Qinggong didn't know that the old man's imagination had caused a clever misunderstanding, and he was still thinking about these issues quietly.

The energy infused with this fire is now ordinary heat energy. When it falls into the hands of ordinary people, this thing is at most a special sword with a little temperature. Only in the hands of Qing Palace can energy be released continuously. Qing Palace once tried to inject a wisp of its own white unknown flame into it, but the moment the flame entered the magic circuit, the magic circuit immediately began to collapse, which surprised the Qing Palace and stopped quickly, and at the same time began to consider what his own flame was.

It seemed that it was time to leave. After a long time, after confirming that there were no more clues to be excavated here, Qing Palace slowly relaxed its eyebrows, and it seemed that it would not be possible to understand more if it stayed here.

Although he only left the school city for less than a week, the Qing Palace has benefited a lot in the past few days. He systematically understood and learned the relevant knowledge of the magic side for the first time, and constantly understood his abilities alternately in the process. This process was very happy. In just a few days, the Qing Palace even vaguely felt that his abilities had a further trend. If time was enough, the Qing Palace really wanted to stay here for a while.

Unfortunately, time does not allow it. Qinggong sighed inwardly.

"Thank you for your guidance and guidance," thought of this, Qinggong turned his head, smiled slightly at Father Tom, and said in a fluent French, "But I think it's time for me to leave here."

"You are leaving." When I suddenly heard Qing Palace's words, the old man subconsciously shocked and looked at Qing Palace in surprise, "Do you have nothing to see anymore?"

"The world's culture is endless, and I can only see a part of it." Qing Gong smiled faintly and tied his black robe again, "After all, I have something more I need to do."

"You must know that the creation of a civilization may take centuries, and destroying it may only take a war."

After leaving this sentence lightly, Qing Gong turned his head and looked at the old man behind him with a little meaningful look. The corners of his mouth curled up, and then turned around and left.

""Watching the black robe's figure gradually fading away, the old man only realized it after a long time. Suddenly, large areas of cold sweat soaked his back clothes.

"That direction" the old man murmured with a slight fear, "Do you say it?"

"He already knows it"

Japan, Academy City.

In the dormitory of Changpan Taichung School.

After the day of schoolwork, the tea-haired girl sat quietly at the table and picked up her phone boredly, but when she looked at the phone in her hand, she was a little stunned.

On the screen of the phone, a photo was displayed by her as a desktop.

In the photo, the corners of the mouth of the boy in white curled up slightly, and the eyes in his eyes were as bright as stars. In his arms, the tea-haired girl was leaning tightly against the boy's chest, and a bright smile appeared on her face. The whole picture looked heart-pounding.

Looking at this photo, a look of longing flashed rare in the amber eyes of the girl.

"Where are you now?" Mikoto murmured softly as she looked at the photo in her hand.
Chapter completed!