Reincarnation Band Magician

Then a snowball fight began.

Miss Toyokawa's strength is not as great as her alcohol tolerance, and her bones are not as tough as her mouth. Even if she cheats with magic, she is no match for the warrior at this distance.

In view of her cheating behavior, Qing decided to punish her by pressing her on his legs and stuffing a snowball into her collar.

"Puhahahaha... It's so cold! So icy! Qing, please don't do that again desuwa!"

When playing snowball fights, you will laugh.

Xiangzi tried his best but failed to win. He felt the snowball melting in his clothes, and the cold snowflakes and water slid down the back of his neck.

It felt like cold fingernails were scraping across my skin.

"Hahahahaha!"

It feels like an itch being scratched.

In such an atmosphere, Xiangzi forgot the understanding that was engraved in his bones, and hugged Qing's waist and patted her for mercy.

"Don't go too far, Qing. Girls should be more careful. Just ignore what I said."

Just as Fulilian was about to say something, she saw Xiangzi lying on Qing's legs begging for mercy. She secretly made a snowball in her hand, and when Qing hesitated, she decisively stuffed it into his arms.

Don't say anything.

……

After playing around, it’s time to change clothes again.

I also made a pot of black tea, added milk and sugar, and filtered out the tea leaves to make something similar to milk tea. Fulilian doesn't drink tea much, but she likes this.

Only Xiangzi would mutter something like "What a waste desuwa" when seeing this. It seems that she likes black tea very much.

"Wow, good tea."

Only then did Fulilian understand why humans liked tea. It was indeed good.

"Thank you."

Qing didn't feel that his tea-making skills, which were praised by Aite, were wasted here, and he was very satisfied with the teacher's attitude.

"After returning home——"

Fulilian paused, feeling that the words she had just used were somewhat unfamiliar, but since they seemed to be no problem, she continued:

"My magic is pretty much the same. The principle is to reduce the body's activity to a point infinitely close to death. From the body's perspective, it's the same as being dead. Theoretically, this can trick the brain and remove the memory restrictions."

"As expected of Fulilian, she's really amazing."

"Hehe...but it's still a little dangerous. Do you believe me?"

"Well, of course."

Actually, they didn't spend a particularly long time together, but it can be said that elves are indeed very easy to understand.

I can't imagine that Fulilian would lie.

"For ordinary people, this is less than one percent of the time. It's so easy to trust others, okay?" The elf magician squatted in a comfortable posture, holding the cup to warm his cheeks and ears.

After she finished speaking, she shrank back a little, preparing to be addressed as "Lady Fulilian."

He said something that shouldn't be said to humans again.

But not this time.

Qing just smiled and said, "You're wrong, Fulilian. Whether it's one year or half a year, it's a long time for humans. I believe that true friendship may only take a moment to unfold, and the many years that follow are used to consolidate it.

"Xiang and I are..."

This cannot be said yet.

He suppressed his thoughts in time.

"Maybe I believed you the night we met. Has Fulilian ever had such an experience in the past?"

"No... no..."

some.

It is still the teacher, Volame, who is like fire and has no boundaries in his passion.

The first time they met, they became master and apprentice.

If you think about it carefully, the way they get along in the following decades seems to be the same as on the first day.

Qing looked at her expression, said nothing more, and lowered his head to pour tea.

The elf was immersed in memories until the milk tea in his hand became warm.

Qing reached out and took it, then gave her a cup of hot water. The warm feeling brought her back to the present.

Fulilian saw that he seemed ready to drink it himself.

"That cup is cold."

"Just add a little." Qing poured some more hot tea in, picked it up and took a sip. "I can't eat anything that's too hot. We call it 'cat tongue' over there."

“That’s a cute way of saying it.”

"You can't say that to a boy."

"I would say the same thing to an old man."

Well, a thousand-year-old elf is really amazing.

Millennium Magician: 111, Turtle, Tree, Mushroom

Human life is like the milk tea in her cup, which will get cold in a short time.

But the warm memories will always remain in my mind.

Thinking of this, Fulilian felt a little scared.

How sad would it be if next winter, when it was so cold, no one poured her tea?

So, she once again activated the elf's innate skill - empty head.

Think of nothing.

Like turtles, trees, and mushrooms.

"Flillian, Flillian——"

Eventually she came to her senses.

Qing looked at the elf who became motionless while drinking, and was really worried that she might have Alzheimer's disease.

"Ah, I'm fine."

Nagasaki Qing filled her glass again, touched it and found it was still a little cold, so he changed the cup, drank it in one gulp, and then showed her what he had just made.

"Look at this—"

"I know about crystal magic. You've used it enough in the past few days."

"Guess what flower I found? This one—snowflake."

A crystal clear snowflake spread out in Qing's palm. Strictly speaking, it was an enlarged snowflake, and the overall shape was a hexagonal star.

There are more subtle differences in patterns between snowflakes than in X-Ninjago's kaleidoscope.

"Flowers...snowflakes...hmm, so cold." Fulilian took a few seconds to understand what Qing meant and felt a little cold.

He probably meant that snowflakes are a kind of flower.

"Well," the elf thought for a moment and decided to praise him, "you've made rapid progress. You can already crystallize other things. That's impressive. You're also very skillful."

The most basic crystal magic can only be applied to flowers, just like the old magician. After all, the creator started his business by selling flowers by fraud.

After that, it all depends on the adaptability of the magic and the imagination of its development.

When the teacher first used the magic of the blooming flower field, she could only replicate the appearance her parents had shown her, but now, Freellian can create any flower she wants at will.

This is the role of imagination and adaptability. It seems that Qing is indeed talented in this area.

Putting aside the joke, this snowflake is very beautiful and very realistic.

It was only after humans invented glass and telescopes became popular that Fulilian came into contact with high-power magnifying glasses. During that time, she used them to look at various things like a child.

Snowflakes are amazing. They are tiny, less than half the size of a fingernail, yet have such neat and beautiful structures.

Qing also realized that his previous words were a bit awkward and cold. He was not the student council president, and actually didn't like jokes very much. He coughed and changed the subject.

“Because I just remembered that the shape of snow also looks like flowers, so it worked.”

He added fixed parts to make it into a hair accessory, then stood up and pinned it on Fulilian's head.

She didn't know where she put the gentian flower.

"Yeah, it really looks good."

"Thank you, but I suggest you prepare one for Xiang as well," she pointed behind Qing, "Xiang doesn't look very happy."

Even she knew that since there were two children in the family, she had to treat them equally.

Of course, she is not a child.

Let’s put it another way, respecting parents means both sides should be filial.

……

Finally, he used snow to make a mirror lotus for Miss Fengchuan.

They have never seen the flower bloom, and they don't know whether it is real or just an imaginary pattern.

Anyway, I made it according to the pattern.

The snow was actually a bit rough and difficult to carve, but Xiang didn't have too high expectations.

"If you come across one in the future, pick one and make it into a crystal."

"No, it's fine like this now."

Xiangzi touched it lovingly and was very satisfied.

Flowers will bloom whether there is anyone to appreciate them or not, not just for one person.

But this hair accessory was made just for her.

……

The rest of the journey continued as usual, chatting, playing in the snow, and thinking about magic.

Compared with ordinary people, their advantage is that they have flying magic, so they don’t need to go around rivers and hills, and can fly over them with ease.

The straight line between two points is the shortest, so the distance is greatly reduced.

But sometimes on gentle slopes, they would slide down the snow.

Pay attention to buried objects here. For example, Fulilian accidentally tripped over a dead tree trunk and fell headfirst into the snow, with only her legs exposed.

She behaved well from then on.

……

Finally here...

Fulilian was surprised that she would have such a thought.

This trip was a bit tiring, but compared to her past travels, it was just a common occurrence. For her, everywhere should be a journey, and there should not be a feeling of arrival.

Maybe he really considers this place his home.

Remembering this strange feeling, the three of them looked at the snow-covered house and felt a sense of security at the same time.

"But it's still a pity that I didn't get to see the snow at home," Xiangzi seemed particularly concerned. "We stayed together in a house like this, eating, reading, and chatting, and white stuff fell outside, or we woke up to a vast expanse of white outside..."

I didn't experience that feeling of surprise.

There is no snow in the south, and the snow on the road has already stopped. It was also a coincidence that there was no snow during the few days of the journey.

There are always some things, both the process and the results of which make people care.

"We will probably stay here for a few more years, so don't worry, we will meet each other in the future." Qing comforted her.

"But the thought of having to wait like this until next year is a little hard to bear."