As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

The biting cold wind, the whispers of the dead, the father's roar, the mother's tears, the fighting and weeping of the imperial soldiers, and, the blood that dyed the snow red.

The silver-haired girl suddenly woke up.

An uncontrolled and huge aura flashed in the room, like thunder, shaking the windows and making them full of cracks.

The silver wolf beside him was so scared that his hair stood on end and he jumped up from the bed.

The silver-haired girl, covered in cold sweat, raised her body. After a few seconds, she felt the warm sunlight coming in from the window, and her constricted pupils slowly returned to normal.

"I remembered some bad things..."

Jon Snow covered his face with one hand and sighed slightly.

The silver wolf beside her whimpered and rubbed her hand for comfort.

About eighteen years ago, the empire's border was invaded by demons.

The pampered daughter of the Duke suffered the most brutal baptism when she first experienced the battlefield.

The powerful Grand Duke of the Border was ambushed and defeated by the demons due to a misjudgment. The border fortress was completely surrounded. Of the entire Andvis family and an army of 100,000, only she escaped alive.

If I hadn't accidentally met Xiaobai, who was also shivering in the snow and had nowhere to go, and if we hadn't supported and snuggled up with each other, I'm afraid I would have died suddenly in the cold winter of the empire.

Thinking of this, Jon Snow rubbed his friend's head, his eyes softened rarely: "It doesn't matter, it's just a dream."

After so many years, Jon Snow has long since let it go.

The hatred has not faded, but... Jon Snow has become numb in the long killing on the border of the Empire.

Cultists and demons are both enemies of humanity, killing people for absurd and even ridiculous reasons. On the battlefield, it's a matter of life and death, and there's no point in calculating every detail.

There are more than tens of millions of demons, and even high-level extraordinary beings cannot kill them all.

What's more, the Four Heavenly Kings who led the demons to attack, and the Pale Empress had died together with her father, so he didn't even have a clear target for revenge.

My father should have won that battle.

If the royal reinforcements could arrive sooner, even just for a minute...

The already restless blood surged even more violently due to the girl's unwillingness, and the piercing cold pain made her expression slightly distorted.

Jon Snow clenched his fists, then slowly lowered them, exhaled a long breath, and finally managed to suppress his restless blood.

There's no point in saying anything now.

There is a New Year's Eve party this afternoon.

To be honest, the blood disorder progressed much more slowly than she had expected. The power of [Ice Soul] kept running around in her body, causing her heart to ache with every breath.

She hadn't needed so much strength to deal with those evil cult priests before, but now she was reaping the fruits of her own labor. The strange feeling in her body caused her thoughts to wander uncontrollably, and she recalled the terrible past.

This cannot continue.

But I can't let my unhappy past spoil that child's fun...

Jon Snow got out of bed and walked to the kitchen on his bare, slender feet.

In order to ensure that she could suppress her restless blood, she cooked several times more potion than usual at one time.

Looking at the strange black liquid with mysterious bubbles, Jon Snow's eyes twitched slightly, but in the end he made up his mind, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank several times the dose in one gulp.

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On the last day of December, as the sun set and night fell, every corner of the academic city lit up with colorful halos.

It is the consensus of all mankind that we should gather together to celebrate when bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new.

The magic academy is no exception.

The college banquet hall tonight is far more magnificent than ever before.

Warm crystal chandeliers and countless floating magical candles create a warm and gentle atmosphere of joy. Magical murals depicting rising flaming lions and dancing elves, symbolizing the seven great powers, adorn the walls.

Celebratory music filled the air, mixed with the laughter of teachers and students, echoing in the banquet hall.

This banquet was not exclusive to the nobility, but for all teachers and students, aiming to celebrate together regardless of nationality or class.

Therefore, the teachers and students who came to participate were relaxed and free to do what they wanted. There were men and women in formal wear, as well as people in school uniforms and casual clothes.

Lovers and couples will often dress up in order to dance together in the second half of the party.

But most of the teachers wore formal or casual clothes.

No matter how much fun you have in private, you still have to behave like a decent person in public.

The New Year's Eve party brought together ambassadors from all major forces.

What if an ambassador is really upset because of impure teacher-student relations and is asked, "Are the teachers in your college teaching and educating people, or are they harming our future flowers?", not only will it be embarrassing, but you may also lose your job!

Even the "dissolute faction" represented by mature female teachers would be embarrassed to engage in teacher-student love in front of the [Sage] and a group of ambassadors. Instead, today most of them are wearing uniforms and robes, each one more restrained and formal than the other.

Because of this, the moment the silver-haired figure arrived, there was a burst of exclamations.

Her silver hair falls like snow, and her eyes shine like stars.

A dark blue strapless dress swayed slightly, with delicate snowflake embroidery on it and a delicate blue rose pinned on the chest.

The corset outlines an elegant and slender line, while the tube top reveals the delicate and sexy collarbone.

That expressionless, indistinguishable face, slightly cold, and the black silk jade feet wrapped under the long skirt, the high heels rising and falling slowly, together depict the temperament of the high mountain flower on the snow-capped mountains of the empire, making countless people stop and think of willingly surrendering.

It’s a pity that the ice-blue eyes did not stop for anything, and the light steps did not pause for anything. The girl walked straight through the crowd, leaving only the unattainable cold fragrance. Even surrender was a delusion.

There were many expressions of admiration and desire in the crowd, but no one dared to step forward, for fear of being hurt by the girl's coldness and arrogance.

Only the silver-haired prince walked forward without any fear.

She was dressed up, so she must have planned to dance, but there were only a few people present who were qualified to dance with her.

The answer is obvious, isn't it? As a teacher, even if she were secretly having a teacher-student relationship, it's impossible for her to actually dance with an apprentice in public, right?

Although he felt uneasy about not being able to contact the School of the Undead, Winter guessed that Jon Snow had grown dislike towards the apprentices because of the previous attack.

The silver-haired prince greeted her with extreme confidence and smiled gently: "Cousin, it seems that you have finally figured it out."

"You are more beautiful today than ever before..."

However, the silver-haired girl skipped the small talk and sighed lightly: "Sorry, I already have an appointment."

Then, without mercy, he took a slightly hurried step past him and left him behind.

Unfortunately, Jon Snow doesn't have time to care about Winter's intentions right now.

She looked around inconspicuously, but could not find the expression of her beloved disciple. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked a little annoyed.

There is still some time before the party officially starts. Am I here too early?

Just as I was struggling with the issue, unexpectedly, my colleagues gathered around me.

The mature female teacher, holding a wine glass, stepped forward and whistled softly: "I can't believe it, Teacher Xue Nuo is planning to go all out tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Jon Snow looked at his colleagues, his eyes trembling slightly.

Among the teachers, she seemed to be the only one wearing a formal dress.

Thinking of this, she muttered uneasily, "Wearing a dress...is it weird?"

Chapter 80 Jon Snow's Hobby

"Wearing a dress...is that weird?"

Jon Snow, who was attending the party for the first time, had no idea about these unwritten rules.

The honest girl Barbara was about to explain, but her mouth was covered by the mature teacher.

The mature female teacher began to speak nonsense seriously: "It's not surprising. The prettier you dress, the more boys like you. Isn't this common sense?"

Jon Snow frowned, feeling something was wrong: "He's just my apprentice."

"Isn't the apprentice a boy? Don't worry, the boy will probably be happy to see you like this!"

The figure of a black-haired boy can be seen in the distance.

Under the instigation of everyone, Jon Snow had no time to think carefully and was pushed towards Roy like a duck to a tree.

In the eyes of the mature female teacher and others, Jon Snow was just a young girl who was in love for the first time and was ignorant and green. They were happy to give her a push and make things happen.

It’s almost like the aunts and uncles, senior colleagues in the workplace, who are bored and just want to watch young people fall in love and reminisce about the beauty of youth.

And unlike them, as the daughter of Duke Snow, who would dare to gossip about her teacher-student relationship?

On the other side, the black-haired boy also attended in a formal suit.

He hadn't forgotten that his mentor had been eager to talk about dancing last time, so he had naturally made preparations.

What surprised him was that, although most of the people from the Lionheart Kingdom, the Duchy of Golden Sands, Nia's friends, and the Student Union had already returned home, there were still the common people of the Academy led by Mark and the nobles of the South Sea led by White who came to say hello, and their attitude was quite respectful.

As for Mark and White, he saved their lives and Roy deserved it.

Strangely, many unfamiliar South China Sea nobles were also very respectful. The ambassador of the South China Sea Kingdom even came specially, muttering something like "Thank you Mr. Roy for urging all parties to take action to eliminate the sea beast disaster a few days ago" and "The South China Sea Kingdom will never forget your generosity and friendship", which made Roy confused.

It seems like I didn’t do anything?

Roy felt a little embarrassed when he thought about how Charlotte and the others almost overturned the holiday island last time!

Seeing the silver-haired figure coming in a gorgeous dress, everyone tactfully dispersed.

Only the prince of the empire was somewhat unwilling, with a sullen face, and wanted to step forward to stop it.

However, he had only taken two steps when a towering figure blocked his way.

The old man with gray hair and gray robes smiled kindly: "Your Highness, please don't be restrained at the party tonight. Feel free... Oh, I suggest you try the braised beef, it should be very suitable for the taste of the imperial people..."

Winter smiled dryly and nodded in agreement. He was anxious in his heart, but he did not dare to disrespect the [Sage] at all. He was kidnapped by the other party and taken to the other side of the banquet hall.

No one can disturb the reunion of young boys and girls anymore.

Snow hadn't found another teacher in a formal dress yet, so he asked anxiously, "Is this outfit inappropriate for me?"

Roy raised his eyebrows, not understanding the other person's implicit meaning, and subconsciously complimented according to standard procedure: "No, clothes make the man, and beauty should be matched with fine clothing."

"Do you... like it?" Jon Snow hesitated.

Roy paused for a moment before smiling and asking, "Who doesn't like beautiful women, right?"

"that's fine."

As long as he likes it, there seems to be no need to care about anything else, right?

The tense corners of his mouth finally relaxed, and Jon Snow smiled casually, which almost made the boy lose his mind.

"Let's go?" Jon Snow extended his white arm to the young man, indicating that he should hold it.

"Is this appropriate?" Roy was about to reach out his hand, but felt a little embarrassed.

"What's inappropriate?"

"Is it too intimate?" Roy was unsure.

At a banquet, unless they were in an unusual relationship, people of the opposite sex would never hold hands.

In Roy's previous life, a teacher was always a father, so such intimacy was generally not possible. But Viszea didn't seem to care about this...

Unexpectedly, Jon Snow blinked and smiled softly: "Nothing to worry about. We are master and disciple. There is nothing wrong with being a little closer, right?"

"You don't have to be too restrained in front of me."

Be gentle with your apprentice.

Jon Snow has not forgotten the teachings of his predecessors.

After saying that, Jon Snow took the initiative to come over and hold Roy's arm.

The touch of their skin brought a soft and cool touch, and the cool fragrance of blue roses wafting from their silver hair made Roy feel relaxed and happy.

Jon Snow was tall and wore high heels, so she came so close to Roy and took the initiative to lead him into the venue, which made him feel like he was being led by his sister to play. He felt embarrassed, but couldn't contain his joy.

But, should we say that Mr. Xue Nuo is still an elder? This level of physical contact is not shy at all.

The young man felt emotional, but he didn't know that the silver-haired girl was far from being as calm as she appeared, and her long and beautiful legs under her skirt had already unconsciously tensed up.

Those seemingly indifferent eyes deliberately avoided his sight, and a faint blush quietly climbed up on the fair cheeks, but it was not very obvious under the bright lights.

A banquet is nothing more than talking, drinking and enjoying delicious food.

After the dean's brief and humorous opening remarks, the banquet officially began.