Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

In the silent night, the flowers, plants and trees bowed their heads slightly, listening to the sound of the wind drifting from afar. The street lights suddenly went out, and the flying insects lost their illusory beacon of guidance and scattered in the darkness.

—Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures flashed by quickly. No matter how high, low, far or narrow the obstacles were, they could not affect their speed of chasing the wind.

Feeling the aura behind him suddenly become obvious, the boy slowly turned his eyes, and then crashed straight into a golden ocean.

He was startled at first, then revealed a terrified expression, and asked in a trembling voice: "Why are you chasing me?"

Mo Xie was in a relaxed state, and his tone was still gentle, "Please return the stolen items."

What does it have to do with you?

Why are you hindering me?

Just because you and Vivian are friends? Don't be ridiculous!

The boy felt inexplicably annoyed, so he turned his head away, pretending not to hear what was said, and rushed out at a faster speed.

The levitation magic was activated, and the wind-attributed magic wrapped around his legs, transforming into the form of wings. With just a slight flap, Mo Xie was left behind.

Chengfeng had already exerted his strength to the fullest, and he had no choice but to use his strength. Mo Xie kept walking, his eyes fixed on the figure that was getting farther and farther away.

The bright green light became brighter and surrounded him like fireflies and shooting stars, like a dream.

Then, as if afraid of disturbing the resting creatures, it gradually faded into a soft light.

Mo Xie stretched out his hand, and the fireflies and meteors hovered above his palm very consciously, turning into the shape of a disk.

The boy's figure passed over the treetops, ran towards the other side of the darkness, and was about to disappear.

However, Moshe was in no hurry.

The disc stopped steadily in midair, making a faint humming sound. He flicked his wrist forward slightly, and the disc flew a distance, spinning, and then fell to the ground, forming a striking mark.

The witch power is full and active, ready to go.

Mo Xie's upper body leaned forward slightly, and his figure flashed like lightning, quickly switching between blurry and clear, and then suddenly disappeared from the spot.

This is an advanced wind-attribute control magic, Wings of Wind Spirit. He will definitely not be able to catch up with me.

Thinking of this, the boy looked back curiously, but unexpectedly he saw a face that was extremely blurry due to the rapid movement. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and gasp.

"Hiss! How is it possible?!"

Black hair, light brown... eyes that glow golden for some reason, but this look is clearly Moshe MacIntosh, and there is no sign of a change.

Doesn't he have any magic power? How can he catch up with me?

The boy had no choice but to mobilize all the magic power in the magic spring to his legs. The feathers of the Wind Spirit Wings became fuller and the flapping speed increased significantly.

Hurry up! Hurry up! It’s better to take me to a place where no one can find me!

Feeling the cool breeze blowing towards him, the boy grinned and suddenly laughed out loud.

The dark and silent night was once again stirred by this laughter, which also indicated that this exciting game of chase was about to come to an end.

Mo Xie did not slow down, and slightly tilted his head to avoid a few falling feathers. Compared to the nervousness of the boys, he still looked relaxed and natural.

Because he only needs to slightly speed up the process of "condensing the disc, forming a mark, and moving forward" to quickly close the distance.

This is not "flash" or "short-distance instant movement".

If I had to use a verb to describe it, it would be "hook".

According to the nature of the low-level structure of magic power, it is dispersed to achieve the effect of marking. The subject then uses the characteristics of magic power aggregation to connect its own magic power with the marked magic power, and then blocks the control of the latter, so as to achieve point-to-point movement.

It looks like the subject throws a hook and then relaxes and allows himself to be carried to the location of the hook.

The boy soon stopped laughing.

Because he found that no matter how fast he was, or how sharp his scattered wings were, the person behind him would always stick to him at the first opportunity, like a piece of taffy that he could not get rid of.

I'm reaching my limit.

don't want……

Don't come here!

The boy's breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat the size of beans were blown off by the wind, sparkling in the moonlight.

"I caught up with you."

It was clearly a gentle voice and a kind tone, but to him it sounded like an evil spirit demanding his life. It made him shudder and feel dizzy.

Witch power and wind magic, two similar colors intertwined together, showing each other's sharp fangs, gnawing and biting.

The young magician was no match for the pure-blood supreme wizard he once was. His magic power quickly fell behind and he shrank pitifully towards his master.

Just then, an accident suddenly happened.

The boy's figure swayed and his face turned extremely pale.

Oops! I'm out of mana!

He was at the highest point of his walking in the air, about twenty meters from the ground. If he fell from this height... he would be lucky to be alive.

Under his desperate gaze, the wings of the Wind Spirit gradually became transparent, flickering like the dying flame of a candle.

Help! Someone save me!

I haven't spoken to the lovely Vivian yet, and I don't want to die!

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the shape of the Wind Spirit Wings was completely distorted, and the remaining wind-attribute magic power dissipated into the air.

To be honest, the feeling of falling is dreamy.

After a very short period of suspension in the air, the helpless body was wrapped in endless fear. But when the tense muscles broke through the strong wind and the boiling blood poured into the empty brain, the fear was replaced by another subtle and sweet feeling.

The boy closed his eyes and held his head with both hands to try to reduce some of the damage.

Fortunately, he was able to calculate the time of his fall so that he knew when he would faint.

"don’t worry."

However, what he considered did not happen.

A warm touch lifted his back, and then his legs were firmly hooked.

The voice that had made him shudder just now was like a warm and gentle spring breeze blowing into his ears.

The boy opened his eyes and his gaze slowly moved between Moshe's smiling face and his strong arms.

"You and I……"

This scene seems strangely familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

"Come with me to find Vivian now?"

Yes, that's right, he was like that when he was competing with Vivian.

"……OK."

Why would he lend a helping hand to a stranger, or even a person who was hostile to him? What on earth was Moshe Mackintosh thinking?

Could it be that...what I did was really too much?

Mo Xie and his men landed gently, then returned the same way, crossing most of the college and arriving at the public rest area next to the senior dormitory building.

Vivian and her friends have been waiting here for a long time.

Facing the angry crowd, the boy bowed his head and apologized honestly: "I will return all your things to you. I was wrong, I won't do it again next time."

Vivian was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows trembling slightly, and two lines of tears of joy slid down her cheeks. Then she hugged her friend tightly, revealing a smile of regaining what she had lost.

"Great! Vivian!"

"You can rest in peace today!"

"Huh?" Dalio asked in confusion, "What did you do? Mo Xie."

When I went to the dormitory just now, the boy was still uncooperative?