Time passed day by day, but the discussion about Wei Yan's condensation of curse seals made no progress.

Everyone is just a spell apprentice, and no one has the experience of truly advancing to a spell master.

In fact, besides Wei Zixu who just joined, the highest cultivation level is Wei Fei, Wen Liuru, Ling Jing, and Li Jiuliang and Zuo Qingtian are only third-class apprentices.

In desperation, Wei Yan had to knock on Song Yanxin's door again.

This time, she didn't drink milk.

Seeing that there was no milky white liquid in the room, Wei Yan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved a lot.

"Are you ready to condense the curse seal?"

Song Yanxin seemed to have expected Wei Yan's intention to come to the door, and said first before Wei Yan spoke.

"That's right." Wei Yan scratched his head, not daring to tell Song Yanxin the truth.

If she knew that she had only a few basic evil-level spells to prepare now, what if she felt that she had no future and had lost the agreed materials.

Thinking of this, Wei Yan squeezed out a smile and asked carefully:

"That, Dean Song, the materials that had been agreed upon before and the method of quickly condensed the curse seal..."

Song Yanxin did not answer, but looked at Wei Yan with a playful look on her face.

After a long time, it was not until Wei Yan humbly looked away that Song Yanxin smiled:

"It's already ready, you go here to pick it up." He said that, and handed Wei Yan a note.

"I'm not here, I thought I could get it today." Wei Yan murmured in surprise, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Song Yanxin's failure to provide door-to-door delivery service.

"There is no free lunch in this world, you probably don't understand this principle." After handing over the address to Wei Yan, Song Yanxin returned to her desk and took out a few pieces of the thick stack of documents, as if she wanted to see off the guests.

Seeing Song Yanxin like this, Wei Yan turned around and left with a tactful look.

Before he had enough strength, he didn't want to have too much communication with this beautiful and long-legged Dean Song.

Before leaving the door, Song Yanxin's advice came from behind: "Remember to bring the door with you."

Wei Yan was slightly stunned, wondering why Song Yanxin wanted to say this nonsense. After all, Song Yanxin's door was equipped with a trauma spell, so how could he need to close the door by himself?

Thinking of this, Wei Yan ignored Song Yanxin's words and left quickly.

The moment he hurried downstairs, Song Yanxin, who was originally looking at the documents, suddenly raised her head and stared at Wei Yan's disappearing back and smiled:

"She was too young at that time and didn't know that all the gifts given by fate had already secretly bid for the price."

It’s a pity that Wei Yan left too fast and did not hear Song Yanxin’s advice.

The hands on the clock kept walking, moving intertwined, never stopping.

...

"Is this what Song Yanxin said?" Ling Jing said with her small schoolbag on her back and complained.

"It should be right that she wrote on her note." Wei Yan said uncertainly, feeling the rich breath of death thoughts around him.

"We have arrived here. Even if we have to regret it, it's too late." Wei Zixu smiled and cheered everyone, but the effect was not very good.

Li Jiuliang and Zuo Qingtian, who were only third-class apprentices, were obviously exhausted after a long journey, and Wei Yan had no good solution to this.

"It's fine if Li Jiuliang is a wounded person. Zuo Qingtian looks quite fierce. Why is it so useless at critical moments? I really want to kick you out with one kick." Ling Jing seemed to want to vent her irritability on Zuo Qingtian, and judging from the distance between her and Zuo Qingtian, the possibility of her taking action is getting higher and higher.

"Okay, Ling Jing, this is the edge of the safety zone, and the war zone is opposite. We should be quieter to avoid unnecessary trouble." Wen Liuru smiled and inserted between the two of them, trying to smooth things over.

"Forget it, let you go this time." Ling Jing spat at the side of the road and glanced around randomly: "Where is the place where Song Yanxin said? Where is it?"

Wei Yan calmly took out the wrinkled note that had been folded and looked at the crowd in the team with some concern.

All the situation is not right. Not to mention that the aura of death thoughts here is too strong, even the members of the team who have been with me seem to be affected by this aura of death thoughts and become much more restless.

And this kind of nervousness is in a sense a manifestation of inner panic.

Looking at the address in his hand, Wei Yan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The thing should be nearby, please look for it."

"Okay." Everyone nodded and dispersed around. Only Wen Liuru and Wei Zixu stayed, as if they had something to say to Wei Yan.

Looking at the reactions of the two, Wei Yan couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

However, before Wei Yan could speak, Wei Zixu started to speak: "Wei Yan, actually I..."

"Pay attention to the surroundings, there may be people who think of death coming." Wen Liuru interrupted Wei Zixu's speech expressionlessly, and glanced at Wei Yan lightly.

Wei Yan's heart tightened and he quickly stood beside Wen Liuru and protected her.

Whether it is based on strength or relationship, Wei Yan should protect Wen Liuru.

Just looking at Wei Zixu's figure, Wei Yan always felt a little unbearable.

Looking at Wei Yan's reaction, Wen Liuru sighed and whispered: "If you really want to, I don't mind, but I always think she has a problem."

Listening to Wen Liuru's understanding speech, Wei Yan was slightly stunned and shook his head in shame.

The four-degree wedding rank system implemented in this world, in which the low-level wedding rank does not limit the number of people.

But for Wei Yan, who is still in his consciousness, he still cannot accept this kind of thought. The education and habits he received make him accustomed to a dualized marriage.

Humans are group organisms, and it is the most basic instinct to form groups based on other individuals, and Wei Yan is no exception.

But do you yearn for that particular person or group? Wei Yan didn't think clearly about this.

And are those so-called likes and loves a yearning for a single trait or dependence on the individual itself?

If you remove those label symbols and characteristics, will you still yearn for it?

At least for the moment, I would not have such a yearning for Wei Zixu.

What attracts Wei Zixu at present is only that she looks like a comic character, which is the so-called freshness.

Wen Liuru has more traits that attract Wei Yan. At least in the long run, Wei Yan wants to choose Wen Liuru more.

Even though her murderous intent towards herself never diminished.

Thinking of this, Wei Yan gently held Wen Liuru's hand and smiled: "Don't think too much, I only care about you."

Having said that, Wei Yan still glanced at Wei Zixu with his eyes.

Looking at the sky quietly, there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Wei Yan withdrew his gaze with peace of mind, looked at Wen Liuru's smiling face and couldn't help pinching it. It felt good.

Then what Wei Yan didn't notice was that the moment he withdrew his gaze.

A black shadow suddenly rushed out of the ground and swallowed Wei Zixu.
Chapter completed!