Wizard: I brought the wrong system

In the winter night, it gets late very quickly.

The night quietly covers the boundless land, and the stars, like naughty children, break free from the shackles of the sky one after another, jumping out of the chaos cheerfully, embellishing the deep night.

In just a moment, a flickering river of stars has hung in the deep night sky, emitting faint starlight to illuminate the pure white earth.

"Squeaky!"

The soft and thick snow is like a layer of cotton wool, and the bright golden boots are gradually stepped on, making a subtle sound, leaving clear shoe prints.

"hiss--!"

A speck of crystal snowflakes fell on the faintly bright epee, but withered like an epiphyllum, making a sound of oil pan splashing down, forming a fine mist, which was blown away by the following north wind.

The cold wind hit, and the short withered yellow hair danced along with it, blowing away a pair of bright eyes.

"It's just... just a few of you?"

Words colder than the cold wind spit out from the young man's light lips.

The crooked trees were covered with snow, and the twisted shadows swayed slightly, like a strange and strange evil spirit, but it was unknown how many pairs of prying eyes were hiding in it.

"You don't think that the position you chose is good?"

"There is no cover around you. Now you are our living target, but we are in this forest. What spells can you attack us?"

Arlo understood.

Looking around at the distorted shadows around him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly: "So, there are all your companions around?"

"There are no onlookers, or are the onlookers driven to the periphery by you?"

"That's... very good!"

Arlo narrowed his eyes.

There is no need to suppress the killing intent in your heart!

"Jungle?"

Yarrow squatted down slightly, and whispered in a small voice that only he could hear: "I like it too!"

As for being a target?

Dodging the senior apprentice's tricks was a game I played in my early years!

Maybe the grandfather at that time also blessed the implication of having fun, but when the nerve reflex is added to [-], as long as you are prepared, any tricks that appear within sight will not cause any danger to Yarrow!

After all, Yarrow also has moves to dodge!

Pong!

The night sky after snow is as clean as washing.

In the winter night, it gets late very quickly.

The night quietly covers the boundless land, and the stars, like naughty children, break free from the shackles of the sky one after another, jumping out of the chaos cheerfully, embellishing the deep night.

In just a moment, a flickering river of stars has hung in the deep night sky, emitting faint starlight to illuminate the pure white earth.

"Squeaky!"

The soft and thick snow is like a layer of cotton wool, and the bright golden boots are gradually stepped on, making a subtle sound, leaving clear shoe prints.

"hiss--!"

A speck of crystal snowflakes fell on the faintly bright epee, but withered like an epiphyllum, making a sound of oil pan splashing down, forming a fine mist, which was blown away by the following north wind.

The cold wind hit, and the short withered yellow hair danced along with it, blowing away a pair of bright eyes.

"It's just... just a few of you?"

Words colder than the cold wind spit out from the young man's light lips.

The crooked trees were covered with snow, and the twisted shadows swayed slightly, like a strange and strange evil spirit, but it was unknown how many pairs of prying eyes were hiding in it.

"You don't think that the position you chose is good?"

"There is no cover around you. Now you are our living target, but we are in this forest. What spells can you attack us?"

Arlo understood.

Looking around at the distorted shadows around him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly: "So, there are all your companions around?"

"There are no onlookers, or are the onlookers driven to the periphery by you?"

"That's... very good!"

Arlo narrowed his eyes.

There is no need to suppress the killing intent in your heart!

"Jungle?"

Yarrow squatted down slightly, and whispered in a small voice that only he could hear: "I like it too!"

As for being a target?

Dodging the senior apprentice's tricks was a game I played in my early years!

Maybe the grandfather at that time also blessed the implication of having fun, but when the nerve reflex is added to [-], as long as you are prepared, any tricks that appear within sight will not cause any danger to Yarrow!

After all, Yarrow also has moves to dodge!

Pong!

The night sky after snow is as clean as washing.

In the winter night, it gets late very quickly.

The night quietly covers the boundless land, and the stars, like naughty children, break free from the shackles of the sky one after another, jumping out of the chaos cheerfully, embellishing the deep night.

In just a moment, a flickering river of stars has hung in the deep night sky, emitting faint starlight to illuminate the pure white earth.

"Squeaky!"

The soft and thick snow is like a layer of cotton wool, and the bright golden boots are gradually stepped on, making a subtle sound, leaving clear shoe prints.

"hiss--!"

A speck of crystal snowflakes fell on the faintly bright epee, but withered like an epiphyllum, making a sound of oil pan splashing down, forming a fine mist, which was blown away by the following north wind.

The cold wind hit, and the short withered yellow hair danced along with it, blowing away a pair of bright eyes.

"It's just... just a few of you?"

Words colder than the cold wind spit out from the young man's light lips.

The crooked trees were covered with snow, and the twisted shadows swayed slightly, like a strange and strange evil spirit, but it was unknown how many pairs of prying eyes were hiding in it.

"You don't think that the position you chose is good?"

"There is no cover around you. Now you are our living target, but we are in this forest. What spells can you attack us?"

Arlo understood.

Looking around at the distorted shadows around him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly: "So, there are all your companions around?"

"There are no onlookers, or are the onlookers driven to the periphery by you?"

"That's... very good!"

Arlo narrowed his eyes.

There is no need to suppress the killing intent in your heart!

"Jungle?"

Yarrow squatted down slightly, and whispered in a small voice that only he could hear: "I like it too!"

As for being a target?

Dodging the senior apprentice's tricks was a game I played in my early years!

Maybe the grandfather at that time also blessed the implication of having fun, but when the nerve reflex is added to [-], as long as you are prepared, any tricks that appear within sight will not cause any danger to Yarrow!

After all, Yarrow also has moves to dodge!

Pong!

The night sky after snow is as clean as washing.

In the winter night, it gets late very quickly.

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In just a moment, a flickering river of stars has hung in the deep night sky, emitting faint starlight to illuminate the pure white earth.

"Squeaky!"

The soft and thick snow is like a layer of cotton wool, and the bright golden boots are gradually stepped on, making a subtle sound, leaving clear shoe prints.

"hiss--!"

A speck of crystal snowflakes fell on the faintly bright epee, but withered like an epiphyllum, making a sound of oil pan splashing down, forming a fine mist, which was blown away by the following north wind.

The cold wind hit, and the short withered yellow hair danced along with it, blowing away a pair of bright eyes.

"It's just... just a few of you?"

Words colder than the cold wind spit out from the young man's light lips.

The crooked trees were covered with snow, and the twisted shadows swayed slightly, like a strange and strange evil spirit, but it was unknown how many pairs of prying eyes were hiding in it.

"You don't think that the position you chose is good?"

"There is no cover around you. Now you are our living target, but we are in this forest. What spells can you attack us?"

Arlo understood.

Looking around at the distorted shadows around him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly: "So, there are all your companions around?"

"There are no onlookers, or are the onlookers driven to the periphery by you?"

"That's... very good!"

Arlo narrowed his eyes.

There is no need to suppress the killing intent in your heart!

"Jungle?"

Yarrow squatted down slightly, and whispered in a small voice that only he could hear: "I like it too!"

As for being a target?

Dodging the senior apprentice's tricks was a game I played in my early years!

Maybe the grandfather at that time also blessed the implication of having fun, but when the nerve reflex is added to [-], as long as you are prepared, any tricks that appear within sight will not cause any danger to Yarrow!

After all, Yarrow also has moves to dodge!

Pong!

The night sky after snow is as clean as washing.

In the winter night, it gets late very quickly.

The night quietly covers the boundless land, and the stars, like naughty children, break free from the shackles of the sky one after another, jumping out of the chaos cheerfully, embellishing the deep night.

In just a moment, a flickering river of stars has hung in the deep night sky, emitting faint starlight to illuminate the pure white earth.

"Squeaky!"

The soft and thick snow is like a layer of cotton wool, and the bright golden boots are gradually stepped on, making a subtle sound, leaving clear shoe prints.

"hiss--!"

A speck of crystal snowflakes fell on the faintly bright epee, but withered like an epiphyllum, making a sound of oil pan splashing down, forming a fine mist, which was blown away by the following north wind.

The cold wind hit, and the short withered yellow hair danced along with it, blowing away a pair of bright eyes.

"It's just... just a few of you?"

Words colder than the cold wind spit out from the young man's light lips.

The crooked trees were covered with snow, and the twisted shadows swayed slightly, like a strange and strange evil spirit, but it was unknown how many pairs of prying eyes were hiding in it.

"You don't think that the position you chose is good?"

"There is no cover around you. Now you are our living target, but we are in this forest. What spells can you attack us?"

Arlo understood.

Looking around at the distorted shadows around him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly: "So, there are all your companions around?"

"There are no onlookers, or are the onlookers driven to the periphery by you?"

"That's... very good!"

Arlo narrowed his eyes.

There is no need to suppress the killing intent in your heart!

"Jungle?"

Yarrow squatted down slightly, and whispered in a small voice that only he could hear: "I like it too!"

As for being a target?

Dodging the senior apprentice's tricks was a game I played in my early years!

Maybe the grandfather at that time also blessed the implication of having fun, but when the nerve reflex is added to [-], as long as you are prepared, any tricks that appear within sight will not cause any danger to Yarrow!

After all, Yarrow also has moves to dodge!

Pong!

The night sky after snow is as clean as washing.

In the winter night, it gets late very quickly.

The night quietly covers the boundless land, and the stars, like naughty children, break free from the shackles of the sky one after another, jumping out of the chaos cheerfully, embellishing the deep night.

In just a moment, a flickering river of stars has hung in the deep night sky, emitting faint starlight to illuminate the pure white earth.

"Squeaky!"

The soft and thick snow is like a layer of cotton wool, and the bright golden boots are gradually stepped on, making a subtle sound, leaving clear shoe prints.

"hiss--!"

A speck of crystal snowflakes fell on the faintly bright epee, but withered like an epiphyllum, making a sound of oil pan splashing down, forming a fine mist, which was blown away by the following north wind.

The cold wind hit, and the short withered yellow hair danced along with it, blowing away a pair of bright eyes.

"It's just... just a few of you?"

Words colder than the cold wind spit out from the young man's light lips.

The crooked trees were covered with snow, and the twisted shadows swayed slightly, like a strange and strange evil spirit, but it was unknown how many pairs of prying eyes were hiding in it.

"You don't think that the position you chose is good?"

"There is no cover around you. Now you are our living target, but we are in this forest. What spells can you attack us?"

Arlo understood.

Looking around at the distorted shadows around him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly: "So, there are all your companions around?"

"There are no onlookers, or are the onlookers driven to the periphery by you?"

"That's... very good!"

Arlo narrowed his eyes.

There is no need to suppress the killing intent in your heart!

"Jungle?"

Yarrow squatted down slightly, and whispered in a small voice that only he could hear: "I like it too!"

As for being a target?

Dodging the senior apprentice's tricks was a game I played in my early years!

Maybe the grandfather at that time also blessed the implication of having fun, but when the nerve reflex is added to [-], as long as you are prepared, any tricks that appear within sight will not cause any danger to Yarrow!

After all, Yarrow also has moves to dodge!

Pong!

The night sky after snow is as clean as washing.