A second before Anbu's evil spell was released, a small hand as white as jade suddenly grasped the wand that exuded dark red light.

The moment he held the wand in his hand, the dark red light on the wand was frozen inch by inch by the crystal clear ice.

This happened so suddenly that Anbu didn't have time to step back. The ice flowers covering the wand quickly climbed up his fingers, then climbed up from his fingers to his wrists, and then from his wrists to his forearms, upper arms, shoulders, neck, and cheeks.

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When Anbu reacted, half of his body had been frozen by crystal clear ice flowers, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Fear made him tremble uncontrollably. Half of his face on the right side was covered with ice flowers, and sharp and translucent ice spikes grew on his eyelashes. Even the surface of his right eye was covered with a layer of crystal clear light blue ice, and even the pupil

It cannot be zoomed in or out either.

With only half of his conscious body left, struggling in fear and trembling, Anbu tried hard to open his mouth and wanted the potion appraiser next to him to save him.

But with only half of his mouth moving, he couldn't even speak a clear word.

The senior in the white magic robe felt deep fear. He barely cracked a small slit in his mouth and kept making frightened calls for help. However, the potion appraiser who witnessed all this had no intention of saving his companions.

Looking at the Magic Guild Master sitting on the ground, the potion appraiser felt his heart skip a beat.

Willet's long, silvery hair with a hint of blue at the end had completely turned into a cold ice blue. A terrifying coercion emanated from the girl's body, making her feel a trembling fear that penetrated deep into her soul...

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The Magic Guild Master who is sitting on the ground and freezing Anbu is not so much a young nine-year-old girl as an ancient ferocious beast that came out of the wilderness. It is full of frightening power and the aura that looks down upon the world.

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This is definitely not the kind of pressure a little girl can possess!

Glancing at Anbu, who was struggling and being constantly covered by ice flowers, the potion appraiser swallowed hastily, a fierce and determined look flashed in his eyes.

Without saying anything or hesitating, he found a certain direction, turned around and ran away.

How could Willit allow the target to slip away like this?

The girl slowly stood up from the ground, with a blizzard in her eyes and smiled coldly.

One hand was still holding Anbu's wand, and the other hand was raised, with his ice-white fingertips holding an ice flower condensed by magic power.

The ice flower emitted blue fluorescence in the darkness, and was gently thrown out by Willett.

The crystal clear ice flowers were like flying blades made of ice and snow, whizzing away in the direction where the potion appraiser escaped.

The ice flowers that rotated and flew at high speed split into three parts in the air, and then divided into nine parts...

Each ice flower will split into three ice flowers. In just one breath, that small ice flower will split into thousands of ice flowers.

Like heavy snow falling all over the sky, it cuts through the darkness, making a scalp-numbing sound of breaking through the air, and chases away.

When the ice flowers hit the raised rocks in the darkness, the ice-blue flowers will penetrate deeply into the hard rocks, leaving only a tiny edge exposed, flashing with a little cold light, as sharp as a sword.

The escaped potion appraiser can't help but doubt his life!

What exactly is going on?

Could it be that the magic president of Credo School is actually a thousand-year-old monster in the skin of a child?

If those ice flowers catch up, he will definitely be turned into a hedgehog.

He wished he could grow ten pairs of wings and get away from that monster-like little witch quickly.

As a potion identification instructor, his research on potions is also a leader in Credo Academy.

Similarly, as a magician, he is not incapable of attacking magic, but he must have enough time to cast a powerful spell, so now is not the time at all.

As long as he slows down a little, he will be greeted by the abyss of death.

Life is so beautiful, but his pursuit has not yet been achieved, and a great future is waiting to come. How could a potion identification instructor die in such a miserable state?!

Now I can't attack, and I can't escape.

Can you expect an academic magician to have the ability to escape quickly?

Not long after he ran, he was out of breath. If he had known earlier, he should not have laughed at Willet and laughed at the arrogance of that monster-like guy. He would not be being chased and running away like this now.

The potion appraiser felt bitter in his heart.

At this moment, a piece of ice flying quickly hit the appraiser's running butt accurately!

The potion appraiser screamed and jumped up in pain. He was so frightened that he yelled at the top of his lungs:

"Sir, please save me! I don't want to die...Sir, please save me!!"

In the desperate cry, thousands of blue ice flowers surged in like a tsunami.

Under the sea of ​​ice flowers, the potion appraiser looked like a puppy wagging its tail between its legs, begging for mercy, its eyes red and glistening with crystal tears.

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed into a hedgehog, the appraiser's fear of death was like a sailboat being pushed up into the wind by the sea. It reached the limit of what it could bear and was about to completely collapse in the next moment.

At this moment, a figure suddenly walked out of the darkness, and before he could do anything, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The flying ice and snowflakes suddenly stopped in mid-air for a moment, and then started to burn contrary to common sense!

It's just that the flame that burns the ice flowers is not a blazing red flame, but a ghostly purple fire that is as dark as ghosts.

The blue ice flowers shimmering with translucent fluorescence burned violently in mid-air, eventually turning into black nothingness.

A purple fire suddenly lit up in the darkness, and clusters of purple flames were suspended in the air, burning quietly, and at the same time lighting up the discerner's field of vision.

He was able to see the person who saved him at the critical moment through the purple firelight.

It was a boy about nine years old, with short flaxen hair and dark brown eyes.

The appraiser recognized this boy because he was the student he taught in the appraisal class at Credo Academy: Edward...

The future heir to the White magic family.

The boy glanced at the frightened potion identification instructor and let out a disdainful sneer:

"That's all you're good at?"

This voice didn't sound like it was coming from a boy at all, but more like the voice coming from an adult man. It was low, hoarse, and full of magnetism.

Realizing something, the potion appraiser suddenly opened his eyes wide, fell to his knees on the ground, and kowtowed to Edward:

"I was blind and didn't recognize you in time. I hope you can forgive me for being rude. I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Edward chuckled twice:

"I just borrowed the body of White's heir, but I'm not a nine-year-old child."

He paused, put his hands behind his back, and turned his gaze to the distance, where Willet was:
Chapter completed!