Spell Fight: All my spells are forbidden!

Just then Rem came out and threw the trash in her hand into the trash.

His eyes swept and saw several people on his side.

Look at everything in front of you in amazement.

People who talk to dogs.

Tilting his head to look at the sunglasses uncle squatting on the ground.

Big eyes, small head, and quickly came to a conclusion.

It should be a person who does not have a very good IQ.

Another yellow-haired guy over there was still squatting on the ground and counting passing cars.

There are also so many wretched people in this world.

"Uncle."

"You must be hungry."

"You'll wait, Rem will bring you something to eat."

"Stop grabbing food from puppies."

The voice fell.

The night moth was stunned, his face was livid and his eyes widened.

His mind, which had been constantly thinking, was suddenly pierced by this voice.

It was like a boulder had fallen from the surface of an otherwise calm lake.

No, no, no, no!

It's a meteorite.

Carrying endless impact, rushing to the surface of the lake to make the lake with few waves.

Raise waves like the ocean.

The night moth kept looking up, blinking at Rem who was walking towards the villa.

The whole skull is spinning like a machine.

He froze!

Stunned fiercely.

I'm a nocturnal moth.

The principal of the Spell High School, a well-known existence in the entire spell world.

But now.

It's now.

In this place where I waited for five or six hours.

In this place where students spit on.

The place where this special spell master was abducted.

He was treated as someone who grabbed food with his dog.

Can I, a night moth with a spell master, grab something to eat with a dog?

Is it possible?

Completely impossible.

Purr, gurgling.

The sound of a belly ringing.

Seems to fit a few things.

The night moth glanced at the dog in front of him, got up and kicked and flew.

Don't care about the dog's complaints.

Marde.

Ask for directions, no.

I know that I scream, and I can't even say anything.

Really a dog.

Looking at the kicked dog moth Masamichi straightened up, waiting for the girl just now to come out again.

Ask Yuetong's villa.

After all, Yuetong can't have two at the same time.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could there be such a thing.

"Nanami Kenren, come here."

"I guess Yuetong's home is near here."

Nanami Jianren frowned, and although his eyes were full of helplessness, he still walked over.

After all, after such a long time, I finally met someone.

It's a lot better than just a few hours ago.

Now, of course, he chose not to speak.

The Night Moth Masamichi glanced at Nanami Jianren, stood up, and the two quietly waited for Rem to appear.

And inside the villa.

Tsukiki, who finished playing the game, looked at Ninety-nine Yuki on the side.

Stretched his waist and hugged it.

Of course, Rem passing by on one side did not let go.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

As the lights turn off.

Enter the life of moonlight and night.

An hour passed.

The night moth stood tall and watched everything in front of him.

Now he knows it clearly.

This is a very powerful technique, so powerful that it cannot be cracked.

Unless you use some special spells.

Otherwise, you can only wait for the spell to be exhausted, or it is insufficient to cause the spell to be lifted.

Otherwise, you have to keep waiting.

It was clear that Yuetong was far more powerful than they thought.

Nanami Kento squatted on one side, looking at the night moth Masamichi in front of him and frowning helplessly.

Start counting the cars.

Three hours passed.

The night moth bent down, and the expression on his face was indescribably stubborn.

His eyes stared dead in the direction just now, and his blood-red eyes represented his seriousness.

He's the headmaster.

How can it be compromised like that.

The stubborn soul continues to grow savagely.

Be sure to take Ninety-nine Yuki back.

Nanami Jianren had a few more red bumps on the top of his head, still counting the vehicles.

Already reached the two hundred and ninety-third car.

Forcing yourself to open your eyes.

Of course, there is a red lump on the head.

It has a certain effect.

Five hours later.

Masamichi the Night Moth leaned against the wall with his body propped up, watching everything with his remaining sight.

The expression on his face was tired and stubborn.

I was still chanting a few words in my heart.

My newly promoted principal!

Nanami Kento fell to the ground, and the lump on his head was very conspicuous.

A few numbers were written crooked on the ground.

458 vehicles.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound.

Click, click, click!

The door opened.

Rem walked out with some food in her arms and looked at her uncle with red eyes.

She paused and immediately handed the food to the uncle in front of her.

By the way, I threw some food to the dog on one side.

How long will this have to be hungry, Rem can't help but feel a little sad.

"Uncle, don't worry."

"Is there anything else to eat here?"

"Don't worry about the non-poisonous eat quickly, you see the dogs have eaten it."

Night Moth Zhengdao looked at the girl in front of him, took a deep breath, and mobilized the strength in his body.

The voice was full of weakness without eating.

"Do you know where Yuetong's house is?"

"I'm the headmaster of the High School of Spells."

"Want to visit him!"

Rem was stunned after hearing this, and blinked her eyes and glanced at her own door and the door number on the gate.

None of this has changed.

Not clear here.

Don't.

She seemed to realize something and said in a tone that cared most about people.

"Are you blind?"

"Ah! Sorry uncle, I didn't change the game before. "

"Is there something wrong with your eyes?"

"My house is in front, you are here now, I'll ask the master!"

The night moth's pupils dilated rapidly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the girl in front of him.

This tone of gentle pity for the weak can not seem fake at all.

And I'm very different from the blind, okay.

Is this a caring word for people?

Is it?!

But it does care about the tone of the person.

Me me me.

Principal of the Nocturnal Moth Orthodox Spell High School.

I have never suffered such a grievance.

Looking at Rem who left again, this time the night moth did not flinch at all.

He followed.

In case you accidentally repeat yesterday's ending just that accidentally.

Wait nine hours.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

I, the Night Moth Masamichi, have never suffered such grievances when I am so big.

But soon.

He stopped.

Putting your body in shape must at least have the posture of a principal.

Not far from him, a figure walked over with a soul release knife.

As the headmaster of the Spell High School, he was well aware of the meaning of the watch carried by the Soul Releasing Knife.

This kind of knife that ignores any physical defense can directly cut off the soul.

Obviously, that's not the case.

At the same time, a voice came out, and Yuetong came out from inside.

Look at the principal in front of you.

Of course, it is obvious that he has just seen the news of Kong Shiyu and the Night Moth's right path.

"It turned out to be the headmaster of the Spell High School."

"Please come in!"

The night moth walked backwards and reached out to knock Nanami Kento's already lumpy head.

The huge tingling sensation soon sobered up Nanami Kento.

Touching his twisted head, he stood up.

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