Black and gray clouds piled up into mountains, winding continuously.
Silver-white lightning is like a rushing river in the mountains, roaring through it.
First University’s special plane was flying through a storm.
Through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the mess in the restaurant, as if it had just been baptized by a thunderstorm. Tables and chairs were overturned, broken tableware was scattered everywhere, and silver-white curtains were torn from the floor-to-ceiling windows and piled messily on the floor.
The fancy chandelier hanging in the center of the restaurant seemed to have been grabbed and pulled hard. The gilt frame was twisted and the crystal lampshade was covered with cracks.
The restaurant door is closed.
At the entrance, there was a sleeping cobra coiled on a high chair next to the bar. The snake is now held in a pair of slender hands, and tied into various knots.
The cobra bulged its eyes, spit out its tongue, and made a miserable hissing sound.
The succubus was unmoved.
In her heart, she was a hundred times more miserable than this old snake.
The security of the special plane must have known about the accident in the restaurant, and it was only a matter of time before they rushed into the restaurant. Preschoolers were able to give eighteen different answers to the question of what a wizard would do to a lich who had thrown himself into a trap.
Fleeing directly will not only damage the lich's terrifying reputation, but will also disrupt the captain's arrangements. At that time, the demon's associates will have one hundred and eighty ways to deal with him.
The cobra in his hand has been tied into a knot.
The banshee threw away the snake ball in her hand, folded her arms, puffed her mouth, and felt a headache as she looked at the college freshmen huddled and shouting in the room.
"These cowards," muttered Nikita.
In fact, she just snapped her fingers when she walked into the restaurant, causing all the obstructing tables and benches to roll aside, and pulled down the curtains that blocked the light, leaving a clean and bright place. , it is convenient for you to do things by yourself.
She hasn't even touched these pink little guys yet.
Not far away, the boy who smelled very good was leaning on an overturned sofa, holding a handful of yellow paper charms in his hand and looking at himself firmly. Although he was still trembling, he was much better than those guys who shouted while holding up black donkey hooves or shining silver crosses.
As expected of a man who smells good to him, Nikita had a charming smile on his face. Pick him up when you leave later and bring him to the captain. This should explain why he was exposed.
Maybe the captain is reluctant to eat this little guy, so he will work hard and bite him.
If Zheng Qing knew what Nikita was thinking, he would definitely spit out a mouthful of blood.
His face definitely did not have a firm expression, it was just a stiff expression because he was too nervous. The horror of this monster was far beyond his imagination.
With just a snap of his fingers, he almost destroyed a restaurant
What if this snap of fingers was aimed at his face?
Zheng Qing leaned on the sofa and nervously looked at the banshee not far away, with countless terrifying thoughts rolling through his mind. future.
Xiao Xiao stood behind him, lowering his voice and saying something quickly, but his voice was too low and too urgent, and Zheng Qing couldn't hear a word clearly.
Li Meng hugged the fox and the dove and hid behind the sofa, revealing only a pair of eyes. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, only excitement and excitement. If it hadn't been for the little monk Shi Yuan dragging her along, she would have screamed and rushed towards the banshee.
Not far behind them, the owner of the cobra, a girl with fair skin and a sharp chin, was sobbing softly.
In the entire restaurant, apart from the freshmen and their pets, there was only one injured elf.
The situation makes these young people feel desperate.
"If I had known earlier, I would have insisted on dragging Lan Que to the restaurant." Li Meng complained in a low voice from behind the sofa, "He looks like he can fight well."
Come here In front of the restaurant, several people invited Blue Bird to have lunch with them. But the cold boy shook his head, holding his sword and continuing to sit quietly and meditate.
"Don't make a sound, just stay back." Zheng Qing gritted his teeth. His breathing was a little rapid, his brain seemed to be lacking oxygen, and strings of Venus kept popping up in front of his eyes.
Li Meng pouted, stuffed the little heads of Poseidon and White Dove back behind the sofa, and became silent.
"A bunch of weak chickens." Not far away, the banshee pouted, a trace of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.
She took out a quill from her bag and opened the Dharma book in her hand.
This is not her Dharma book, but that of the flight attendant in the lounge.
The fluctuations of each fallen wizard's law book will be recorded by the authorities. It is very unwise to carry your own Dharma books on the First University plane. So when she borrowed the flight attendant's heart, the banshee also borrowed her Dharma book.
This is a Bologna-bound Dharma book, which should be uniformly distributed by these flight attendants. The light blue cover is not damaged at all, the five gold lines on the spine are bright and clean, and the dipped flowers on the edge of the book are still the story of Poseidon and four little angels.
Nikita vaguely remembers that when she was in college, she could only use the standard Dharma books awarded by the school. Those thick and bulging soft-cover Dharma books are as irritating to a girl who loves beauty at an age like a pimple on her face.
At that time, the Bologna-bound book placed in the window of the Beta Town bookstore was like Cinderella's glass slipper to her, longing for but untouchable.
But now.
Nikita opened this brand-new Dharma book with boredom. Whether it is the prayer of Athena on the title page or the Khatifa linen paper used on the pages, they all look so vulgar and ridiculous.
"Why did I like this kind of vase-style Dharma calligraphy before?" She thought silently, maybe she just wanted to be more confident in front of him.
Speaking of self-confidence, there are a few idiots not far away who also want to have this quality.
But being conceited without strength is no different from committing suicide. The banshee raised her head and looked at an overturned dining table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Behind the table, several tall wizards seemed to be ready to make a move.
Zheng Qing also heard the strange noises.
A rough voice encouraged the classmates beside him to pull out his talismans and magic weapons and give the demon some color.
"Don't be afraid, she's just a banshee." The voice sounded very excited. "One person can knock her out with one explosive talisman. Just break the door of the restaurant and hold on. The registered wizard on the plane will be there soon." I can make it there."
Others seemed a little moved.
"Idiot, we are on a plane now, aren't we afraid of blowing a hole in the plane and falling in?" Zheng Qing did not dare to look back, so he could only move his lips and whispered to Xiao Xiao.
He was just complaining.
But Xiao Xiao really stood up.
"Don't do something stupid." He turned around, looked at the boys, and yelled angrily, not caring at all that he became the most conspicuous target in the restaurant.
"She is a fallen wizard." Xiao Xiao said, glancing at Nikita, "And she has undergone a complete fallen ritual. A demon like her that can completely retain human form and even consciousness is not It’s something we freshmen who haven’t even entered college can face.”
“If she wants, she can drain all of our blood and rob us of everything without alerting anyone. The human soul."
"Actually, we are half dead now."
The restaurant fell into an awkward silence.
"Since cowards have already stepped into the gate of hell, we should fight harder." The boy who encouraged everyone to resist also stood up, without fear at all, and said loudly, "If we have given up on living, we will have to die." What's the difference?"
Zheng Qing couldn't help but look back.
It was a sturdy boy with a crew cut and a red face. He didn’t know whether it was because he was excited or because he was born that way.
This style must be from the lunatics of Starry Sky Academy
Someone seemed to be whispering not far away.