Yu Xunge looked at the messy battlefield. It seemed that the yellow cactus librarian had left for quite a while. They had been fighting for nearly an hour. No wonder she was so tired.
There were only a few dozen bookshelves left on the stands. Her fight with Maple Sugar had affected too many apprentices, intentionally or unintentionally.
Feng Tang moved closer, and more blood gushed out of the wounds on both of them. She lowered her voice and shouted, "Quit the game!"
Yu Xunge looked at the Mist Blade on the 9th floor again. How long had she been looking at it?
Her bloodstained left hand loosened slightly, and the little snowman fell from her palm without a single hit. It melted almost instantly when it hit the ground, leaving only its little head standing crookedly on the ground.
This was the first snowman she had made while using the [Waste Guide] to rest during the battle, and now it was finished.
Feng Tang's left forearm pressed down firmly on Xun Ge's throat, forcing her head to look into his eyes. Feng Tang warned her for the third time, "For the last time, quit the game."
Yu Xunge finally let go of looking at her. She saw the anger and struggle in Fengtang's eyes and said, "I want to ask one last question."
Feng Tang suppressed his anger, not knowing whether it was directed at himself or Zaijiuxunge: "You say."
Yu Xunge: "My wings, does it have anything to do with you?"
"Of course, it doesn't belong to you. I'll take it." Feng Tang was already impatient. She pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "Otherwise, why do you think I've been soft-hearted towards you again and again!"
Yu Xunge's eyebrows curved, and she suddenly said, "After you drank Senhai, I've been trying to make another one these past two days, but I haven't succeeded. This wine was an accident from the beginning, but... I discovered something very magical."
She slowly raised her left hand, which was covered in blood and scars. In her palm lay three things: an owl feather, a canine tooth, and a candle flame.
This was something Zhuri brought her the day before yesterday, something she left in the Golden Hills dormitory after her fourth grade graduation.
Seeing Maple Sugar frowning, Yu Xunge laughed and said, "They can actually be used as ingredients for making [Wrong Season], they are actually ingredients."
Feng Tang didn't want to listen, but Yu Xunge continued to talk to himself, "The oak owl feathers from the forest sea, the candlelight from the lightless candle, and the moon fox canine teeth from the snow village were marked as spring, autumn, and winter ingredients by the [wrong season]... After discovering this, I was wondering what kind of wine I could make with an extra summer ingredient."
Her eyes were red as she spoke, "The day before the competition, I searched through everything I owned, but couldn't find anything that qualified as winter material. I even tried to make my summer snowman, but it failed."
"But just now I suddenly realized that these are all parts of your body, and I may have to give up a part of myself as well."
The hesitation in Fengtang's eyes completely disappeared, the spear burst out with thunder, and all the shadows of the trees in the sky instantly surged towards Xunge!
But it's too late.
The next second, the dark blue ship's rudder emerged, and the person in front of him disappeared.
She appeared at the top of the stands, overlooking the maple syrup in the arena.
This is the farthest distance.
She didn't know what kind of intersection she had with Maple Sugar when she grew up, nor did she know what kind of grudges and hatreds she had with Oak Owl.
But no more, there won’t be any more from now on!
Owl feathers, candlelight, and canine teeth floated in front of her, while behind her, the light wings that were extremely similar to those of the oak owl were disintegrating bit by bit.
This process was probably extremely painful. No matter how badly she was injured in the battle with Feng Tang just now, her face did not change much. Her face turned pale in an instant, her body trembled slightly, and cold sweat appeared on her forehead. But she gritted her teeth and gave Feng Tang a crooked smile.
The flowing flames transformed into sparks that flew through the air, forming a galaxy-like sea of Mars. It blew across the owl's feathers, blew across the candlelight, blew across the canine teeth... and completely ignited everything that was wrong, false, and hateful! !
Skill [Wrong Season]!
Autumn is the season of true ripeness: spring pumpkins, little snowmen that slowly melt in the summer, those that need spring flowers to enter a brief hibernation, and leaves that fall from trees simply by shaking them vigorously, regardless of the season. It's endless autumn...
Isn't Astranaar also a cup of the wrong season?
Feng Tang rushed forward, her eyes trembling as she threw the spear, but Zaijiuxunge dodged it by turning his head.
The spear brought up a gust of wind that blew her black hair, and the last trace of childishness and confusion on her face disappeared, leaving only determination in her bright eyes.
It's too late.
The flowing flaming wings, the oak owl feathers, the candle flame of the candle barbarian, and the moon fox fangs all disappeared, condensing into a cup of wine that looked like flowing golden sand.
A cup of [End of Story].
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