"Mengmeng, it's not our pedantry, but a lot of things you don't know. His highness doesn't discriminate against warlocks to prevent you from choosing warlocks, but because the way of warlocks is so complicated that ordinary people can't walk." The middle-aged female man helplessly looks at the girl.

"Liar, Shen Yanxiao is a magician. She is three years younger than me. Why can she? I can't!"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "don't mention her again. Your highness is ready to go to the wasteland to see her. Do you think the magician is so good? You little children don't know the power in it at all. If you don't know the inside story, you're afraid that after you become a magician, you won't even know how you died. "

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, she was surprised and said: "you mean Your highness is going to see Shen Yanxiao in the desert? His highness... He should not... "

"Don't think about it. Your highness won't hurt her." Middle aged man said.

The girl was relieved. Shen Yanxiao, who had never been masked, was her idol! She braved the eyes of the world to appear in the college competition as a warlock, and defeated all her opponents, and won the championship of the college competition. Such brilliant achievements made her worship.

"That uncle, if you can tell your highness, can you let me follow you..." The girl's eyes are shining. She has long wanted to be the true face of her idol!

"Want to go?"

The girl nodded her head like a pestle, almost missing the words "I want to go" engraved on her forehead.

"Yes, your highness is going to leave in five days. You can go back now. Maybe you can do business with him later..." The middle-aged man's words have not finished, the girl's figure has been far away.

"I'll go back first, uncle! You remember to pack my bags. Goodbye!!!!!!!!!" The young girl left without looking back.

The middle-aged man with a dull face stood in the cold wind.

The child has been beating chicken blood all day. Who is it!

……

Shen Yanxiao spared the door of the Warlock's branch and rushed in from the back wall. With her skill, no one could find her action even in broad daylight.

In the whole college of Saint Laurent, only Ouyang Huanyu can threaten her.

But Ouyang Huan Yu left the sun not long ago. At his speed, he still hasn't left the barren land, let alone returned to Saint Laurent college.

Back to the familiar warlock branch, looking at the grass and trees here, Shen Yanxiao felt a lot. If you want to say that Saint Laurent college left her the most memories, it happened to be the broken warlock branch.

Shen Yanxiao came to the warlock tower. Although it was daytime, it was still dark inside the warlock tower. She stood at the entrance and looked at the familiar figure as in memory. She sat quietly at the table and buried herself in a pile of books. Her eyes couldn't help but soften.

With a light step, Shen Yanxiao walked into the warlock tower, and Yun Qi, who was repairing books, suddenly felt something. He hesitated to look up at the small figure attacking the door.

With a little surprise on her loving face, she looked at the strange face, but Yun Qi called out the familiar name:

"Xiao Xiao?"

Shen Yanxiao pulled off the face mask, and the delicate little face had a sweet smile.

"Teacher, I'm back."