The uproar lasted for a quarter of an hour, and with the intervention of Mr. Dragon, the situation was brought under control.

The rampaging staff crashed from the sky, lost its vitality, and was caught in the hand of its owner.

One by one, the students in black robes returned to their original positions, like an old monk entering meditation. If you hadn't witnessed it with your own eyes, it would be difficult to imagine that Meng Gourd was running and jumping not long ago.

Mr. Dragon on the stage waved, and the four bone staffs quickly returned to his pocket like swallows returning to their nests, leaving only a standard staff as long as eyebrows in his hand.

The dragon tapped lightly on the ground and focused its eyes on him again.

"It was my mistake to let you cast spells before I understood your ability level," Mr. Dragon stroked his chin. "The number of newcomers has surged recently, coupled with the excellent performance in the previous class, let

I misjudged your average level. After all, times have changed, and I should also change the old teaching model."

Although Mr. Julong's words were sincere and sincere, the meaning was that you are the worst students I have ever taught. His intention was not to accuse, but it was this unintentional intention that showed the greatest malice.

"The practical class is over, let's continue with the theoretical class now."

"Lesson 2, Psychic Spells."

It is a ritual that is added to the soul of inanimate matter. The materials are the soul and the supporting object. The result, which is often referred to as the spiritual object, is more or less spiritual according to the strength of the output. The soul can be one's own, or it can be

Others, the difference is that their own are much easier to control.

Try to be alone when casting a spell, and keep your own emotions stable. This is directly linked to your results. The emotions of people around you are also interfering factors, because emotions are contagious, which is particularly sensitive, irritable, etc. for spiritual beings who are developing spirituality.

Negative emotions are the main reason for the runaway spirit. When the spell is over, the spirit of the spirit is basically determined, just like a child entering adulthood and will no longer be disturbed by a few words.

However, these factors can be ignored when the caster's magic power and will are strong enough. This is also the reason why these conditions were not taken seriously at first. According to Mr. Dragon, this is the first time such a riot has happened after so many years of teaching.

After the riot, it is not difficult to control it. You just need to repeat the technique to appease it. The premise is that your mood is calm enough, otherwise it will add fuel to the fire.

Mr. Julong gave a detailed explanation and did not ask for on-the-spot practice afterwards. He confirmed the situation with the students who went berserk with the staff, gave them instructions, and announced the end of get out of class.

Lyle and the dragon were walking back. The dragon was concerned about the reason why he didn't have class last night, and then focused on explaining some psychic precautions to Lyle.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor's talent has awakened?"

"Yes, it is a talent called the Egg of Delusion. It is an egg that can change its shape according to my thoughts."

"Egg?" Perhaps it was the initial structure of the creature that attracted the attention of biology enthusiasts. Mr. Dragon was very interested in the appearance of the egg, and after learning that Lyle did not take it with him, but left it with Arianna,

He also asked Lyle for some specific details, and he was even more involved than Lyle.

Under Mr. Dragon's repeated urging, the two quickly returned to the Cup of Extravagance.

………

Arianna gently shook the spoon in the tea cup. She has had the habit of maintaining this movement since she didn't know how long ago. Watching the iron handle cut through the liquid surface and swirling with yellow and white patterns, she felt like

Very quiet.

But today, she found a new habit.

The black gauze gloves stroked the sphere, and with slight force, small undulations spread out in all directions, like waves.

The comfort made her spirit a little fuzzy, and Arianna began to hum "Snow Fairy". It was a nursery rhyme that she loved when she was a child, and she hadn't heard it for a long time.

The intoxicating feeling is like incense filling the top of my head, making me want to sleep without waking up.

Until I heard a sudden voice, it was the epidemic doctor.

"Arianna, stop singing."

She looked over and saw that the epidemic doctor was sitting across from her across a table. He was holding the edge of the table with one hand and resting his other elbow on the table. His body was shaking slightly.

The giant dragon stood between the two of them, his eyes looking here, to be precise, looking at the egg placed on his knees.

I felt a little irritated, and I might want to let go.

………

Lyle swallowed and reluctantly swallowed back the stomach acid rushing into his throat, his tongue subconsciously tasting the sour taste in his mouth.

Originally, he was watching Arianna "rolling the eggs" in rapt attention, watching her head swinging from side to side intoxicatedly. He didn't want to disturb the atmosphere, so he chose to sit aside and let her enjoy herself.

As a result, Arianna started to sing while masturbating... and he had no choice but to interrupt her.

There was nothing I could do, my intestines were dancing wildly with her singing voice.

"Arianna, have you discovered anything?" Although she realized that she just wanted to satisfy her inner needs.

"Nothing was found." She placed the egg on the table. "The time is too short."
Chapter completed!