Mi August felt that he was almost done, so he stopped pouring the spirit, and stopped his cultivation on the fourth-stage intermediate spirit boy. The spiritual core could mobilize more spiritual power at one time, and threw the Yin Fire in his hand towards his feet.
Harsh screams came from all directions.
"You're crazy, you're crazy!"
"Syrup" hissed.
If the other person is not crazy, then it must be crazy.
Mi August said nothing nonsense, and the continuous yin fire was thrown out as if it were not spiritual power.
"Syrup" was overwhelmed and finally felt scared.
If this continues, not to mention eroding the prey, it itself will be wasted here.
"I'll fight with you!" The roars filled with hatred and ferocity came in waves, and the next second a ball of "syrup" that was not frozen by the Yin Fire flew out of the window.
It turns out that "I'll fight with you" was just a trick to attract the prey's attention in order to escape better.
puff.
The window had a hole in it.
"Syrup" looked at the clown outside.
The clown tilted his head in confusion.
"Hurry..." Syrup started.
A hand reached out from the window and grabbed the syrup.
Syrup still wants to cut off its tail to survive, but unfortunately the frost of Yin Fire has frozen it.
The clown stood there dumbfounded.
Mi August, who had caught the core of the syrup, stood by the window and looked at it.
History is always surprisingly similar, and the two looked at each other through the window like this last night.
puff.
The abscess on the clown's body burst again.
Mi August heard the sound and looked towards the self-exploded sores on its body.
Normal people would find the wound disgusting and ugly, but Mi August could observe it with a calm expression, while still thinking about the principle and function of the wound. One thing is certain, that is, the liquid in the sore has a certain corrosive effect of sulfuric acid.
Under her gaze, the clown took a half step back in inexplicable fear, dragging the sack with him and trying to run away.
"Wait." Mi August called to stop it.
The clown was restless, looking like he wanted to run but didn't dare.
It would never have thought that someone would be "interested" in its ugly body, so it could only regard the strange look in its eyes as a form of murderous intent.
Mi August said: "Please repair my window if you have time."
The Harlequin nodded silently.
"Thank you." Mi August smiled.
The clown jumped back two steps in fright, then ran away quickly on stilts, dragging the sack.
Mi August watched its leaving figure, ignoring the prying eyes from next door, and walked into the house.
Now she has a ball of fist-sized syrup frozen by the Yin Fire. There is a high probability that this thing is the core of the monster, so after it is frozen, the brown sugar film that previously covered the room dissolved and flowed to the ground, making it sticky. It looks very unsightly.
The syrup in the frozen layer was stirring, and a voice came from inside, "You can't kill me. Killing me is against the rules. Don't forget what happened to your good friend."
Mi August had already speculated that the strange stories of Du'e Academy could be communicated with each other, and information could be exchanged.
Now Syrup's words just confirmed her argument.
Mi August said: "The rule he violated was to cause chaos without provocation. There is a difference between you and me. You are a fake dormitory manager who designed to sneak up and attack me. I am acting in self-defense."
syrup:"……"
Mi August added: "Besides, I can still file a complaint against you."
Syrup immediately said: "If you can, just complain to me."
Mi August nodded, "It seems that complaining to the complaint well about the fake hostel will not kill you."
syrup:"……"
I was tricked, and I was tricked again! What this damn student said is full of lies.
Mi August spoke to it twice more, but Syrup pretended to be dead.
Mi August thought thoughtfully, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you now?"
Syrup remained silent and sneered in his heart: If you really wanted to kill me, you wouldn't have said so much nonsense. When you first started, you didn't say any unnecessary nonsense.
It made up its mind to pretend to be dead, but reality did not allow it to do so.
Mi August suddenly realized that he hadn't even waited for him to take action. (The next page is more exciting!)
Threatening, the frozen syrup in his hand has begun to tremble.
"Quick, let me go!"
This time, Mi88 stopped talking.
Syrup was filled with hatred and fear, "Or hide me, just hide me!"
Mi August did not listen to what it said. Instead, he remembered something and walked towards the window.
This behavior aroused great fear in Syrup, and it begged for mercy, "No matter what you want to do, I promise you, if you don't want to lose my words, just do what I say!"
Mi August had already walked to the window, holding the frozen syrup in his hand and immediately shut up and pretended to be dead, not daring to make a sound.
Mi August also saw the situation outside through the broken window.
Just as she thought, the lights swayed from far to near at night.
"Is it your nemesis?" Mi August said.
No need for a syrupy answer, Mi August knew the answer by thinking about his "senior brother's" reaction last night.
The frozen syrup has been shaken into a sieve, and I am trying my best to break through the ice and get out.
But as soon as the frozen cage was damaged, a spell map appeared, and another ball of Yin Fire reinforced it.
The syrup is going crazy. \./hand\./machine\./version\./no\./wrong\./first\./post~~
When it was desperate, Mi August turned around and took it to the bathroom.
Sensing the hope of survival, Syrup lowered his voice and said quickly: "Take me out of here and put me in the wishful bag. What can a door block? Otherwise, you can just untie me."
It didn't take long for Syrup to understand just what a door could hold back.
After entering the bathroom, Mi August opened the door sign hanging on the door and threw the frozen syrup in.
In the blink of an eye, Frozen Syrup found himself in an unfamiliar environment. The frost on his body faded away, and Syrup successfully escaped.
It was so surprised that its malice aroused, and it made up its mind to summon its "brothers and sisters" to take down Mi August at once next time.
What we need to do now is to return to the base camp to heal.
As a strange thing about the dormitory office, syrup can sense the dormitory office at any time and can return directly within a certain range.
However, a strange phenomenon occurred this time. Looking in one direction, Syrup felt that his "home" was separated from him by thousands of mountains and rivers.
Syrup twisted twice in confusion, and soon the award body condensed into a fat child.
It was disgusted and resentful that this was the only thing left of its body. It walked towards the door but found that it couldn't be opened at all.
"What's going on?" The fat kid melted into syrup again and tried to flow out through the crack of the door.
A pair of wooden hands appeared on the ground, rolled it up into a ball, and threw it back to where it had just appeared.
Syrup turned into a fat child again, looking at the wooden hands in shock and fear.
Why can this wooden hand easily hold it in its pulpy state!?
The outer gate of Du'e Academy, cabin No. 8.
After throwing the new materials back to his hometown laboratory, Mi August walked out of the bathroom and saw a light flickering in the window.
She walked over, and the weasel with the oil lamp was standing by her window, staring in.
Mi August noticed the direction of its gaze. After thinking about it, he went to open the door and said, "We meet again."
The weasel, hearing her voice, turned and nodded to her.
Mi August smiled and said, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
She turned sideways and made an invitation.
The weasel didn't move.
Mi August added: "The contents inside will be given to you."
The weasel thanked her again, put down the cart, and walked into Mi August's house.
It walked up to the sticky and ugly syrup and looked at Mi August again.
Mi August said: "This is it, for you."
The weasel knelt down and gathered the syrup in his arms.
Mi August saw with his own eyes that a lump of disgusting syrup turned into a familiar package in the hands of the weasel.
The weasel opened the package.
There are no hospital uniforms or anything inside, but a pile of wedding candies wrapped in red paper.
The weasel opened one and put it in his mouth. The joy could be seen on its face, and then he grabbed a handful and gave it to Mi August.
Mi August stretched out his hand to accept it and said with a smile, "Thank you."
The weasel narrowed his eyes and grabbed another small handful for her.
Mi August took it with a smile. (The next page is more exciting!)
Come.
The weasel didn't stay here long. It wrapped the package and hung it around its neck, then waved goodbye to Mi August politely.
Mi August walked it to the door and saw it dragging the cart away.
Put the wedding candies in your hand into the bag of good wishes, leaving only one to stuff into the book of good and evil.
Books on Good and Evil are rejected.
【Gift Candy】
[Gift candy made by "..." after swallowing Kaidan]
[You never know whether a prank or a surprise is waiting for you before you open the package]
Don't rush to be happy, the next line is the key. \./hand\./machine\./version\./no\./wrong\./first\./post~~
[99% chance it’s a prank].
