Zheng Qing failed to catch up with Jiang Yu in the end.
When he rushed to the astronomical tower, a small wind blew towards him, which made him confused. This was not common in the warm late spring season. This wind was small and fast, and with the sudden gloomy weather, it made people feel like a storm was coming.
White willow catkins accumulate beside the road, forming winding white thin lines. The students who are out of class smile and make noise, heading towards the canteen.
Zheng Qing sighed and turned back to the astronomical tower.
Others have already finished class, but he still has a second-level battle formation theory waiting in another time and space. Compared with finding the traces of the witch, the most important thing for him to find an empty room for time conversion.
And if nothing unexpected happens, Jiang Yu should have gone to another time and space - the relationship between the two is like the distance between them at the moment, close, but out of reach.
Tuesday's next time.
From lunch to afternoon two classes.
Like the past twenty-four hours, Zheng Qing never found a chance to apologize.
This made him wonder if there was a "loach spell" in traditional magic that could make people slippery, otherwise why would Jiang Yu always avoid every moment he tried to say hello.
It was not until two classes on Tuesday afternoon that he had to temporarily stop looking for Jiang Yu's plan, because according to yesterday's agreement, it was time for him to go to Qingqiu Mansion for dinner.
Compared to several other blocks of Beta Town.
Most of the residents belong to the aristocratic families and nobles. The west district of Beta Town has always been quiet. Just like now, the most lively time of Beta Town Pedestrian Street, but in the west district, Zheng Qing walked along the way, and there were almost no pedestrians.
Qingqiu Mansion is located in the No. 54 Courtyard in the West District.
The stream in front of the door was clear and gurgling. A few flower sperm wearing fresh petal splicing skirts were sitting in rows on the wet pebbles on the shore, waving and waving. When they saw the male witch in a red robe, they didn't seem scared. They even waved at him bravely, as if they were inviting him to wash his feet together.
"Thank you, no need."
The boy muttered, looked at the wooden fence behind the stream, and was surprised to find that the door of the mansion was not closed, leaving a crack in the door that could just accommodate a person passing by.
He hesitated for a few seconds, touched the haha bead on his wrist, and finally, without waiting for the notification, he pulled out the talisman gun, crossed the stream, and went straight into the mansion.
The small garden behind the fence is calm, with hundreds of flowers of different colors competing for beauty, fox maids pruning branches and leaves, grass sperm collecting dew, and the sound of little foxes and big elfs laughing from the windows in the distance.
Zheng Qing gave him a breath, then smiled with a self-deprecating smile, and put away the talisman gun.
After walking a few steps along the pebbly path, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he accidentally found a rare four-leaf clover with stems on the roadside, which made him suddenly sound the amber that Jiang Yu threw to Su Ya yesterday.
The four-leaf clover seemed to be a very good gift, especially the one in front of me was still staggered, so the male witch couldn't help but squat down and carefully looked at the weak grass.
Not far away, Su Man was walking towards him in a hurry.
"Miss is waiting for you in the study, Master Zheng Qing!"
After the maid saluted meticulously, she immediately noticed the plant at the hand of the witch and subconsciously reminded: "Hey! Don't touch that four-leaf clover, before Su Ya..."
puff!
The leaves touched by Zheng Qing suddenly bulged up a large bag, then broke, spewing out a stream of liquid that emitted a strong and irritating smell, splashing his sticky stuff.
"...Is a protective curse applied to all the flowers and plants she likes." The maid's warning came to Zheng Qing's ears. The male witch cursed in a low voice and stood up in a hurry.
A furry head quickly poked out from the window, then another, then another three.
Zheng Qing vaguely heard a low cheer - because the smell of the liquid was too strong, so he was a little uncertain whether the cheer he heard was the welcome of the elves or the sound of Su Ya or Poseidon gloating.
"Ah, sorry, but you don't have to worry-"
The maid glanced at the window sternly—the five furry heads shrank back almost at the same time—and then looked at Zheng Qing apologetically and took off the Dharma book hanging around her waist: "——I'm dirty, I'm washing my clothes!"
A gentle fragrance breeze rushes towards you.
Zheng Qing's robe became dry and clean again in a moment.
"It doesn't matter."
Zheng Qing waved his hand and smiled reluctantly, "———Study room, right? I can go to it myself. Just go supervise Su Ya to wipe the floor. By the way, help me check if Boseidong finished writing his homework today."
The maid showed a decent smile on her face, bowed slightly, and then stepped back on her own.
Zheng Qing looked down at the grass again, and finally gave up the idea of pulling the weeds.
When he came to the study.
Su Shijun was standing in front of the window, facing him sideways, holding his arms, looking thoughtful. She was wearing a long burgundy dress with a backless suspender, and a lifelike butterfly erected her wings gently flapping her wings as the witch's breathing. The orange-red sunlight fell on the witch's snow-white skin, which complemented the color of her skirt, making people feel like they had a big sip of wine.
Zheng Qing swallowed unconsciously, and subconsciously floated through Nikita that night in his mind.
That day, the banshee seemed to be wearing a red dress.
When Su Shijun noticed the boy entering the door, she turned around and was about to speak, she suddenly frowned and looked him up and down.
"You're not clean."
The first words of the witch scared Zheng Qing.
For a moment, Zheng Qing thought that Su Shijun had become Lao Yao and could easily peek at some of the scenes that flashed through his mind, but immediately, he realized that he was still wearing several layers of soul protection magic on his body, and even Lao Yao could not easily peek at some of his secret thoughts.
So the boy resisted the urge to run away and tried to make a confused look:
"What?"
"Have you touched something dirty these two days?" the witch asked back.
Zheng Qing immediately thought of what he had just happened in the small garden: "Oh, it's a four-leaf clover in your garden. I just accidentally touched it. Su Man said that Su Ya had put some protection spell on it..."
The owner of Qingqiu Mansion rolled his eyes very well.
"Su Ya's tricks are not enough to meet the three words "dirty"." She interrupted the boy's long-lasting explanation in anger, and raised her hand to release a spell of exposing the body: "——No one can show, don't let go of the clouds!"
A white light flashed.
Zheng Qing suddenly felt a chill in his ears.
He turned around and happened to see a pair of dark eyes staring at him, and the owner of his eyes was a translucent baby with a pure and innocent body.