The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

‘You better understand the skills of the warlock first, and the greed is not refined. To tie the two together, you have to know more about both. ‘Repairing points.

Shen Yanxiao can only give up, continue to die in the hands of those warlock books.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from the stairs on the second floor.

Shen Yanxiao immediately collected the condensed crystal, and he followed it to the shadow.

The old man guarding the warlock tower, carrying a crystal lamp, slowly walked up the dark second floor. He walked quietly to a bookcase, carefully placed a stack of books in his bookcase, and then turned back to the first floor.

Shen Yanxiao looked at the back of the old man and couldn’t help but feel a little touched.

In the big warlock tower, there is only such an old man to look after. He seems to be repairing some books every day, taking care of these books that have not been read for a long time.

Shen Yanxiao walked to the place where the old man put the book, and took the old books on the bookcase.

Some skill books for spells, and some notebooks.

Shen Yanxiao’s gaze was quickly attracted to a broken sheepskin book. The ancient books clearly recorded the notes on the various stages of the Warlock’s road. Not only did there be a detailed combination of spells, but also a note on the side. The details of the single spells required for the combined spells.

This note, for Shen Yanxiao, is simply a gift from the snow, which is what she needs most now.

Turning to the last page of the Sheepss Book, she saw a vigorous and powerful signature.

Clouds.

Obviously, this note is written by someone who is called Yunxiao. From the perspective of the degree of fragmentation of the Sheepskin Book, this book has at least 50 or 60 years of history.

Will it be the old man...

Shen Yanxiao quickly overturned his own guess. Xiu has confirmed that there is no magic and grudge in the body of the old man. He is just an ordinary old man who can no longer be ordinary. If he is a master, it is impossible for these days. Did not notice their arrival.

No matter who this cloud is, but this note is very important for Shen Yanxiao, she immediately received the sheepskin book in the ring, quietly left from the warlock tower.

Shen Yanxiao’s foot just left, and the Warlock Tower ushered in a rare guest.

"After so many years, are you still tired?" The guest is a 60-70-year-old white-bearded old man. A white robe is extraordinarily noble and elegant. The old face is full of sharp eyes with a smile. .

The library administrator who buried himself in a pile of books slowly raised his head and looked at the visitors with an understatement. He lowered his head and continued to work in his own hands.

"Why are you tired? These are the most precious treasures of the warlocks. I can't let them be lost in my hands. But you, Ouyang Huanyu, the dean of Yves Saint Laurent College, how can you come to me today? ”

The guest who suddenly visited the Warlock Tower was not someone else. It was the president of the world-famous Saint Laurent College, Ouyang Huanyu, and the most powerful magician in the Longxuan Empire.

"I just came to see if this old stubborn is still insisting on meaningless things." Ouyang Huanyu looked at the empty warlock tower and sighed softly.

Once, this is also a talented person, but with the occupation of the warlock, the Warlock Branch has not received a student for decades.