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

There is a limit to the use of magic, and magic power cannot be used indefinitely anytime, anywhere. Even if someone is behind to help finish it, when Zhu Chu threw down the last light purification technique, his eyes would turn black.

It can only be described as exhausted.

The undead army is the most evil existence in the world, and only the light department can completely restrain it. If other methods are used to forcibly fight against it, it is very likely that there will be hidden dangers that will not be eradicated.

Hundreds of years ago, it was a few great magicians of the light department who really drove these guys out completely.

But at this moment, Zhu Chu was very much like them.

If before this, the characters in those textbooks were just legends in their ears, then after experiencing this incident, the students will probably never forget that there was a classmate who stood side by side with the Elf King and resolved a big crisis.

After this trip, Norwell was very distressed. For a moment, he secretly hated why he was not a light department. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't help the girl much.

His Majesty the Elf King's brows drooped, his blue eyes dimmed slightly, and his slightly clenched hands showed his uneasy state of mind at the moment.

Zhu Chu was a little tired. At this moment, he didn't care how many pairs of eyes were staring at them. He leaned back and was caught smoothly.

She adjusted this posture, buried her head in the arms of His Majesty the Elf King, and rubbed her head dependently: "Norville, I am very happy today."

In fact, if there were no fragments of Shangli, no matter how hard or tired she was in the small world, she would have to carry it alone, instead of someone hugging and loving her like now.

Tiandao's daughter was not so easily moved, but was accompanied time and time again, slowly opening her heart.

Since then, another person has been accommodated, facing the thorns and ups and downs with her.

Zhu Chu was very fortunate to have this encounter.

The poison of love is the most poisonous in the world, and gods often avoid it, but at this moment, she feels that it is not bad to just sink like this.

Nowell lowered his eyes, touched the girl's hair lightly, and kissed her hair under the surprised eyes of the students and instructors nearby.

His voice was soft: "If you are tired, take a rest and leave the rest to me."

Without the undead army, the remaining black magicians are nothing to fear at all. If Norville is willing, with a random thought, the gentle wind can be turned into a sharp blade, and all their lives will be taken away.

But it would be too cheap for them.

Nowell's eyes dimmed.

After the hypocrisy was over, Zhu Chu recovered his face, and suddenly felt that it was not good to cuddle in front of everyone, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead as he said.

She was already very tired, and after a while, her breathing began to gradually calm down, and the arms around the young man's waist also relaxed.

Norville leaned over slightly, passed a hand through the bend of her leg, and firmly held the girl in his arms.

His steps seemed to be even stable. He walked up to the slightly messy headmaster and asked calmly, "What are you going to do with these black magicians?"

The Elf King's voice was clear and joyful, not to mention the actions just now, which had already broken the inherent understanding of the principal and his party about the elves.

He stammered: "Killed?"