Apocalypse Magician

"Well, Mo Xianwu is very reliable at critical moments." Li Xingkong couldn't help but thank Mo Xianwu again, and then remembered the last project before leaving Xingxue City, "This time when I return to Xingxue City, I But after a lot of effort, the city has been planted with cherry blossoms. Next spring will be the season when the cherry blossoms bloom. I hope they can be as beautiful as you, Sakuraxue."

"Ah, that's really exciting. But..." Luo Yingxue smiled mischievously, turned around and took action, and a ball of snow rushed towards Li Xingkong's door, "Sister Mo said, you left without saying a word, let me People are worried in vain, but they are enjoying the blessings in Xingxue City, and they really deserve to be punished."

Li Xingkong was caught off guard and received this head-on blow. He had no choice but to blow away the snow on his face. The snow water gathered into several strands and left his cheeks. There was also a streak of white hanging on his eyebrows, which was embarrassing and funny.

"What can a mere little snowball do to me?" Li Xingkong stretched out his muscles and bones, unleashing his fiery fire power, and there was no snow or water within one meter around him.

"No fire magic is allowed." Luo Yingxue pretended to be angry and pointed at Li Xingkong with her slender fingers, "Sister Mo also said that snow is a beautiful thing, and you destroy it like this. You must have violent tendencies."

"Uh..." Li Xingkong stood angrily in the middle of the road with his hands on his hips.

It's you Mo Xianwu again. I knew you were wrong a long time ago. I originally wanted to thank you, but you actually taught my little Yingxue a bad lesson.

"Okay, I don't use fire magic." Li Xingkong spread his hands as if nothing had happened. Sure enough, the fiery power dissipated and the snowflakes fell on Li Xingkong again. After that, he casually took a step to the side and smiled slyly. A larger snowball appeared where he originally stood, whizzing towards Luo Yingxue.

"Ah..." Luo Yingxue didn't expect that Li Xingkong had secretly gathered snowballs behind her while they were talking and laughing. At this time, she couldn't dodge and was hit in the shoulder. She screamed miserably, shook her body, and was about to fall to the ground.

"Yingxue, what's wrong with you?" Li Xingkong was shocked. He rushed forward and helped Luo Yingxue, who was about to fall down. At the same time, he was thinking about why this happened. It was obviously just a snowball, just like ordinary people having a snowball fight. , without any attack power. Could it be that the strength has improved recently and the strength has not been controlled well? Thinking of this, Li Xingkong broke into a cold sweat.

"I'm fine, but you're in trouble." Luo Yingxue jumped out a meter away, then pointed above Li Xingkong.

Li Xingkong looked up and saw a bigger snowball smashing down on his head. Suddenly his eyes were completely dark, and he stood on the spot like half a snowman, feeling cold all over his body.

"Pfft..." Li Xingkong blew away the snow on his face again, shuddering, looking helpless, "What did your sister Mo say this time?"

"Sister Mo didn't say anything this time. I just thought of it on the spur of the moment." Luo Yingxue clapped her hands and smiled, seeming to be very satisfied with her masterpiece, "It's just Xingkong that you are too stupid to be fooled so easily."

"Okay, my little Yingxue has actually learned to be naughty and tease people." Li Xingkong "struggled" out of the snowdrift, posing like a tiger descending the mountain, "Don't let me catch you, otherwise you are the real one." Trouble."

The snow is still falling, and the white snowflakes, like pure elves, are flying into the world.

In the vast white world, two figures chased away, and laughter floated into the wind, like a happy movement. The footsteps you follow closely pass and disappear, and then leave new traces, never abandoning them, until the distance, to the ends of the earth, to the end of the world...

The sky was full of wind and snow, accompanied by the bright moon and stars, and night fell in the blink of an eye.

After sending Luo Yingxue back to the dormitory, Li Xingkong walked alone in the school square. Although he had been playing in the snow for most of the day, he did not feel tired at all, but felt refreshed.

On the opposite side of the road, a person came in a hurry. It was senior brother Feng Moxing, and Li Xingkong immediately greeted him.

"Senior brother, long time no see." Li Xingkong greeted Feng Moxing and looked at Feng Moxing carefully, "Senior brother's strength may have improved in these days."

"Alas, a mere high-ranking swordsman is really an insult to the sect. Speaking of which, Mo Xianwu made a breakthrough a few days ago and has now become the youngest Grand Mage in the continent. He should not be far away from being promoted to bishop." Feng Moxing couldn't help but look gloomy at this incident.

Mo Xianwu is extremely talented and beautiful, and coupled with her first-class material foundation, she is one of the great water magisters at a young age. Although she is currently only at the lower level, it is said that the current Pope is only a mere magister at her age. Her future The achievement is immeasurable.

Feng Moxing prides himself on being good, but he doesn't have the kind of skill to use the spirit gathering array to forcibly increase his strength, so he is still one step behind.

But the most important thing is that before Mo Xianwu is promoted, if he cannot break through to the Great Sword Master, Feng Moxing may no longer be able to follow Mo Xianwu to take office, so he will forever lose the opportunity to get close to the goddess in his heart, even if it is just silently on the sidelines Look up.

"Well, congratulations to sister-in-law." Li Xingkong teased again using the title of "sister-in-law", but in his heart he secretly despised Mo Xianwu. This guy is indeed a frog in the well, and he shamelessly calls himself the youngest big devil. Mentor, Yue Ying is already a great swordsman and a magister at the peak of his strength, he is still multi-level, and he is younger.

"However, you are too uninteresting." Feng Moxing was said to be sad and decided to fight back, "It was okay if I didn't say goodbye when I left, but after being back for so long, you didn't even remember to come to me first. This senior brother is simply disrespectful."

"I'm here to pay my respects to my senior brother right away." Li Xingkong spread his hands, pretending to be innocent, and then started to smile playfully.

"Really? Are you sure?" Feng Moxing also looked at Li Xingkong with a smile, obviously skeptical, "Should we ask my younger siblings to confront him?"

"Cough, um, cough..." Li Xingkong looked up at the sky. He didn't mean to come here, so he changed the subject decisively, "Senior brother, it's snowing in the middle of the night, do you still have work to do?"

"Ah, by the way, I was so busy joking with you that I almost forgot about the business." Feng Moxing shook a piece of paper in his hand, "I still have to send this to Zhukara."

"What is this? It's quite well made." Li Xingkong tilted his head, trying to see the content clearly.

"It's an invitation to a noble banquet." Feng Moxing looked surprised, as if he was facing a remote mountain savage who didn't know anything about the world, "Don't tell me you don't know?"

"Aristocratic banquet? I really don't know about this." Li Xingkong looked confused, and he was not joking this time.