Beautiful as a flower in the escape book [Unlimited Stream]

In the early morning, while Lu Lingqi was still asleep, the messenger knocked on her door.

"It's time for etiquette class..."

Lu Lingqi lay on the bed and pretended to be dead.

Tuk tuk tuk, the knock on the door was very patient, maintaining a fixed rhythm.

Lu Lingqi crawled out of the quilt, opened the door with dark circles under her eyes, and shouted at the petite and slender messenger outside the door: "I'm sick!!"

The communications soldier's face was flushed red, he didn't dare to look directly at Lu Lingqi's open collar, and stammered: "Then, then I'll ask for leave for you, my lord."

she doesn't look too smart

Lu Lingqi thought to herself, and called her without hope: "Is there any... special supplies shop in Quimper?"

The young communicator widened his eyes, looked at the magician in disbelief, stared blankly for a while, blushed, and asked in a low voice like a mosquito, "Is this that kind of shop?"

Lu Lingqi tried her best to behave naturally and nodded.

The communication soldier repeated in a more cadenced tone: "That kind??!!"

Lu Lingqi let out a "hmm".

The signal soldier said in a softer voice: "The army advocates abstinence, official members can't go to that kind of place." She glanced around and lowered her head furtively, "But if you need it, you can find out and go to the city wall." The civilians walking around and begging for food may be able to get what you want."

Lu Lingqi didn't want the Legion to spread rumors that a trainee magician had sex addiction at a young age the next day, so she said seriously and calmly, "The special supplies store I'm talking about is a magic material store. What do you mean?"

The communications soldier was caught off guard by her and stuttered: "I, no, I mean, you can fill out the application form, then go directly to apply, and wait for the approval from the superior."

Lu Lingqi closed the door expressionlessly: "Then I will continue to rest, remember to ask for leave for me."

She returned to the room and carefully calculated her age.

She doesn't know her exact age. On the island, time is a very vague concept. She seldom counts the time. The sunrise and sunset are one day.Some people will, and every time they pass they will secretly draw a line in a tree.

But the gatekeeper said that the person who entered the deep sea must be over 16 years old, so she must be at least 16 years old.

She was definitely a little older than a lot of people in her high school class.

Lu Lingqi tried to return her life to normal.

She continued to study magic and exercise.The Nightblade Legion did not have a large number of people stationed in Quimper, and they temporarily requisitioned several local boarding schools as their bases. In the middle of the night, they often woke up Lu Lingqi with loud whistles.

Lu Lingqi set up a lot of defensive magic in the house, including noise-silencing magic, which caused the shy messenger to have a spare key.

As time passed, her every move became more and more strange.

This kind of weirdness is not an obvious maverick, but a normal weirdness, but it is too normal, can anyone be so normal?

No excessive bad habits, have normal and ordinary hobbies, conversation will not make people annoying, and behavior habits meet the general standards of normal people.

It was as if a line called "ordinary" had been drawn, and she had always kept herself highly coincident with this line.

……

"What are you doing?"

The breath of the waves swept over, and Lu Lingqi sat at the desk to write a new alarm system.

The body of the gatekeeper quietly appeared beside her.

The dim light half-illuminated her body, and just as she finished speaking, there were footsteps outside the door.

She tiptoed lightly and jumped aside.

Zooey walked in with deep eyes: "You are transforming yourself."

Lu Lingqi smiled lightly: "It's worth a try."

She looked very calm: "Magic can act on things as well as people, can't it?"

Zoe: "Go ahead."

Lu Lingqi: "People think that the existing complex and extravagant ceremonies in the temple are entirely due to the corruption of religion, but they have never considered that the pope and the saint, if they ask for so much gold, silver and jewels, is it really useful?

Gold and mithril are one of the magic materials. Jewelry is often used as a medium for casting spells. I don't think the crowns on the heads of the pope and the saint are just for decoration. "

"They store a lot of complex and powerful magic in these treasures." Lu Lingqi said slowly, "I just think... If these magics directly use me as a medium, then some complex magics can be transformed into instant magic. hairstyle."

Zoe: "The problem is that the human body cannot be used as a medium for casting spells."

Lu Lingqi shrugged, did not answer the conversation, and instead asked about Zoe Ansotaran's situation, as well as the specific geographical location.

The university is about to start, and she will set foot on a new place again.

She went to see Annie during this period. Annie's maid outfit was badly damaged when she fled. She changed her clothes and it looked pretty good.

She also went to see the army drills and saw that they repeated quite a few training tasks day in and day out.

She also walked around Quimper, looking at the civilians who lived here.

The rich people ran away early when they heard that the rebels had come, leaving behind these people who had struggled to make a living in this land for generations.

The city's industrial and transportation systems were all paralyzed, as if back in the earliest days, currency was useless and barter was used.

The reputation of the night blades is not the worst among the rebels, but the ASEAN countries still launched many times to encircle the night blades until the northern guerrillas appeared. , roughly divided into two opposing organizations, the Conservative Party of the emperor's younger brother, the Prince of Wales, and the emerging aristocracy headed by the Marquess Fred.

War is burning money.But the people of some ASEAN countries can no longer take money out of their pockets.

Therefore, it seems to be a perfect choice to transfer domestic conflicts to other races that are more vulnerable, and plunder their resources to complete primitive accumulation.

From early autumn to late winter, a cold wind blew through the empty streets, and a group of soldiers pressed the imperial soldiers to the execution ground in the suburbs.

Gradually, there were more and more people on the street, and soon, there was a long tail behind the soldiers, as if all the people from the whole journey came out.

They followed in silence to the execution ground.The executioner raised his hand and shouted the first order, breaking the icy silence.

His deep and majestic command seemed to ignite something in the frozen air, and the crowd began to show signs of commotion. They crowded in front, but still kept a cautious distance.

The captives were pressed to their knees, facing the crowd of onlookers below.The executioner next to him raised his knife.

When the head of the soldier of the first empire was chopped off, the spurting plasma was like a gushing spring, and fell to the ground with a thud, the cold light of the knife, and an indescribable sense of excitement spread among the crowd.They were more agitated—

"kill him!!"

When the first person shouted such a slogan, the rest of the crowd shouted out one after another, as if crossing an invisible critical line, arriving at the other end, hearty, sadistic and bloodthirsty pleasure.

It was an almost primitive impulse, hidden deep in my heart, a desperate impulse, a scene I had never imagined, accompanied by the wailing and hysterical impulse that burst out after the throat was squeezed.

They squeezed and shoved forward, their faces burning with frenzied excitement.

——"Kill them!!"

Their shrill voices whistled along with the cold wind.

Seeing the blood-stained snow under his feet, becoming cloudy and ugly, a human head rolled to a person's feet, he bent down to pick it up, and raised his arms.

Blood dripped on his head, making people shuddering, addictive, and crazy. He didn't need to think about anything, only needed a complete emotional catharsis.

The executioner looked at them indifferently, and raised his hand in a gesture.

The soldiers dispersed, leaving butcher knives behind, leaving them the bound Imperial soldiers.

A bloody orgy.

The distorted screams, the howls of the imperial soldiers, the blood, and the thick and thick colors all over the eyes stimulated the senses even more.

Lu Lingqi stood watching from a distance with a dull expression.

The gatekeeper stood beside her.

"Let's go." Lu Lingqi wrapped the robe tightly around her body, "I'm going to study in Ansuo Talan tomorrow."

The gatekeeper smoothed her drooping hair.

Lu Lingqi stood still, and she took a deep breath.

"You don't want to do this."

Her tone remained calm: "Don't be nice to me, or my emotions will fluctuate."

The gatekeeper moved lightly.

Then, she smiled lowly, and the air of her words scratched her ears: "You are far crazier than Zooey imagined."

"Divinity is not shaped like this. You have to transform your body into a container that can hold magic. You can't do that."

"Want to know what God looks like?"

The breath of the sea waves swept over again, and the eyes of the woman in front of her became darker and darker, as dark as blood.

Then, a huge, indescribable phantom completely enveloped the gloomy sky.

The sticky and slippery touch touched her body, and countless vine-like things wrapped around her limbs, but there was nothingness in front of her eyes, and all she could feel was the most primitive and direct touch.

The author has something to say:

Calvin, mainly because the relationship line is not easy to deal with