Quick Transmigration: The host is so sweet after being counter-attacked!

Wind again?
Zhu Chu glanced at the roses crawling on the fence. The leaves were quietly and without any movement, and they didn't seem to be blown by the wind at all.

When she was in the dormitory in the morning, even though the windows were closed, there was wind blowing in.

Combined with the current situation, is there anything strange?
Black mages can't be so rampant... dare to go directly to the magic academy to snatch people?
Delfina gave Zhu Chu the magic book today, and she roughly read through it. It only recorded some elementary magic spells, and did not involve offensive magic, but there are many tricks that can be tricked.

Zhu Chu clenched the scepter in his pocket, thinking that if that person wanted to force himself, he would not mind teaching him a little lesson.

Zhu Chu was wary of the movement around him, and gradually slowed down.

The corridor under the moonlight has a hazy feeling, and the long-lit wall fires on both sides make a small burning sound, which is ancient and mysterious.

The feeling of the wind is more obvious, under the slightly dim light, it seems that even the shadow under the feet is slightly swaying.

In a trance, something stuck to her ear, and the faint fragrance lingered, accompanied by a soft murmur: "Why are you so vigilant..."

Startled, Zhu Chu turned around abruptly, holding the simple scepter enlarged in his hand, and the white light surrounded the emerald on the top, emitting a dazzling light.

The entire corridor was completely illuminated, and Zhu Chu managed to see the man's appearance.

The first thing that catches the eye is a head of dazzling blond hair, winding and draping over his shoulders, and the pure white robe, as if light as nothing, floating in mid-air with his movements.

Her face was almost perfect, with a pair of pointed ears hidden under her long hair. She was fair and beautiful, with deep blue eyes dyed with a soft smile, looking sacred and majestic.

It turned out to be an elf.

Zhu Chu's thoughts wandered for a moment, and he felt that Delfina was right.

The elf is really beautiful, the kind of beauty that has blurred the gender, it is estimated that individuals will be amazed when they see it.

However, it is said that all elves have wings, but the elves in front of them seem to be suspended in the air by something, without spreading their beautiful wings.

Zhu Chu was a little regretful, but he forgot to move, and the scepter was still pointing straight at the beautiful elf in front of him.

There was a breeze around, and Norville landed on the ground lightly, with his fingers on the top of the fist, and the spreading power wrapped the white light ball until it disappeared.

"A newborn magician...pointing someone with a scepter like this is very dangerous."

Zhu Chu heard him sigh lightly.

The elf's voice is also like fairy music, soft and slow, low and moving, as if it can cleanse people's hearts.

Zhu Chu was a little depressed.

Danger is danger, but if you follow others in the middle of the night, shouldn't you be on guard against danger?

While thinking, the elf standing in front of her reached out and took off the corolla woven from branches on her head, and gently placed it on her head.

The other party looked down at her and praised softly: "Very beautiful."

The elves advocate simplicity and nature. They are already beautiful enough, so they don't need external decorations.

The crowns of the elf kings of all dynasties are woven from the branches of the tree of life. The green leaves on them will never wither, symbolizing vitality and vitality, and also representing the supreme authority of the elf kings.

At this moment, Norville smiled and gave the crown to Zhu Chu.