Before infiltrating the First University plane, Nikita imagined many scenarios in which he would be discovered.
For example, he accidentally triggered the demon alarm device on the special plane and was surrounded by the escorts who came after hearing the news; for example, he met his college classmates on the special plane and had to kill him; for another example, there happened to be no one on the plane.
Beware of taking a ride on an old immortal wizard and dragging you back to the dark prison like a chicken.
For each scenario, she prepared several different solutions.
The only thing she didn't expect was that her flawless potential was ruined by a new student.
She squinted her eyes and looked at Zheng Qing.
Perhaps this aura that can cause the restlessness of one's own demonic blood can be used to deal with some of the captain's accusations and alleviate some of the punishment for failure.
The corners of the banshee's mouth turned up slightly.
She raised a finger, sprang out four or five ropes out of thin air, and tied up Zheng Qing, who was unconscious on the floor.
"Stop her!" A loud shout rang out, and a red-faced boy not far away rushed out and hit Zheng Qing like a cannonball. The heavy landing sound made the special plane tremble.
Two ropes came right in front of him.
The red-faced boy raised his fist and hit the rope head hard, making a sound of gold and iron. The two ropes howled miserably and fell weakly to the floor.
Xiao Xiao stood next to Zheng Qing, silently took out a piece of ancient tortoise shell, and chanted a spell. The runes on the tortoise shell flowed, and a faint golden light film came out of the armor, protecting the two of them.
The rope coming from afar pierced the golden light film hard, making a harsh drilling sound.
In the restaurant, other freshmen covered their ears and stared blankly at the rapidly intensifying scene. For some reason, the two people who were at odds with each other three minutes ago suddenly joined hands to challenge the banshee.
Zheng Qing covered his forehead and was woken up by the noise of drilling.
His eyes were blank, staring aimlessly at the twisted golden chandelier on the ceiling.
Some clips from before he fainted flashed through his mind.
Private plane, elf, flight attendant, banshee.
He widened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and struggled to get up.
"Are you awake?" Xiao Xiao stood in front of him, his voice sounded very tired.
"Is everything okay?" Zheng Qing's voice was hoarse and low, and he grabbed a stack of yellow paper charms from the gray bag.
"Except for you, no one was hurt." Xiao Xiao's hands holding the tortoise shell were trembling, but his voice was very steady: "It's just that we are in big trouble."
After saying that, he loosened his hands and sat down on the ground.
After the light film covering the two people flickered for a few times, it suddenly shattered and turned into dots of golden light, which fell back onto the tortoise shell.
The simple tortoise shell slowly spun twice in the air before falling down.
The three ropes that were originally drilled through the light film just paused and then pierced the two men fiercely again.
Zheng Qing understood.
He took a step forward and stood in front of Xiao Xiao.
With a wave of his hand, the stack of yellow paper talismans flew up one after another, like a big net, covering the three incoming ropes.
There was no sound. Three ropes covered with yellow paper charms fell straight to the floor, making a thumping sound.
The smile at the corner of Nikita's mouth disappeared.
The red light in her eyes slowly lit up.
"I seem to be a little too kind."
"Perhaps we should let you see how a real lich handles fresh ingredients."
The banshee's voice was still sweet, and her words were still playful, but the meaning contained in them made all the new students shudder.
Her jet-black hair was flying in the air, and the banshee's eyes were filled with red light.
Heavy pressure descended on the entire restaurant again.
The tableware clinked under this frightening atmosphere, and the tables and chairs creaked and groaned. The pets shivered with their heads in their owners' arms, and the guardian charms on the newborns burst out with brilliant light again.
Xiao Xiao sat on the ground and once again held up the simple tortoise shell.
The light golden mask shone with a reassuring luster, blocking out the terrifying coercion of the banshee.
Zheng Qing reached out and pulled the red-faced boy outside the mask in.
The red-faced boy sat down on the ground, turned his head, and looked at Xiao Xiao angrily: "Why didn't you take action before!"
Zheng Qing knew that he was referring to what Xiao Xiao tried his best to prevent when he called on everyone to resist.
"Because she didn't do anything." Xiao Xiao leaned on the back of the sofa, and his voice seemed a little weak and distorted under the pressure.
"Why are you doing it again now!"
"Because they are here." Xiao Xiao tilted his head towards the door of the restaurant, seeming to breathe a sigh of relief.
Zheng Qing and the red-faced boy turned their heads at the same time and looked at the door of the restaurant.
The restaurant door is still closed.
However, a vague figure appeared in the shadow of the wine and kitchen on the left side of the door.
"I was just curious about which boss was so disrespectful." A lazy voice sounded from behind the U-shaped bar. A young man with a decadent face and exposed skin covered with copper nails and iron rings spoke slowly.
Stepping out from the shadow of the wine chef.
The heavy pressure in the restaurant was quietly resolved.
He walked to the bar, picked up a few pieces of crushed ice in the ice bucket, and threw it into his wine glass.
As if feeling the joyful gazes around him, he raised the wine glass in his hand and looked at the banshee not far away: "I didn't expect it was just a little goblin running wild... Sure enough, boring life is full of boredom."
The banshee tilted her head and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared, with a surprised look in her eyes.
The young man with thumbtacks on his face swung the wine glass and seemed more interested in the sparkling liquid in the glass. He lowered his head and muttered: "Did your elders send you here to read out the declaration of war?"
"Probably not." A gentle voice sounded next to Zheng Qing, and said: "This kind of thing is not something that a little lich who has not yet entered the wanted list can bear. By the way, I want a margarita, can I have more?
A little lemon. Don't you want anything, Victor?"
Zheng Qing turned his head so hard that he almost broke his neck.
This is a young voice, but his hair is a little gray.
Different from the young man dressed in punk, this figure was shrouded in a large robe. The robe extended from the feet up, and the high collar firmly covered the tip of his nose. Zheng Qing's blurred vision could only
I saw his smooth forehead and gray hair.
"Vodka, thank you." A deep voice sounded from another direction.
Zheng Qingshun is famous.
Sitting cross-legged on the open space in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was a tall man wearing arm-baring armor. At this moment, he was leaning on his head and staring at the banshee with his eyelids raised.
Next to him stood a tall purple-haired woman.
"Respect your opponent!" The purple-haired woman's voice was very beautiful, but also very cold: "Even if the opponent is a banshee who only scares children. In addition, you are not allowed to drink alcohol during the mission, Hilda."
"Bai Ding's shackles," a lazy voice behind the bar muttered, "What I drink is not the wine, but the atmosphere."