She Is Not a Witch Chapter 140: The teenager and the ghost
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After the college competition was over, the dean of Bridge Piers College personally presented the award to him. This old man with white hair and sideburns is still strong. Wearing a thick armor and cloak, he pressed one hand on Dahl, who was almost unable to stand. On the west shoulder, gray pupils looked at the bruised young man.
"Very good, very good."
He only said these few words. The old general put the crown in his hand on Dulce’s forehead. The crown was shaped like a sword pointed at the sky, but the sword in the middle was exceptionally strong. Straight and long, with diamond-shaped gems inlaid in the middle.
"Dulce!"
"Dulce!"
"Dulce!"
At first it was the cheers of a few students, then all the students of Bridge Pier, and finally all the students of Emenas.
Perhaps before, Dulce was just a not-so-famous student, but tonight everyone re-acquainted this young man with the steel-like muscles on his shoulders and back, and the weirdness of his wrists and ankles due to overtraining. And deformation, both show their years of hard work and diligence.
The students cheered not only for Dulce’s victory, but for his hard work. Many students present have worked hard to varying degrees, but not every time they pay is rewarded, anxiety and loss are often filled with hearts.
But today, Dulce told these students with tangible actions and achievements that sweat and effort are not meaningless, and blood and resources cannot define everything. Although every step is small, it also has its own unique meaning. The so-called tower of victory is not sudden, but is made up of countless small stones.
In the cheering crowd, Jack also stood up with his companions. This time he did not continue to bury his head in the books, but closely watched the student wearing the crown on the stage.
I wish I could be like him.
The emotions surging in my heart include envy, jealousy, warmth and admiration.
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After the awards ceremony of the college competition ended, the students gradually disappeared. Some seniors fly away directly, while other students who are not good at flying queue up and wait quietly for the lift.
"Yeling, wake up." Lorrain Hill shook the little guy who was asleep on his knees, then watched her slowly wake up by rubbing her eyes.
"What's the matter, Sister Lorrain, ha~" She yawned, seemingly still not full, stretched her waist greatly.
"Get up, the game is over." Lorrain Hill pinched the little guy's waist, made her tremble, and then let out a giggle.
"I, I got up." The body quickly sprang up, and then jumped out of Lorrain Hill's arm range, Eidolon trot a few steps on the vacant steps before turning back, and the long double pony tails swept over. Vimiya on the side was then grabbed by him.
"Let go, Sister Vimiya~" Eidolon begged for mercy, and was lifted directly by Bumansha behind.
"You finally woke up and pressed someone else's knees all night." Bumansha grabbed Eidolon firmly so that it could not move.
"Woo, I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it next time." Although Eidolon is good, most of his peers can't beat her, but Bumansha is an exception, who can easily bring her down every time.
"Haha, Little Eidolon finally met the nemesis." Lily made a face to Eidolon from the side, and then laughed.
In this way, the eight girls in the two dormitories stood on the stands where the snowflakes were gradually falling, talking quietly, and there were a few laughs from time to time, quietly waiting for the crowd in front of the elevator to gradually disperse.
The next day during the day.
After thinking about it for a while, Lorrain Hill decided to visit the injured Ling Xin, of course, he had to pay attention to the change of identity.
The place for the injured students to recuperate and treat their injuries was in the Qingquan Palace of the Temple College. After inquiring clearly, Lorrain Hill returned to the independent hut and changed into the long skirt worn by Lacey in the past. The white is On the main dress, the waist and skirt are decorated with stars and hollow patterns, which are elegant and delicate.
Passing through the corridor under the sun and the courtyard with clear spring water, a silver-haired Lorrainhill walks in the palace. From time to time, students in black and white uniforms and the staff of the temple can be encountered on the road.
Because she was afraid that the other party would not recognize her, she didn't wear the pendant and glasses given by Teddes today, but visited with her original appearance.
The sun shines on the soft and dreamy face, and under the silver hair are blue and transparent eyes like the sky. Accompanied by his steps, the white shoes with slender legs stepped on it, as if in people’s hearts Passing by, brought ripples and ripples.
"Who is that girl?"
"So beautiful."
"Is this an angel?"
......
The whispered talks and discussions are accompanied by curious gazes. From time to time, she sneaks in, making Lorrain Hill feel helpless in her heart. If she knew she would wear her glasses first, and then take it off. It’s just that the people here Quite a few, rash changes in appearance may cause greater concern and riots.
Let’s do this first. She quickened her pace, turned a few corners, and asked about the location of Lingxin.
"Hello, can you ask the student who was injured in the college competition yesterday in Na?" Lorrain Hill asked a nun in a black uniform.
"Are you going to visit them? Please go over there." The nun pointed a direction.
"Thank you."
Lorlandhill walked to the other side. This side is a corridor in the palace, with gems blooming light above his head, illuminating the ground, and next to it are doors of rooms with the room number written on them, you can see Most of these are the wounded lounges.
There are not many people in the hallway, and I can occasionally see students from other colleges, probably to visit injured friends.
"Sorry."
A young man in a light green robe walked quickly to his side, with a bandage on his left hand, and the leather bag slung around his waist almost scratched Lorrain Hill's wrist. Fortunately, she flashed it dexterously.
"Sorry, sorry, very sorry."
"I'm really sorry, because there is an urgent matter."
The student hurriedly bowed, Lorrain Hill said that he didn't care, and then he quickly left and continued to walk outside.
When the student walked through the corridors and halls to the fountain courtyard with sparse pedestrians, his pace slowed down.
"Ello, did you meet an angel just now?" A slightly scared and trembling voice came from his purse.
"Angel?" The young Ello opened his purse and looked at the ghosts hovering in the glass bottle. He seemed to be an old man.
"No...Wait a minute, if you are talking about that girl, she can really be called an angel."
The young man in the green robe recalled the silver-haired girl who had just run into it. Although it was just a quick glance, he was still very impressed.
"It's not about looks, I mean the real angel." The ghost in the bottle looked at the surrounding situation nervously, making some people passing by look curiously, and then continued to walk away.
In Temple College where there are many angel sequences and necromantic sequences, ghosts are not uncommon, but it is a little strange that this one will be locked in a bottle.
"No way, the lowest angel is also the existence of Sequence 8. If you want to say who in the academy is most likely to be an angel, that's the beautiful academy grower."
"No, no, no, I should be talking about an angel of a higher order, or a few orders." The ghost was a little anxious, and then asked the young man to bring his ears closer.
"I sensed a pure soul in the bag just now. This is undoubtedly the characteristic of an angel, and it may be the highest order angel. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Is it a mistake?" The boy said hesitantly.
"How is it possible! Are you suspicious of the great Soders? I was a great wizard of the Mercury Dynasty before I was alive, and I have experienced chaos and disasters, but I have really seen angels." Ghost felt his self-esteem received offend.
"Okay, okay, no need to brag about your wonderful past. I think you have to reflect on it. As the top wizard of the Mercury Dynasty, I was taught in the same grade as Dulsey but he was easily Beat this fact."
"Didn't you say that my talent is rare in a century~ IndoMTL.com~ Alas, it made me happy."
Although the young man said this, he was not really angry. He just wanted to confuse this matter. He had more important things to do, but he didn’t want to get involved with the angels, and this ghost old man took a look. I just want him to find the trail of the angel just now.
"Do you have any dreams as a kid? How prosperous the Mercury dynasty back then, taking the world as its own responsibility to suppress the chaotic vortex everywhere."
"Who knew that later people were not as good as a crab, and later had to lead angels to the lower realm..."
"Stop.....I still have things to do." The boy was about to put the bottle in his purse again.
"Don't, do you know what the lower realm of angels means? Chaos disaster..." His voice was covered by the sealed leather bag, and the boy quickly walked out again
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