I, Hogwarts Week Two
Chapter 147: Give me all the papers to die for
Chapter 147: Give me all the papers to die for
Even those flowers that have lost their root system and lost their living soil are replanted one by one.
They are all alive again.
The scene that seemed like the Milky Way was inverted lasted for more than ten seconds. When the last stone returned to its homeland, the flowerbed returned to its original appearance, as if everything had never happened.
The young wizards watching were too late to be vigilant, because a voice, a voice they were all too familiar with, was roaring and destroying the magnificent scenery.
"Ai ai ai~~~ I also regressed because of Mao."
That's right, when the shocking inversion of the Milky Way was happening just now, Irving was very lucky to be one of them.
He followed the soil under his feet, and his body flew over uncontrollably.
"Wait a minute!!!" he yelled.
But before he could escape, many vines of plants suddenly protruded from the ground.
Wrap up his arms and feet.
Under the moonlit night, a certain little black man, his hands were tied, and a big strong tree grew behind him.
It is more than 20 feet high.
A vine deftly passed through his bound hands, and then lifted it high.
"What are you doing!" Owen kept kicking the tree trunk with his legs, trying to break free from the rope on his body, but with little success.
"I'm innocent. They were the ones who provoked me first. I just fought back in self-defense. I want to protest! I want to" Owen, who was hanging from the tree, continued to kick his legs vigorously and shouted loudly, without waiting for it to say a few words. , several black and thick vines suddenly attacked from all directions and covered his mouth.
"Woooo~" This time, he was really speechless, only the sound of panting.
Without his mouth, Ou Damo, whose combat power has dropped by [-]%, is like a moth in a spider's web at this moment.
"I don't think dinner is over yet!" Professor Dumbledore smiled and winked at Hermione, then led her back into the auditorium as if urging her.
That night, there was an extra tree outside Beauxbatons' courtyard.
Under the moonlight!
The little blackhead was hanging from a tree enjoying the rare moonlight.
In the middle of the night, the vines that sealed [-]% of his combat power had loosened.
Then——in line with the mentality that I am unhappy, I want to make you even more unhappy.
Owen sang at the top of his lungs for more than an hour about hero songs, daring to ask where the road was, frowning in vain, and the rolling water of the Yangtze River passing eastward.
Afterwards, maybe because I was afraid that the group of little bastards could not understand Chinese, I immediately made a playlist.
—Debout—les—damnés—de—la—terre.
With a low voice engraved, under the witness of the moonlight, Owen sent a piece of battle music in the old revolutionary district of Paris to all the little wizards at Beauxbaton School of Magic.
At dawn, Owen got out of the tree.
He slept soundly last night.
Little Heitou clearly remembered that he had been singing all night, so he fell asleep for no reason.
After two hours, Owen finally found the wand buried deep in the soil under a rose flower.
Holding the magic wand, feeling the increase in dark power, wow, the Demon King is back to his full strength.
Where is Dumbledore!
Dumbledore is here!
If he doesn’t give himself an explanation!
I will let him lose his grandson!
An angry Owen walked into the manor.
All the oncoming little wizards deliberately avoided him.But compare with the fear and arrogance on the faces of those guys before.
Now they are more boutique.
If it was said that before Owen alone suppressed the little wizard Beauxbatons, they could still resist angrily, but when they found out that there was another little wizard from Hogwarts who was also so strong, this resistance suddenly became meaningless.
They knew that it was not the gap between themselves and this boy, but the gap between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.
So what if they can beat Irving?
The young wizards of Hogwarts in the second and third years can beat their five or six-year-old wizards, but what about their seniors?
——Dumbledore! ! !
Beauxbaton's little wizard couldn't help but silently read this name in his heart, he really deserves to be the greatest wizard in the world.
His students are really strong! ! !
Desperate! ! !
"Tch, are you losing your temper?" Owenton felt bored after relieving a large group of people and seeing no one making trouble.
It's still fun to be a group of reckless Gryffindors, or a group of idiots in Ravenclaw.
Going forward one after another, provoking him without knowing the pain, that would be interesting.
Owen, who rubbed his arms and ran to the auditorium for breakfast, hurriedly ended his visit and was ready to go find Nick.
----
Of course, Old Deng would not hang him on a tree all night, unless he wanted to amputate Owen's leg.
The branches supported him.
Owen can naturally see the old principal's intentions. After all, it is someone else's territory, so he still has to do it.
Afterwards, under Nicolás's signal, he and Hermione happily moved into this great institution that was as popular as Hogwarts.
Time passes by bit by bit.
July passed quietly.
These days, although everyone is in France, magic news from the other side of the ocean, England, is still coming in a steady stream.
One of the most notable is the escape of Sirius.
Of course, this is for other people. For Irving, this is nothing worth talking about. He had expected it a long time ago.
This was planned by him.
There must be some ripples on a calm day, right?
Besides, he also has his purpose.
----
In the days that followed, Owen lived peacefully, and was busy learning alchemy with Nicolas every day.
Of course, that's not what he's interested in.
Alchemy is too time-consuming, and his alchemy talent is not outstanding. Owen thinks that he can barely maintain his talent in magic.
He can't be a jack-of-all-trades, and Irving knows that.
But even though it was boring, he never said that he didn't want to continue learning alchemy. After all, as a [-]-year-old wizard, he might be the longest-lived wizard on this planet.
In addition to his outstanding attainments in alchemy, Nicoléme.
In other aspects, such as: spells, potions, herbs, history of magic, magic patterns, ancient magic have extremely high achievements.
After all, it’s been 600 years!
For a long time, even though Nick did not take the initiative to explore these aspects of magical knowledge, but he had served as Beauxbaton's professor for hundreds of years, that knowledge would still flow to him inadvertently.
What Owen valued most was knowledge about ancient magic.
To be precise, it is spellcasting skills.His young body was too taxed to perform ancient magic.Maybe Nick will know how to lower that burden.
"All right."
The decor of Beauxbatons' classrooms is completely different from that of Hogwarts.
On the second floor, there is a circular classroom. Its entire structure is stepped and very large.
The entire wall and the few remaining columns are all made of pure white marble. The round table-shaped podium is placed in the center like a stage, and the seats of the students are all standing on it.
At first, Owen was doubtful that he would not be able to see this pit-like classroom if he sat too high and too far away. Until, he saw Nick waving his hand, and the entire classroom began to rotate like a compass, and then enlarged as a whole.
All layers can be up and down.
Includes lectures at the Centre.
Professors vary the size and layout of classrooms according to course and number of people.
At this time, Owen offered his knees to this shocking classroom!
As expected of the magic school where Nicolas was at, there were miracles created by alchemy everywhere.
"This is probably all the catalogs about ancient magic. You can take my warrant and go to Beauxbatons' library to find what you want."
On the podium of the round table, Nick smiled and handed a thick manuscript to Owen.
Then, in the eyes of the other party as if he had found a treasure, he watched him leave.
"This child-" Le May had a faint trace of sadness on her old face.
Not only was he sad that he was about to pass away, but he was also disappointed that he could not find an heir.
Owen is indeed very good, and it can even be said that he is a little too good. His talent is unparalleled, far beyond Albus' expectations.
In his 600 years, except for the boy who also came from Hogwarts 150 years ago, he has never seen a child with more magical talent than Owen.
"No—" This kid is stronger than that kid!
If his life can continue, his achievements will be limitless--
Nick had the intention to pass on his alchemy skills to Owen, as well as all the secrets of magic that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve, but the child had no intention of doing so.
Hey~ That's all!
Nick sighed softly, alchemy already required accumulated experiments, for a child whose life was as short as fireworks, how could he bear the heart to let him stay with the laboratory all day in the most fancy days of his life.
"Let's go with the flow~" Nick, who really started to study the secrets in Owen's blood, slowly dragged his body like the setting sun and gradually disappeared into the corridor outside the classroom.
----
Madame Maxime was originally unwilling to open the library to the young wizards at Hogwarts, but since a large volume in Beauxbatons' library was a gift from Nick, she couldn't find an excuse to stop it.
————In the early morning, the sun shines through the colorful mosaic glass, leaving mottled wine filled with time on the ancient stone pillars and arches of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which are carved with murals of Joan of Arc’s salvation story.
At the very edge of the mellow fragrance, a handsome young man sat in front of an exquisite long table.
He was wearing a set of black wizard robes and had an indescribable temperament. He was sitting there calm, elegant and quiet like a blooming French rose.
The young man frowned slightly, concentrating on looking at the parchment scroll in front of him.
He was about twelve or thirteen years old, with a handsome face.
His black hair is soft and slightly curly, and his eyes are a little blurry. His gray eyes reveal a flash of alertness. He has a tall nose and full lips. He seems to be Merlin's most perfect creation. Every part of his face has been magically transformed. The master immersed in the painstaking efforts of carving.
Only the smile that raised the corner of his mouth revealed a little bit of childishness that was not easy to detect.
"Cao Nima, I'm already in Bubaston, and I still have to copy books!"
"Copy the book, copy the book, am I the automaton secretary?"
"You shouldn't have told Dumbledore that I had a warrant from Nico Flamel!"
Owen had been in this position for a long time, his hands full of old books and mountains of manuscripts.
The copying required by Old Dengtou was not as simple as just dipping some ink and writing a word.
He must use an ancient technique to incorporate ancient magic patterns into the text. Only in this way can his manuscript become a book containing magic.
Just like those advanced magic books in the restricted area.
That's why Owen hated it deeply, because it was simply oppression, the old headmaster oppressed himself!
He just wanted to move Bubaston's library back to Hogwarts, and he was the poor porter!
He's not alone in the grueling portage, though.
Just across from Owen.
Hermione, who was in a white dress, was also brought over by the strong man.
But unlike Irving, writing one word can describe Lao Deng's skinned nature from the beginning to the end.
Hermione obviously didn't regard this hard book-copying trip as suffering, but she was very happy, with a greedy light for knowledge shining in her eyes.
I don't know when it started, Owen was surprised to find that Hermione on the opposite side could use both hands to write, and she still copied different books.
Like a tentacle monster, she swipe the code words quickly without raising her head. The most terrible thing is that she often maintains this speed and posture for hours after writing.
Like a little monster.
Do you think you will be happy if you have a beautiful girl sitting beside you and copying books together?
Ah!Happy ass!
Granger, the absolute scab!I didn't know that I was working for Dumbledore, so I was crazily involved.
Although she just dipped in ink and simply copied it, it still aroused Owen's strong dissatisfaction.He couldn't take care of himself due to being involved in life, so he had to leave the library frequently and go outside to relax.
----
"That's enough, Furong. Casting spells without a wand is the highest level of spellcasting skills for wizards. Failure is inevitable. You need to train in a relaxed manner, not just force yourself!"
On the top floor of the largest manor of Bubaston School of Magic, in the private training room of Mrs. Maxim, the principal, Fleur, who is known as the fairy of the lake, was panting heavily and slumped on the ground in a very indecent posture.
Her shoulders were trembling slightly, her forehead was covered with sweat, her mental strength was seriously lax, and she couldn't see any look in her eyes at all!
"No! You don't understand the professor!" Hearing Madam Maxim's warning, Fleur's strong spirit and slack eyes showed determination, "I brought shame on Beauxbaton, and I must wash it away myself! "
She stubbornly raised her head.
The tough light that never appeared on Fleur made Madam Maxim very pleased.
But on the other hand, she was deeply shocked by those two Hogwarts students.
A person whose strength is bottomless, and who can use high-level skills such as casting spells without a stick at a young age.
The puzzled Mrs. Maxim even approached Dumbledore and asked him how to teach students.
But every time the old principal just smiled unnaturally and modestly, he would soon lead the topic elsewhere.
Madame Maxime knew that this might be a Hogwarts secret, and Dumbledore would not tell her easily to an outsider - on the other hand, even an enemy.
But in fact, the reason why Dumbledore didn't tell Mrs. Maxim frankly, and revealed all the so-called teaching skills, was entirely because of embarrassment!
Why do you ask the old principal to open his mouth?
Hmm - why are the little wizards at Hogwarts so powerful?
Answer - oh!That's because at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey is probably the busiest staff member every day. If less than three little wizards are carried into the school infirmary every day, it is a good year for her.
How could Dumbledore say this?
"I understand, but there are some things that cannot be forced. Besides, your mental strength has reached its limit, and it would be harmful to study forcibly. Hmm—go back and rest." Madame Maxime cast a spell to clean up all the stains on Furong's body.
Then he helped her up, continued to say a few words of warning, and sent her out of the training room.
Add group: 577156302, so embarrassing!Is no one coming to me so cold?Answers to group questions: Grandpa’s treasure
Even those flowers that have lost their root system and lost their living soil are replanted one by one.
They are all alive again.
The scene that seemed like the Milky Way was inverted lasted for more than ten seconds. When the last stone returned to its homeland, the flowerbed returned to its original appearance, as if everything had never happened.
The young wizards watching were too late to be vigilant, because a voice, a voice they were all too familiar with, was roaring and destroying the magnificent scenery.
"Ai ai ai~~~ I also regressed because of Mao."
That's right, when the shocking inversion of the Milky Way was happening just now, Irving was very lucky to be one of them.
He followed the soil under his feet, and his body flew over uncontrollably.
"Wait a minute!!!" he yelled.
But before he could escape, many vines of plants suddenly protruded from the ground.
Wrap up his arms and feet.
Under the moonlit night, a certain little black man, his hands were tied, and a big strong tree grew behind him.
It is more than 20 feet high.
A vine deftly passed through his bound hands, and then lifted it high.
"What are you doing!" Owen kept kicking the tree trunk with his legs, trying to break free from the rope on his body, but with little success.
"I'm innocent. They were the ones who provoked me first. I just fought back in self-defense. I want to protest! I want to" Owen, who was hanging from the tree, continued to kick his legs vigorously and shouted loudly, without waiting for it to say a few words. , several black and thick vines suddenly attacked from all directions and covered his mouth.
"Woooo~" This time, he was really speechless, only the sound of panting.
Without his mouth, Ou Damo, whose combat power has dropped by [-]%, is like a moth in a spider's web at this moment.
"I don't think dinner is over yet!" Professor Dumbledore smiled and winked at Hermione, then led her back into the auditorium as if urging her.
That night, there was an extra tree outside Beauxbatons' courtyard.
Under the moonlight!
The little blackhead was hanging from a tree enjoying the rare moonlight.
In the middle of the night, the vines that sealed [-]% of his combat power had loosened.
Then——in line with the mentality that I am unhappy, I want to make you even more unhappy.
Owen sang at the top of his lungs for more than an hour about hero songs, daring to ask where the road was, frowning in vain, and the rolling water of the Yangtze River passing eastward.
Afterwards, maybe because I was afraid that the group of little bastards could not understand Chinese, I immediately made a playlist.
—Debout—les—damnés—de—la—terre.
With a low voice engraved, under the witness of the moonlight, Owen sent a piece of battle music in the old revolutionary district of Paris to all the little wizards at Beauxbaton School of Magic.
At dawn, Owen got out of the tree.
He slept soundly last night.
Little Heitou clearly remembered that he had been singing all night, so he fell asleep for no reason.
After two hours, Owen finally found the wand buried deep in the soil under a rose flower.
Holding the magic wand, feeling the increase in dark power, wow, the Demon King is back to his full strength.
Where is Dumbledore!
Dumbledore is here!
If he doesn’t give himself an explanation!
I will let him lose his grandson!
An angry Owen walked into the manor.
All the oncoming little wizards deliberately avoided him.But compare with the fear and arrogance on the faces of those guys before.
Now they are more boutique.
If it was said that before Owen alone suppressed the little wizard Beauxbatons, they could still resist angrily, but when they found out that there was another little wizard from Hogwarts who was also so strong, this resistance suddenly became meaningless.
They knew that it was not the gap between themselves and this boy, but the gap between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.
So what if they can beat Irving?
The young wizards of Hogwarts in the second and third years can beat their five or six-year-old wizards, but what about their seniors?
——Dumbledore! ! !
Beauxbaton's little wizard couldn't help but silently read this name in his heart, he really deserves to be the greatest wizard in the world.
His students are really strong! ! !
Desperate! ! !
"Tch, are you losing your temper?" Owenton felt bored after relieving a large group of people and seeing no one making trouble.
It's still fun to be a group of reckless Gryffindors, or a group of idiots in Ravenclaw.
Going forward one after another, provoking him without knowing the pain, that would be interesting.
Owen, who rubbed his arms and ran to the auditorium for breakfast, hurriedly ended his visit and was ready to go find Nick.
----
Of course, Old Deng would not hang him on a tree all night, unless he wanted to amputate Owen's leg.
The branches supported him.
Owen can naturally see the old principal's intentions. After all, it is someone else's territory, so he still has to do it.
Afterwards, under Nicolás's signal, he and Hermione happily moved into this great institution that was as popular as Hogwarts.
Time passes by bit by bit.
July passed quietly.
These days, although everyone is in France, magic news from the other side of the ocean, England, is still coming in a steady stream.
One of the most notable is the escape of Sirius.
Of course, this is for other people. For Irving, this is nothing worth talking about. He had expected it a long time ago.
This was planned by him.
There must be some ripples on a calm day, right?
Besides, he also has his purpose.
----
In the days that followed, Owen lived peacefully, and was busy learning alchemy with Nicolas every day.
Of course, that's not what he's interested in.
Alchemy is too time-consuming, and his alchemy talent is not outstanding. Owen thinks that he can barely maintain his talent in magic.
He can't be a jack-of-all-trades, and Irving knows that.
But even though it was boring, he never said that he didn't want to continue learning alchemy. After all, as a [-]-year-old wizard, he might be the longest-lived wizard on this planet.
In addition to his outstanding attainments in alchemy, Nicoléme.
In other aspects, such as: spells, potions, herbs, history of magic, magic patterns, ancient magic have extremely high achievements.
After all, it’s been 600 years!
For a long time, even though Nick did not take the initiative to explore these aspects of magical knowledge, but he had served as Beauxbaton's professor for hundreds of years, that knowledge would still flow to him inadvertently.
What Owen valued most was knowledge about ancient magic.
To be precise, it is spellcasting skills.His young body was too taxed to perform ancient magic.Maybe Nick will know how to lower that burden.
"All right."
The decor of Beauxbatons' classrooms is completely different from that of Hogwarts.
On the second floor, there is a circular classroom. Its entire structure is stepped and very large.
The entire wall and the few remaining columns are all made of pure white marble. The round table-shaped podium is placed in the center like a stage, and the seats of the students are all standing on it.
At first, Owen was doubtful that he would not be able to see this pit-like classroom if he sat too high and too far away. Until, he saw Nick waving his hand, and the entire classroom began to rotate like a compass, and then enlarged as a whole.
All layers can be up and down.
Includes lectures at the Centre.
Professors vary the size and layout of classrooms according to course and number of people.
At this time, Owen offered his knees to this shocking classroom!
As expected of the magic school where Nicolas was at, there were miracles created by alchemy everywhere.
"This is probably all the catalogs about ancient magic. You can take my warrant and go to Beauxbatons' library to find what you want."
On the podium of the round table, Nick smiled and handed a thick manuscript to Owen.
Then, in the eyes of the other party as if he had found a treasure, he watched him leave.
"This child-" Le May had a faint trace of sadness on her old face.
Not only was he sad that he was about to pass away, but he was also disappointed that he could not find an heir.
Owen is indeed very good, and it can even be said that he is a little too good. His talent is unparalleled, far beyond Albus' expectations.
In his 600 years, except for the boy who also came from Hogwarts 150 years ago, he has never seen a child with more magical talent than Owen.
"No—" This kid is stronger than that kid!
If his life can continue, his achievements will be limitless--
Nick had the intention to pass on his alchemy skills to Owen, as well as all the secrets of magic that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve, but the child had no intention of doing so.
Hey~ That's all!
Nick sighed softly, alchemy already required accumulated experiments, for a child whose life was as short as fireworks, how could he bear the heart to let him stay with the laboratory all day in the most fancy days of his life.
"Let's go with the flow~" Nick, who really started to study the secrets in Owen's blood, slowly dragged his body like the setting sun and gradually disappeared into the corridor outside the classroom.
----
Madame Maxime was originally unwilling to open the library to the young wizards at Hogwarts, but since a large volume in Beauxbatons' library was a gift from Nick, she couldn't find an excuse to stop it.
————In the early morning, the sun shines through the colorful mosaic glass, leaving mottled wine filled with time on the ancient stone pillars and arches of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which are carved with murals of Joan of Arc’s salvation story.
At the very edge of the mellow fragrance, a handsome young man sat in front of an exquisite long table.
He was wearing a set of black wizard robes and had an indescribable temperament. He was sitting there calm, elegant and quiet like a blooming French rose.
The young man frowned slightly, concentrating on looking at the parchment scroll in front of him.
He was about twelve or thirteen years old, with a handsome face.
His black hair is soft and slightly curly, and his eyes are a little blurry. His gray eyes reveal a flash of alertness. He has a tall nose and full lips. He seems to be Merlin's most perfect creation. Every part of his face has been magically transformed. The master immersed in the painstaking efforts of carving.
Only the smile that raised the corner of his mouth revealed a little bit of childishness that was not easy to detect.
"Cao Nima, I'm already in Bubaston, and I still have to copy books!"
"Copy the book, copy the book, am I the automaton secretary?"
"You shouldn't have told Dumbledore that I had a warrant from Nico Flamel!"
Owen had been in this position for a long time, his hands full of old books and mountains of manuscripts.
The copying required by Old Dengtou was not as simple as just dipping some ink and writing a word.
He must use an ancient technique to incorporate ancient magic patterns into the text. Only in this way can his manuscript become a book containing magic.
Just like those advanced magic books in the restricted area.
That's why Owen hated it deeply, because it was simply oppression, the old headmaster oppressed himself!
He just wanted to move Bubaston's library back to Hogwarts, and he was the poor porter!
He's not alone in the grueling portage, though.
Just across from Owen.
Hermione, who was in a white dress, was also brought over by the strong man.
But unlike Irving, writing one word can describe Lao Deng's skinned nature from the beginning to the end.
Hermione obviously didn't regard this hard book-copying trip as suffering, but she was very happy, with a greedy light for knowledge shining in her eyes.
I don't know when it started, Owen was surprised to find that Hermione on the opposite side could use both hands to write, and she still copied different books.
Like a tentacle monster, she swipe the code words quickly without raising her head. The most terrible thing is that she often maintains this speed and posture for hours after writing.
Like a little monster.
Do you think you will be happy if you have a beautiful girl sitting beside you and copying books together?
Ah!Happy ass!
Granger, the absolute scab!I didn't know that I was working for Dumbledore, so I was crazily involved.
Although she just dipped in ink and simply copied it, it still aroused Owen's strong dissatisfaction.He couldn't take care of himself due to being involved in life, so he had to leave the library frequently and go outside to relax.
----
"That's enough, Furong. Casting spells without a wand is the highest level of spellcasting skills for wizards. Failure is inevitable. You need to train in a relaxed manner, not just force yourself!"
On the top floor of the largest manor of Bubaston School of Magic, in the private training room of Mrs. Maxim, the principal, Fleur, who is known as the fairy of the lake, was panting heavily and slumped on the ground in a very indecent posture.
Her shoulders were trembling slightly, her forehead was covered with sweat, her mental strength was seriously lax, and she couldn't see any look in her eyes at all!
"No! You don't understand the professor!" Hearing Madam Maxim's warning, Fleur's strong spirit and slack eyes showed determination, "I brought shame on Beauxbaton, and I must wash it away myself! "
She stubbornly raised her head.
The tough light that never appeared on Fleur made Madam Maxim very pleased.
But on the other hand, she was deeply shocked by those two Hogwarts students.
A person whose strength is bottomless, and who can use high-level skills such as casting spells without a stick at a young age.
The puzzled Mrs. Maxim even approached Dumbledore and asked him how to teach students.
But every time the old principal just smiled unnaturally and modestly, he would soon lead the topic elsewhere.
Madame Maxime knew that this might be a Hogwarts secret, and Dumbledore would not tell her easily to an outsider - on the other hand, even an enemy.
But in fact, the reason why Dumbledore didn't tell Mrs. Maxim frankly, and revealed all the so-called teaching skills, was entirely because of embarrassment!
Why do you ask the old principal to open his mouth?
Hmm - why are the little wizards at Hogwarts so powerful?
Answer - oh!That's because at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey is probably the busiest staff member every day. If less than three little wizards are carried into the school infirmary every day, it is a good year for her.
How could Dumbledore say this?
"I understand, but there are some things that cannot be forced. Besides, your mental strength has reached its limit, and it would be harmful to study forcibly. Hmm—go back and rest." Madame Maxime cast a spell to clean up all the stains on Furong's body.
Then he helped her up, continued to say a few words of warning, and sent her out of the training room.
Add group: 577156302, so embarrassing!Is no one coming to me so cold?Answers to group questions: Grandpa’s treasure
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