A Guide to Teaching the Breathing Techniques of the High School of Conjuration

But there is still a lot of loss in my heart.But before he could react, the mist in front of him changed again. The cyan mist slowly formed two 11-year-old children. The quiet and soft one beside him was Wuichiro in Xia Youjie's dream, and beside him was written all over his face. It should be Ichiro who is not bad.

Ichiro walked deeper into the mist, but Muichiro tried to follow but was severely stopped by Ichiro.Although there was no sound, Xia Youjie could imagine everything that happened.

Muichiro, who was left in place by his brother, wept, and Ichiro in the distance was still reluctant to give up, and stopped at the same place, waiting for Muichiro to approach.

In the last scene Xia Youjie saw, the two brothers hugged and disappeared into the white mist.

In the end, the sun was getting higher and higher, and the white mist could not resist the sunlight, and gradually dissipated.

In the once shrouded center, Xia Youjie picked up a clay figurine, which was broken in two when it fell to the ground.From this, Xia Youjie saw the font on the inner wall of the clay figurine. The scribbled strokes fit an 11-year-old child's font, but it was more moving than any short words.

[Muichiro's nothing is infinite nothing. 】