Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

These words are obviously bluffing people, Liuhua's middle two has long been hopeless, so why would Dan Shenggu worry about this?

In fact, this is a disaster for Tomi Kashi today. Tansheng Tani Akira said that because of Takeya's relationship, he felt uncomfortable after taking a troublesome detour around Chiba, so he just used him to vent his anger.

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"Finally here, then? Where is your classmate?"

All the way noisy and noisy, everyone finally arrived at the station in the central square of the city. Because of the way and plenty of time, before going to see the tree, everyone was "kindly" to accompany Fu Qiao and wait for his classmates.

"It's you who said that you want to stay away. Now it's you who don't leave..."

Knowing the dark belly of Danshenggu, Fuqi only dared to mumble quietly at these words, avoiding the different eyes of the three people behind him, he tapped the time on the phone and said:

"Should be coming soon? She shouldn't have the habit of being late... Well, it seems like...?"

Fuyoshi looked sideways and looked into the distance. Everyone followed his gaze. Under the stop sign at the other corner of the station, a girl with pink hair was paddling her feet and looking at something.

Although Wu shouldn't say anything in this colorful-haired world, is pink too much?He can endure brown, gold, and purple, and pink hair is too maverick in the outside world, right?

Not only that, when you look closely, the girl’s dress is also slightly weird. The hair tied into a double-loop structure wears a black cat's hairpin, and the scarf on the neck seems to have a three-dimensional effect on both sides, like a monster.

Okay, don't care about the bib for the time being, what is the weird stick in her hand?If Wu is not mistaken, why is that thing so similar to the weapon of "Magic Girl" in the recent animation.

Just as the three people here were spitting out in their hearts, Fu Qiao had already waved his hand at her:

"Hey-Seventh Palace!"

The weirdly dressed girl heard Fuyoshi's call and came over from her reputation. After seeing Fuyue's figure, she ran over immediately. When the other party got closer, Fuyue put down her raised hand:

"Long time no see, Seventh House."

"The Seventh House?"

Hearing the surname Fukiyuki called out, Tanshenggu had a cold war inexplicably, Wu Ye looked at her strangely and asked:

"what is up?"

"No... It just seems to have heard this name somewhere."

Dan Shenggu said uncertainly, but she didn't have time to think about this issue, the girl over there had already come to them.

"Long time no see!'Brave'!"

The girl who responded to Fukihiro was a solid hug. She rushed towards Fukihiro not only the three people beside her, but also Fukihiro herself.

Only Liuhua was dumbfounded, Dan Shenggu was dumbfounded, and Wu Ye... was dumbfounded.

Before they could say anything, the girl looked up and saw Wu Ye and the three people behind him, and then uttered two terrifying titles:

"Ahhhhh... if you look closely, isn't this Master Mori and Master?"

"It's you! Sophia?!"

Dan Shenggu first pointed at the girl in shock, and then just noticed something, then turned to look at Wu who had silently covered his face and turned his head away and exclaimed:

"Wait...Master?!"

The beginning of chapter 4

This is the story of a certain girl.

The girl's name is Chiyin Shichinomiya. Like ordinary girls, she likes to dress up, like flowers and plants, and she also likes to listen to stories.

Well, I need to correct it a little bit. Girls likes are not ordinary stories, but fairy tales with some special elements, such as magic.

Girls love to dream, but they seem to care more about the poisonous apples and magic mirrors of witches than they dream about the pumpkin cart and Prince Charming in Snow White.

So such a girl finally met the boy who changed her life in her most beautiful years, uh no, it should be said that it was a boy.

"Have you come today, young girl, I came here following the ancient ritual, not to meet a little girl like you."

The speaker was an ordinary boy who had not even reached the height of the seventh house, and belonged to the kind that would never be found in the crowd.

In his memory, he was obviously younger than himself, but he always liked to speak in a hoarse voice, but these were not the points.

"Master! Have I cultivated my talent today!"

Yes, the young seventh house calls the boy the master, because he is the guide who shows the secrets of the world in the seventh house.

"Huh, stupid kid, how can you cultivate magical power in an outside world where spiritual power is so barren."

The boy stroked his right eye with one hand, and raised his head in intoxication and said:

"I can clearly see the future of the world and the fact that you have no talent at all."

"how come……"

The Seventh Palace couldn't help being a little dejected. She went back to feel the so-called "spiritual power" in the middle of the night according to the teacher's statement. She thought it would be successful.

"Sorry, Master, then I'll go back and practice hard..."

"Ah, wait."

The boy eagerly stopped the Seventh House, and even forgot to use his husky voice:

"Actually, you have grown very well today. Well, after hard work, you have finally developed magic power."

"really?"

It was a child. The Seventh House was just happy at this time and didn't care why the boy said differently, but she quickly asked strangely:

"But why didn't I feel any changes?"

"Uh, cough."

The boy crossed his hands behind him pretendingly, with an arrogant smile on his face:

"Although it has grown, it is only a little bit, about one centimeter, ah, one millimeter."

"Oh!"

The Seventh House just unknowingly adheres to any concept of such a strange measurement method.

After calming down the thought of leaving the Seventh House, the boy returned to his original appearance, with a mysterious expression, saying... words that no one understood.

"Lost Lamb, the world is about to usher in a big change. Listening to the enlightenment, you are like a boat drifting in a storm, lamenting your own weakness for the upcoming overturn."

"Ah! What should I do?"