looks a little loose, and the deep eye sockets are grayish blue. Dim eyes, but even so, the deep breath of the sea still exudes between the gestures.

Although other people saw gorgeous singers singing in the sky in a carriage, he saw another scene in his eyes.

It seems to be a scene from another world, a city floating in the sky, the earth is green, straight into the sky, towering trees close to the stars, people are wearing silver-white clothes without seams, and the sun and the moon are printed on the back , The dragon came from the starry sky, flapping the giant wings that covered the sun, making the world like night.

He unconsciously wanted to reach out to explore and touch the world, but at this moment he knew in his heart that it was just a phantom, but since it left a shadow, the original object also exists.

Who is showing this to him, and what is the purpose? This is vaguely an illusion of the Twilight Age or the Age of Giants and Dragons.

Just as he was about to take a shot to pull out the leader behind the scenes, one hand was pressed on his shoulder.

As a Sequence 9, he hadn’t noticed it before. Even now, this hand is invisible. Others seem to be empty, and he can’t perceive what is behind this hand. .

But as a transcendent who has lived for hundreds of years, the apex among the human beings, one of the sages, he quickly reacted and spit out a few words in his mouth: "Witch, or holy thing-Karenther?"

A faint and seductive voice sounded softly in his ears. In this way, the sage slowly lowered his hand, and the tension of the nerves was slightly slowed down.

"It's you, huh..."

......

After a long time, this invisible hand left the shoulder of the old man, who no longer paid attention to the performance in the sky, but slowly got up and withdrew from the party.

The performance is still going on, as the golden singer song ends, followed by grand dances, operas, etc., until late at night, the fireworks of the curtain call ceremony rise from afar, blooming in the sky, and a bell in the distance The sound rang, announcing the end of another year and the arrival of a new year.

The students sitting on the bridge looked at the sky full of fireworks, and the smell of gunpowder gradually floated. Some began to put their hands together, closed their eyes and prayed, and made new year's wishes.

"I hope to be promoted to the college I want to go to this year." This is a freshman.

"I want to be one of the'ten crowns'." This is a senior student.

"I hope he can accept my confession." This is the **** girl, Lily.

A girl with short hair sitting on the corner also made a pious wish silently. She closed her jade-like eyes and whispered: "I hope I can become an excellent educator."

"Hope I can be the first in grade too." A blond young man chanted silently in his heart while holding a book, occasionally fireworks rose to light up the cover of the book, revealing a simple name, Jack.

A girl with small horns prayed in a low voice: "I hope everyone can live a happy life."

"I hope Master Phoebe can recover and live for a long time." The blue-haired girl said silently.

"I hope she can be healthy and happy, and always shine with her own brilliance." The girl with golden eyes and green hair sat on the podium, bowing her head to pray.

But there are some students who don’t believe in vain and ethereal prayers.

Frosia hugged the sleepy Rosier, gently stroked her silver hair with her left hand, and then lifted her woven bracelet. The emerald green vines slowly grew, and a white rose came out in full bloom. The refreshing fragrance was placed between Luo Xier's nose and let him sniff slowly.

With the smell of the flowers, Luo Xier's brows gradually stretched, no longer frowning as before, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Frosia breathed a sigh of relief, and straightened the silver-haired **** her knees so that she could lie more comfortably on her lap.

"The way I fell asleep, it's very behaving and doesn't move."

Although Lorraine Hill is not naughty at ordinary times, she is a bit reserved after all, and will not easily fall into someone's arms to sleep. This is also the first time Frosia saw this friend fall asleep~IndoMTL. com~Under the small nose are pale pink lips like mountain cherry, and the face is soft and serene. In weekdays, the competition is very powerful, but the body is as soft as cotton when hugged.

As the party ended, the students began to leave the bridge and return to the dormitory in twos and threes.

Two young girls in white skirts with light green patterns approached Frosia. Although they looked at the clothes from the senior year of the Walled City Academy, they looked very respectful. They looked at Fu who was holding the silver-haired girl. Rosia asked in a low voice.

"Miss Seven, the party is over, what can I tell you?"

Frosia looked at the dwindling crowd, and said, "Call a magic locomotive over so I can send Rosie back."

"Okay, but we don't know where Miss Rosier lives."

"Huh? Don't you know that?" Frosia raised her head curiously. As a lady of the Lansworth family, her own power in the school and the intelligence shared between the green nobles unexpectedly No one knows where Rocher lives?

"...Then send it to where I live." After thinking a little bit, Frosia ordered.

"Okay."

The two senior girls slowly stepped back, feeling a little fortunate. Fortunately, Miss Rosier is a girl. If she changes to a boy, Frosia will bring her back to her residence. They must be subordinates. It is accountable.

The cold moonlight is shining on the water, and there is a sound of river flowing under the bridge. The creatures with muddy eyes almost want to turn over and rush out of the water, but they are slowly comforted by unknown existence until one A magic locomotive drove slowly from the side of the bridge, carrying a group of people and slowly disappearing into the dark night. These distorted creatures gradually stopped, closed their eyes again, and sank to the bottom of the river.