She Is Not a Witch

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After leaving the Qingquan Palace of Temple College, it was already close to noon. Lorrain Hill thought about it and decided to go back to where he lived and settle down for lunch, and then sort out the medicine prepared for the holiday.

After returning to his residence, he closed the black iron gate and entered his small yard. The white stone brick hut is a little mottled on the outside and covered with some green moss and vines. Next to the curved wooden door is a stone window sill. On the window sill is a row of small potted plants, but at this moment, the potted plants are not blooming, only a little Snow-covered small shrubs occasionally have wind coming out, the branches and leaves are trembling, and some snow particles are also scattered and melted.

Opened the wooden door and walked into the hall. Lorrain Hill first lit the firewood in the fireplace, then took out a few recently purchased sweet potatoes from the backyard and buried them in the ashes under the fire. Then he sat next to the fireplace. On the wooden chair, put the [Golden Moon Potion] and [Ice Cup Potion] refined during the holiday on the table, thinking about how to use it.

I have taken one [Golden Moon Potion], and I haven’t fully digested its properties. The remaining nine and [Ice Cup Potion] are not available for the time being, but they can be used to train others, although I don’t know the purpose of the system yet. , But do it for now.

It is said that my mission progress is already 27 without knowing it. In addition to Pullman, the other is Yixue Gelin. This dead ice elf princess has greater potential than imagined. She taught Mercury when she left. After the dynasty Necromancer sequence's practice method, she quickly upgraded. I really don't know what level she was in during her lifetime.

Nowadays, Bumansha and Eidolon can be cultivated in a short time, but they are still three. How can they be solved? Although Letis and Alina are good, they seem to have their own pursuits, and they are not good enough to be difficult.

Among the remaining acquaintances, Vimiya has great potential, but it is a pity that this girl has rarely been in contact with others and remains alone.

Who else?

Lorrain Hill leaned his head sideways in his arms, looked at the bright yellow flame in the fireplace, and remembered the people who could win in his mind.

Lan Lier, Ling Xin? It's too arrogant to teach the younger generation to the elders.

Xingluo? Although she is in a senior year, she seems to be very obedient, but it is a pity that she is about to graduate.

Wait a minute, it seems that I really have a good friend.

Frosia.

Unlike other people of the same age who met by coincidence, Frosia can be said to be one of the few friends who have the same interests as Lorrain Hill. This daughter-in-law who was born in the Landsworth family was in harmony with Lorrain Hill in terms of knowledge, values, and outlook on life, so the two quickly became friends in the last semester.

Say that you have newly developed a drink that tastes very good, and then lie to this good friend to drink it? Lorraine Hill shook his head. This is too evil, but instinct told her vaguely that this friend would really drink it without any doubt.

Let’s just tell her directly, Lorraine Hill hates lying. It’s not that she has to be a good person, but that unnecessary lying is really unskillful. You have to keep going, and occasionally worry about being exposed. It’s really troublesome. , And sometimes make one's conscience uneasy.

In this way, when the girl thought about it, a scent gradually came from the fire.

Sweet potatoes are ready~

Lorrain Hill raised his head, walked to the fire, and squatted carefully to prevent the white dress from getting dirty. Then he used a stick to poke away the ashes and gently poke the two charred sweet potatoes on the outside, feeling the inside After it was relatively soft, she took out a small sweet potato, and the big one was turned over again, and the other half was not cooked.

Tear off the pointed part that turned into black charcoal, and bring up a thin layer of skin underneath, exposing the yellow soft part, which is a bit crystal clear, emitting bursts of heat and fragrance.

Slowly nibbling on the sweet potatoes, Lorrain Hill also had some ideas and arrangements for the two months at the end of the year.

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In the evening of the same day, the Winter Festival Gala opened.

At the edge of the gloomy sky, the white sun is close to the horizon, and there is no warmth in the air. Even the setting sun only reflects the surrounding sunset clouds into orange, and the rest is cold.

The students of Emenas gathered in the Bridge Pier Academy at the moment, standing on the giant wall of the war fortress overlooking the mighty river and the majestic bridge below the city.

This year's winter festival evening will be held here. However, the students present still don't know where the specific stage is. They just wait here first when notified.

Some students started talking.

"It's cold, the organizer won't let us wait in the cold wind all night." A freshman complained a little dissatisfied.

"Probably not, the strength of Senior Sister Luviji is obvious to all. She has been praised by Teacher Felia, and it is said that she is very likely to become the next generation of Blue singer." Another senior retorted.

"It's hard to say, singing ability and organizational ability are two aspects..."

While the students were talking about it, the setting sun in the distance gradually immersed in the junction of water and sky. More than a dozen students wearing half-length cloaks appeared on both sides of the bridge. They were wearing green uniforms and holding a small harp. As they plucked the strings, a burst of spring-like musical notes floated in the air.

Then thick vines began to grow on both sides of the bridge, and then these vines began to spread to the center of the bridge, and then merged in the center, and then continued to grow and become thicker.

"Awesome, are these the seniors of the Walled City Academy?" Alina sighed as she stood on the tower, and then pulled the other two people in the same bedroom to look over.

Then, as these vines continued to grow and settle on the bridge, the color gradually changed from light green to dark green, dark green to brown, and finally became solid wood.

Huh--

The light green wind blade radiated fluorescence in the evening night, flying out from both sides, and began to cut these vines, as the sawdust and branches flew together, the stepped auditorium began to take shape.

The last whirlwind swept across the bridge and swept all the debris into the river. Long wooden ladders appeared on the bridge. At this moment, the loud broadcast also began to guide the students onto the bridge. According to the arrangement of the instructor, sit down. In the area of ​​the respective class.

The opening scene is considered to have aroused everyone's curiosity. Is this year's stage on the river surface, but how does the river surface perform?

As the students gradually took their seats, a transparent wind slowly formed to envelop the bridge. Although it was not very strong, it was enough to block the cold wind at night. In this way, the students sitting on the wooden stairs gradually felt a while Warmth~www.readwn.com~ Lorraine Hill watched the sunset slowly fall from the horizon, the last trace of afterglow also slowly disappeared into the sky, the world gradually fell into darkness, and Frosia, who was also sitting on the wooden steps He also stretched out his hand to hold Lorrain Hill's hand, and the two leaned together, watching the sunset sink.

A star-like firework rose slowly from the river in the distance. No one had expected that this firework would bloom so dazzlingly.

As if the only light left in the dark world, it gradually rises to the apex of the sky, and then tens of thousands of points of light bloom. These points of light are drawn across the air in a neat and uniform arc, and then face the bridge against the water. Come, the light spots all over the river illuminate the whole field of vision, and even the scenery on both sides of the bank.

Carrying the water vapor and breeze on the river surface, these light spots pass under the bridge, and the audience on the bridge also feel the cool water mist, which is shocking.

The winter festival party officially began.

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