Tokyo, which was originally a clear sky, is now shrouded in endless dark clouds.
The sky continued to explode with thunder, as if Lei Gong was angry.
Long Yi in the room gently shook a goblet that he took out from nowhere.
The red wine in the glass, the smell of wine, spreads all over the room.
The electric light flickered, illuminating the originally dark room.
At the same time, it was also reflected on Long Yi's almost perfect profile face.
He sipped the blood-red wine in the glass lightly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
The moon-white eyes reflected bright red ripples.
Hundreds of ghosts walk in the night, some people are more happy than ghosts, and some people sit on the throne and watch all living beings as ants.
Long Yi, on the other hand, looked like he was watching a big play that was about to be staged, with a playful and cold expression.
........
Tokyo, the home of the Zen Temple.
A man with white hair, wearing a kimono, was lying lazily on the tatami. The maple leaves around him were slowly falling, and the courtyard was constantly playing melodious tunes.
It seems to bring everything back to that fascinating Edo period.
The man kept pouring the fine wine from the wine gourd into his mouth, even if his clothes were stained, he didn't care.
Like a high-roller, bohemian,
His silver hair leaned back, two long beards hung from his chin, and his slender eyebrows swayed leisurely.
Made him look a little drunk.
"Lord Zhibiren! Do you really want to put a curse tool like Bachi Qionggouyu in the competition in front of the imperial court? It's the curse tool that the old Patriarch himself put into the secret library."
Shadow one was excited and his face flushed.
And across from him, the drunk man is the head of the contemporary Chan Yuan family among the three Yu family, and the Chan Yuan is directly adjacent to people!
Claimed to be the fastest man in the magic world.
After hearing Ying Yi's words, the people directly adjoining the Zen Yuan glanced at Ying Yi with hazy eyes, and then buttoned their ears.
"A thing that is going to be moldy in the secret room is also regarded as a treasure by you. Really, so ~ petty, not like the seed of our Chanyuan family at all."
"Ao~" After saying this, the Zen Yuan Naobi person knocked on his head as if he had suddenly remembered something, and said apologetically.
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot that you are not the bloodline of the Chanyuan family, hahaha~ Huhu, Huhu~"
After saying these words, the man from the Zen Yuan fell directly on the tatami, snoring, as if he had fallen asleep completely. .
Chapter 62
"Lord Patriarch!!" Ying Yi's face was as red as blood was blooming, but he still shouted unwillingly.
However, Naobiren, who was already lying on the tatami, seemed to be completely asleep, snoring softly.
Ying Yi gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling slightly.
Jaw was shaking uncontrollably with anger.
But in the end, he could only kneel on the ground again, and then exit the courtyard.
The contempt inside and outside the words of the Zen Yuan Zhibiren, he could hear it, and he heard it really.
He is not a member of the Chanyuan family, and although he can win respect through his strength, it is clear that Yingyi does not have this qualification.
Even, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't compare to those family members of the Chanyuan.
Even if the opponent's strength may not be that strong, as long as he is crowned with the name of the Chanyuan, the opponent seems to be much nobler than him in an instant.
When he was young, he worked hard day and night in order to one day stand upright in front of everyone, but everything he paid for was like a joke in front of the word Chanyuan.
He will never forget the moment when he proposed to represent the Chanyuan family in the imperial competition.
The higher-ups of the Chanyuan family looked at themselves with those dog-like eyes, as if to say more.
Are you worthy? ? ?
That look deeply stings, Ying Yi's very sensitive self-esteem because he was sold by his parents since childhood.
Bang! ! !
"Asshole!! Asshole!!! Asshole!! Why!! Why look at Laozi like this!! Laozi is obviously a hundred times stronger than this group of trash!!!"
Back in the dark room that he had secretly constructed in the room, Ying Yi vented all his anger on a puppet, using all his strength for every punch.
"Ahhh!!! I'm the most talented person in the Chanyuan family!!!"
Bang! ! !
With Ying Yi's angry blow, the overwhelmed puppet exploded into three segments in an instant, flew into the air, and finally fell to the ground weakly.
"Ha~ha~" Ying gasped heavily, her eyes flushed red, like a mad beast.
Sudden.
Behind him, a black mist slowly emerged, with endless treacherousness, constantly condensing in a corner of the room.
A cold voice, like an undead in the underworld, rang in Ying Yi's ears.
"If there is no Chanyuan Longyi, all this should be yours."
"Without Chanyuan Longyi, you should have shined in the imperial competition and been awarded the name of the Chanyuan."
"Without him, without him~~"
Ying Yi's eyes became even more scarlet, blue veins burst out on his forehead, his whole body trembled uncontrollably because of anger, and his hands kept shaking like a madman.
"Yes!! It's because of that trash!! A trash without any spells!! He's a liar!!"
"fraud!!!!!!"
"Then, do you want to kill Chanyuan Longyi!!!??"
quack quack quack! ! ! !
quack quack! ! !
The piercing cries of crows came from nowhere, echoing in the secret room for a long time.
.........
"Am I going wrong?"
Chanyuan Long Yi rubbed his nose and looked in front of him with a bit of suspicion.
before.
A gate that looks very majestic and broad carries the old age of history, as if the world has never moved here before ancient times.
Countless red long ropes are intertwined and connected on both sides of the gate.
Two towering pillars stood on the spot, and some mysterious words were carved on them.
When people saw the words, they only felt that their whole body was clear and clear, as if all the mortal troubles were erased by some mysterious power at this moment.
It looks like a majestic temple, or some kind of religious council.
But no matter how Long Yi looked at it, he didn't see that this was the Tokyo Metropolitan Institute of Magical Arts (hereinafter referred to as Tokyo High School).
Before crossing, Long Yi had also seen the anime about the return of magic, but it did not show the whole picture of the school.
I thought it was no different from a normal school, but I didn't expect it to be so different.
If Wutiaowu hadn't issued a mantra, he would have thought that he had come to a monastery.
"However, as expected, this school is not easy." Long Yi looked at the mysterious words on the stone pillar.
I knew in my heart that this text seemed ordinary, but it had magical power, the moment any ordinary person saw this text.
The negative emotions in the body will be purified once, thus weakening the progress of the birth of the curse spirit.
Although this effect is minimal, it is also a win-win situation, at least it shows that Tokyo High School's attitude towards curse spirits has only one solution!even from the root cause.
Just as Long Yi was trying to draw the words with his finger pen, a familiar figure appeared at the gate of the academy.
The tall figure of Ye Mo Zhengdao waved his arms far away, looking very excited.
"Long Yi, you are here!! Hahahaha!! I knew that you would definitely come back to our academy."
Zhengdao's bold voice shook Long Yi's ears. .
Chapter 63
Zhengdao's bold voice shook Long Yi's ears.
"Teacher Zhengdao, Wu should have told you. The purpose of my visit is to participate in the imperial competition. As for school, I really have no interest."
Hearing Long Yi's 'uncomprehensible' words, Ye Mo Zhengdao scratched his head embarrassingly.
"It's all the same, it's all the same, hehe!"
"Let's talk while walking." Zhengdao made a gesture of invitation, and Long Yi stepped into the campus of Tokyo High School.
As soon as he walked through the campus, Long Yi felt the surroundings, as if being enveloped by an extremely mysterious magic power.
"Long Yi, next, according to the regulations, only students from the academy can participate in the imperial competition, but I also understand your situation, so I don't want to do anything troubling."
Ye Mo Zhengdao is still thinking about Wujou's words from yesterday.
"That guy Long Yi is actually very easy to get along with. As long as you don't make it troublesome, he's a good talker."
These words were firmly remembered in Zhengdao's heart.
So he didn't want to take advantage of Long Yi's need for eight-foot Qionggou jade to threaten Long Yi to join the high school of magic.
After all, offending a 'premium' is not a good thing.
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