7

"Cao'er, has your strength increased again?"

During the lunch break, Wang Bing asked in surprise. Her spiritual power gradually stabilized. Although it was only at the lower level of C-level spiritual power for the time being, Wang Bing's destructive power was already very high. She held the ice spear in her hand and could demolish a tall building of more than ten floors in one minute!

There was still some time before the class started at 1:00 pm. The four of them hid beside the walls of Qinghe Middle School and sat on the grass under the row of sycamore trees.

"Yes, you can see it?" Ming Fengcao nodded with a smile: "It's about to break through to level B."

Her slender fingers bloomed like white orchids, and a little bit of tiny light slowly rose up in the palm of her hand.

The light suddenly expanded, gradually forming a small ball the size of a fist, and then gradually became transparent, so that people could see that there was a small bee inside!

"Bee!" Han Junyang leaned closer and looked carefully, shook his head in admiration: "Xiaocao'er's imitation this time is more realistic than last time, right? The last time you imitated it was a ball of green vines. Static objects are relatively easier than these small insects that can flap their wings and fly, right?"

Ming Fengcao nodded: "Yang Yang is right, moving objects are much harder to simulate than stationary ones."

As always, Shaville sat behind Mingfengcao stretched out his hand and gently poked through the transparent bubble wrapped around the little bee.

"Oh, Wei, you're a little faster. I haven't done it yet!" Ming Fengcao pouted, and the little bee in his hand flapped its wings and flew around for a few 8 words, and then suddenly disappeared.

"Ah-Why did it disappear?" Wang Bing's eyes kept chasing the little bee. Its disappearance scared her, and then she laughed gloatingly: "This is almost the same as the witch's pumpkin cart! Cao'er, your magic has a time limit, it will disappear by twelve o'clock, hahahaha..."

Ming Fengcao glanced at Wang Bing and Han Junyang in anger, and the two of them had already laughed into a ball.

Then she grabbed Shaville's ear and pulled it out: "Wei, you are really good and bad! You know that my simile is still unstable, so why do you break the small bubble barrier I created!"

Shaville's eyes and tone were very innocent, and a trace of difficulty was raised in the corner of his lips: "Cao'er, I was wrong. I thought you had done it."

"Nonsense! How could you not find it?"

"Really, I didn't find it."

"Love people!"

“No lie.”

"asshole!"

"Cao'er, don't want me."

"Bastard! Don't always use this to show off your pity!" Ming Fengcao was like a cat that was furious, and he rushed up to ravage Shaville's face.

"Year-year-old deputy seven (sorry)...Wozhule (I was wrong)..."

Shaville's face was deformed by Ming Fengcao's little hand, but he still insisted on speaking innocently, but every word was leaking, and he heard it again and felt a lot of fun.

After ravaging Shaville for a while, Ming Fengcao found that she was more like the one she was tortured. She had to stop automatically with panting. After Shaville sat upright, she was a handsome guy with handsome eyebrows and a calm temperament, and became more and more dissatisfied.

"You are all here!" A brisk, energetic and sunny male voice came.

"Senior Lin Yu?!"

Ming Fengcao and Wang Bing shouted in surprise - the steps were light, and the one who walked towards them on the grass was Lin Yu, who had contact with him, and the person in charge of the Luohainan branch of the "Blue Sky".
Chapter completed!