There is always something wrong with the temple

..." Before little Andrew finished speaking, Emma put her arms around little Andrew's shoulders.

While the thin Emma felt the child's growing up, she said fairly and honestly: "If my son did something wrong, I believe he will be a person who has the courage to take responsibility and be responsible for the consequences. And I will also Stand behind him and accompany him to solve the problem."

Emma subtly substituted words.

Something wrong is not necessarily a bad thing.

Little Andrew seemed to be relieved. He leaned into his mother's arms and sobbed and said, "Antonio threw away a statue of Clara yesterday. I picked it up at the time, but I didn't tell them. Today the teacher said that Antonio came There was an accident on the way to school, already, already dead..."

In the bookcase, the eyeballs of a small statue seemed to flash red.

...

"Ugh-"

Blake rolled in the starry sky garden.

Since it rained, Black has become much more active in the territory than before, and he can often see a big dragon flying in mid-air with its tail flicking.

Even Blake wanted to play with the elves.

The elves are a long-lived race. They have witnessed too many changes in their extremely long time, and they can naturally accept new changes...but Black is really too big.

Even the smallest chubby dragon is a not-so-gentle gentleman.

After Black knocked down the elf twice in succession, Wusu gave Black a ban, and he could only flutter butterflies in the handstand garden.

Blake: Angry!

Blake is not a dragon to catch butterflies!

蝶~

Black tried hard to roll in the mushroom, and the slippery spores rolled down the dragon.

Under the stars, school.

Professor Mike wiped the glasses, then put them back on, "This is the end of today's class. If you have any questions, please continue to ask."

Professor Mike's personality is very gentle, even if the most ordinary things disturb him, he will not be impatient, but give his own advice very carefully.

His students like him very much.

"Professor, the deputy said that the little lord already knows about the library you mentioned earlier, and will arrange it soon." After class, a half-elf hopped to Professor Mike's side.

Mike laughed after hearing this, “It’s a good thing.”

The half-elf liked Professor Mike very much. After nodding along with him, he asked many other questions. After getting answers from Professor Mike, she was dragged away by the friend who had been waiting for her.

Professor Mike sorted out his lesson plans, and was pulled away from the vast expanse by Han Qiu who was waiting at the door as soon as he went out.

Old Mike said helplessly: "Even if I stay in the hospital day and night, it's useless. It can't change the length of life."

Han Qiu rubbed his hands impatiently, "Hospitals really can't, but alchemy potions are possible! I recently developed a potion, maybe it can be effective?"

Professor Mike has extremely rich knowledge. When Han Qiu communicates with him, he will always be hibernated by him. Occasionally, when developing medicine, he will develop in the direction of prolonging life without paying attention.

After listening to Han Qiu's words, Professor Mike shook his head helplessly, and was dragged by Han Qiu to the alchemy workshop.

"We are now..." Professor Mike raised his head subconsciously before he finished speaking.

wind.

Han Qiu also raised his head, as if something invisible and intangible opened up.

Something is gradually opening.

Chamber.

Wu Su was bending over to look for a dropped quill pen under the table, when a dragon fell from outside.

"oops--"

Wu Su:?

How did the little chubby dragon who was frolicking in the starry sky garden fall down?

Black cried in Wusu's mind.

Blake: Woo.

Wu Su grabbed the quill in his hand and crawled out slowly.

The little nose is a little gray.

Mephisto took out the veil and wiped the dust left on the tip of Wusu's nose for Wusu.

Five Su smiled at Mephisto.

Mephisto's breathing stopped for a second.

Although he didn't need it.

There is a smile in the black eyes, which is a rare and gorgeous color.Wusu's small black curly hair is scattered on her shoulders, she is small, her skin is whiter than snow, her lips are as red as blood, her exquisite beauty never fades away.

"Mephisto."

After Wusu finished speaking sweetly, she tilted her ears.

He seems to have heard something.

Above the stars, those petite and lovely elves descended.

They walked around Wusu several times, and the broken stars seemed to pave a welcoming road.

There are guests.