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Chapter 91

The thin mist was like substance, pinching deep bruises on the side of Qingji's neck.

The disparity in strength was too great, and Qingji didn't even have the slightest room to resist. If he tried a little harder, his neck might be broken directly, or he might be suffocated to death.

The instinct to survive made Qingji succumb, and he struggled to utter a word: "In..."

The fog loosened a little, allowing him to catch his breath.

"In the dark compartment under my bed," Qingji said with an expression on his face and a hoarse voice, "I have specially used several spells to hide the protection, and only I can unlock it... Let me go, I will protect you for you." Go get it."

"No need."

Si Ning said without hesitation. The moment he waved his hand, there was a muffled sound from the bed behind him, accompanied by some teeth-stinging sounds, like objects twisting and rubbing against each other, sometimes sharp and ear-piercing.

Qingji's expression was even uglier. He wasn't lying. The black magic spell book was indeed in that position. He wanted to wait for Si Ning to let him go first. On the surface, he figured out a way to deal with it while unlocking the spell. It couldn't really be like that Give the book away.

He did not expect that Si Ning's spell practice had reached such a level that he was almost on par with his mentor. He could break the spell under the bed so quickly and easily without even damaging the bed board.

The mist was still around his neck, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He watched a book with a hard black case fly out of the corner and landed in Si Ning's hands.

The cover of the book was also cursed, and only the owner of the spell could read it, which was easily lifted by Si Ning.

He opened the book and glanced at it, and after confirming that it was correct, the mist that controlled Qingji suddenly dissipated.

Qingji retreated a few steps in embarrassment to stabilize his body, clutching his neck: "Why did your Highness do this...how did you know about this book?"

The book of black magic spells was in his hands, even his mentor Guilian didn't know about it.

Could it be that Dragon Island has other restrictions?Everything he brings in will be found?But if there is, he can't be unaware.

Moreover, Si Ning ignored him for the past two days, and tonight suddenly came to snatch the things he had been secretly hiding, which was weird and unusual everywhere.

Si Ning asked back: "What do you want to do by secretly bringing this kind of book into Long Island?"

His expression was cold, and his expressionless eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

The unknown is the real fear. Qing Ji couldn't figure out how Si Ning knew it. Under his gaze, it seemed that all his intentions had nowhere to hide.

Coupled with his lack of strength, he has absolutely no chance of winning against his boss. Si Ning has already got the book, and he will probably kill him directly.

The short staff lay quietly on the ground, Qingji moved his steps calmly, but the next moment, the short staff suddenly split into several pieces, making it impossible to use it any more.

Without the blessing of the magic wand, Qingji couldn't beat Si Ning even more.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Your Highness, please punish me... I got this book by chance, and I only read it a few times," Qingji said half-truthfully: "The teacher told me to keep it carefully, so I always keep it with me. It wasn't deliberately concealed that it was brought into Long Island..."

He said that Ji Lian also knew that the book was not taken out because of its special nature, and it was not considered a private possession.

Sensing that Si Ning's killing intent was still undiminished, Qing Ji said hastily: "Although... although I am not talented enough to learn a few spells, I have consulted a large number of ancient books and kept the annotations in my heart. If Your Highness wants to learn, I will definitely help..."

Si Ning's tone was sarcasm: "The Library Pavilion in Longdao has everything you need, you are not qualified to teach me yet."

Seeing that Qingji's lips were trembling and his face was gray, he paused and said again: "However, I won't kill you for the time being."

Qing Ji is here to replace Ji Lian. As Ji Lian's best student, he also has a good reputation in the outside world. If he dies within a few days after coming to Long Island, he will cause trouble if he fails to keep it.

The black magic spell book is even more a secret, and it cannot be known by Si Lian and the others. It is easy to kill Qingji, and you have to find a reasonable excuse. Now is not the time.

A faint mist seeped into Qingji's nose without warning, he immediately covered his mouth and nose and coughed, but it was too late.

"I don't care how you please the other highnesses, if you dare to tell what happened tonight," Si Ning said coldly, "or step into my palace again, no one can save your life."

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared into the house like a ghost in a blink of an eye just like when he came.

Qing Ji sat paralyzed on the ground, and when he regained his composure, he picked up the broken staff and put it back together again, trying to force out the mist that Si Ning had put into his body.

He tried for a long time, until he was exhausted and couldn't do it, so he had to give up in the end.

The bed was intact, it was impossible to tell that anything was hidden inside and taken away, and the furnishings in the house had never been touched. If he went to tell others that Si Ning had robbed his book, no one would believe him.

Moreover, it was a book of black magic spells that was secretly brought in. If Si Ning did not threaten him, he would not say it easily.

Qingji's eyes showed remorse and resentment. After all, he was careless. Everything happened tonight by surprise, so he was not prepared at all.

He slowly got up from the ground, wiped off the dust on his body, and transformed into a water mirror.

The scar on the side of his neck was clearly reflected in the mirror, and it took several consecutive healing sessions before it began to improve and gradually returned to normal.

Thinking of Si Ning's almost terrifying strength, Qingji's eyes showed a hint of willingness.

He is so powerful, what else is he going to do with the black magic spell book?

—

During the day and afternoon, Mingshu and Wushu were playing in the garden.

Ming Shu picks the petals to eat, and the Wushu picks the leaves after him, and spits out all the unpalatable ones.

In the end, they basked in the sun together. Misty Mouse imitated Mingshu's behavior and made a bed of petals beside the flower bed. Its small front paws carefully arranged each petal, and then lay down with its eyes closed. Many petals were blown away and didn't care.

While basking in the sun, Ming Shu took a small comb to comb the fog mouse.

All the utensils of the fog mouse are prepared by the attendants, including the sleeping nest, the utensils for eating and drinking, and even some toys, although the fog mouse is not very interested.

Originally, keeping such a pet didn't need such delicate things, but the attendant saw that Wushu liked Mingshu very much, and Mingshu also liked Si Ning, so the treatment of Wushu was second only to Mingshu, only worse than Mingshu. Also put on special clothes.

After combing one side of hair, Wushu obediently turned over and let Mingshu continue to comb the other side, snoring comfortably.

As a result, it was getting dark and before finishing combing, Ming Shu lay on Wushu's body, holding the comb in his hand and fell asleep just like that.

In the end, the attendants came to wake them up, reminding them that it was getting late, and the night was cool and windy, and they would easily get headaches after staying for a long time.

Mingshu went back with Wushu, but found that Si Ning was not in the study.

Another attendant guarding the corridor explained: "His Royal Highness has something to go out, and he will be back soon."

Si Ning went out without telling him?Mingshu asked: "Where did your highness go?" The attendant shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

The Wushu gently tugged at Ming Shu's sleeve: "Guji Guji!"

It's better if Si Ning is not here, then they can play for a while longer!

It dragged Mingshu to run towards the sleeping hall, jumped in from the open window, and flew all the way to the bed.

The bed curtains hung on both sides, and without Si Ning's obstruction, the Mist Mouse was finally able to jump up, stood upright by the bed, and inspected the new "territory" here.

Ming Shu never forgets to warn you: "Guji, don't mess up the bed, Your Highness will be unhappy."

"Hey..." The fog mouse responded in a low voice, and ran around the edge of the bed twice, thinking that there was nothing interesting here, and it was not as beautiful as its nest.

It jumped down again, waved its paw towards Mingshu, turned around and got into the den.

Mingshu understood its invitation, and followed it into the nest.

Wushu stands at about the same height as Mingshu, and the small space seems to be tailor-made for them. The thick cushions are easy to sink in with one foot, half of which is the bed, and there is even a small pillow.

There was a piece of wood at the foot of the bed with several scratches on it. Mingshu stepped forward curiously: "What is this?" Wushu hurriedly lay down on the bed with the pillow in his arms, shook his tail vigorously, and successfully moved Mingshu's body away. attraction.

He, like Mist, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, and lay down beside Mice, leaning on its fluffy tail.

When Si Ning came back, Ming Shu had already fallen asleep in the den.

Si Ning found him immediately, reached out and gently held him out.

Ming Shu didn't fall asleep, opened his eyes in a daze, hugged Si Ning's fingers and rubbed them: "Where did you go?"

"There's something urgent, and I need someone to deal with it." Si Ning led him back to the familiar bed, "Take a shower before going to sleep?"

Mingshu shook her head: "I won't wash it anymore, I'm so sleepy."

He hugged Si Ning's hand and said, "Your Highness won't wash it either, let's go to bed."

It's okay to stop for a day once in a while, so Si Ning took off his robe and let Mingshu sleep in the crescent of his neck.

—

The next day, Qingji didn't come over again, maybe because Si Ning accepted the book yesterday, so he wisely stopped bothering him.

Si Ning threw away the ointment that Qingji specially brought to Mingshu, but at noon the attendant brought a small jar of very similar ointment and sent it to Si Ning.

Unscrew the jar, and a faint floral fragrance emanates from it, which smells very nice.

Ming Shu looked at it curiously: "What is this?"

"Wing wipers." Si Ning replied.

Ming Shu was stunned for a moment: "Didn't Your Highness say it's useless?"

Si Ning said with a natural expression: "Others are useless, but mine may not be."

Of course, what he prepared for Mingshu would only be the best and safest. The wings of elves are indeed fragile, so they should be maintained with ointment.

Ming Shu stretched out his hand and wiped it in the jar, and rubbed it on the back of his hand.

He looked up at his boss Si Ning, and then saw him looking at his wings.

Mingshu protected his wings with his backhand like a conditioned reflex: "...Your Highness, I'll just wipe it myself."

"Hey!" Wushu came over and said that he could also help.

Si Ning didn't seem to hear, and gently brought Ming Shu over, and asked him to turn and lie on his palm.

Ming Shu's cheeks were reddish, she wiped it if she wanted to, at least she wouldn't lick him casually after wiping.

He hugged Si Ning's fingers obediently, revealing two pairs of thin transparent wings behind his back.

Si Ning took some ointment with his fingertips, and slowly applied it from the roots.

The ointment seemed thick, but it didn't feel at all when it was applied, but it soaked in quickly, leaving only a faint floral fragrance.

[The npc's gas value has been updated, please go to the background to check]

No matter how you touch the ointment, you can increase your breath value... It is estimated that other elves do not have these, and their dragons will not personally help to apply it.

After wiping it all, the originally transparent wings were already pink, and the fog mouse was driven to the corner of the desk, straightened its neck and looked around.

Ming Shu turned over and got up, Si Ning touched his cheek, and wiped the ointment left by his fingertips on his face.

"It smells so good," Si Ning said in a low voice, "Little elf."

Just as Ming Shu came to his senses, he hugged his hand like nostalgia and hummed: "Isn't it a talking bird?"

He still remembered what Si Ning said when he first came here. If he hadn't actively begged to stay, he might not have completed the first main mission yet.

"No," Si Ning leaned closer, "There is no such beautiful bird."

[The favorability of npc has been updated, please go to the background to check]

It seemed that it was the first time he said such words bluntly. Ming Shu was both shy and happy, and leaned forward to hold Si Ning's chin and kissed him.

Then he opened the system panel and saw that the favorability and anger value had each increased by 5 points, and the progress bar in another line that did not describe it had increased by at least 10 points.

This progress bar has a tendency to gradually get rid of the favorability and anger value, and it not only keeps rising, but also increases even more.

Ming Shu raised his head and quietly looked at Si Ning: "Your Highness..."

Si Ning said "um", looking absent-minded, not knowing what he was thinking.

He quickly came back to his senses, and continued to touch the tip of Mingshu's chin: "Do you want to grow up?"

"Grow up?" Ming Shu went from confused to surprised, "Is there any way, Your Highness?"

The last time Si Ning asked this question, although he failed in the end, he became a little black dragon when he formed the bond.

"Do you want to?" Si Ning asked again, holding Ming Shu's fingers and lifting the clothes on his waist, gently rubbing them inward: "Little elves."

This action is very ambiguous. After wiping the wings just now, the blush on Mingshu's face has not dissipated.

Looking at the three-line progress bar on the panel, he hesitated and said, "What should I do when I grow up?"

There has to be a reason and a reason why he has to get bigger...

Si Ning didn't answer, and moved his fingertips to the front, caressing the small navel.

The attendants would often bring Mingshu new clothes sewn quietly, and the old ones would be worn out after two or three times. I don't know when, his clothes have become a little loose.

Ming Shu dodged sideways to prevent Si Ning from touching him again, but responded, "I want... I want to grow up, like Your Highness."

Si Ning said hello, but as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly changed back into a shrunken dragon shape, pounced on Ming Shu, pressed him, and licked him, smelling the pleasant scent of flowers on his body.

—

In the past two days, Mingshu discovered that Si Ning was reading a book that was different from before.

In the past, the books on his bookshelf all had similar casings, carved from light-colored or dark-colored wood, with crooked characters printed inside.

The book he is looking at now has a pure black cover, and the patterns on the surface are a little different, making it look more delicate and heavy. The edges of the pages are yellowed, so it should be quite old.

Of course, Mingshu didn't know the characters in it, and Si Ning even asked him to look at it a few times, saying that he would teach him.

Ming Shu pretended not to hear, turned her head and went out to play with Wushu.

Si Ning looked at his back as he flew away, and his eyes fell on the book again.

On the fourth day, the system that had been silent for several days finally started to move.

[A new plot prompt has been detected, do you want to check it immediately? 】

【Plot reminder】:

[The elf knew where the wizard kept the spell book, and he had seen it once.That book was the wizard's treasure. He didn't usually carry it with him, but hid it under the bed and protected it with several spells.The elf continued to approach the wizard, and learned from him what the spells were.Knowing the spell, you can find a way to get in touch with the spell. After thinking about it, the elf decided to ask His Highness Fifth for help. 】

[Ding dong—main mission released]

[Mission [-]: Steal the human wizard's black magic spell book without revealing it]

[Ding dong - side mission released]

[Mission 1: (50) npc [Qingji]'s [favorability] reaches over 2/(180) npc [Si Ning]'s [favorability] and [receiving value] reach [-] or more at the same time]

(Reminder: This task is multiple choice, you can choose (1) (2) to complete)

It's still 180... Qingji only needs to increase by 10 points.

Normal players will definitely choose the first option at this time.

But the increase in Qingji's favorability is too strange, and the second side mission related to him is even more strange.

Ming Shu recalled the previous mission and asked him to approach the other highnesses. At that time, he felt that staying with Si Ning was safer, so he chose Si Ning's side.

If he chose the other side, wouldn't the mission go well?

Mingshu felt uneasy, he didn't want to get close to Qingji again, this npc didn't give him a good feeling.

But even if he got Si Ning's favorability and aura points to 180 in the side missions, he still had to complete the main missions.

How about... Let's see when Qingji will come to Si Ning again?

As Si Ning's guardian elf, his actions are restricted, and he is not as free as in the plot.

Ming Shu had a sad face, and Wushu and Si Ning noticed his depressed mood at the same time.

After thinking about it, the Wushu ran quietly outside the corridor, found several small flowers of different colors in the grass, pinched them together and took them back, intending to give them to Mingshu to make him happy.

However, when it returned to the window sill, it found that Si Ning had turned into a little dragon again, curling up on the chair with Ming in his arms, and slowly licking his cheek with an extremely intimate gesture.

Ming Shu didn't resist either, and obediently leaned on the black dragon.

After Si Ning took the lead, Wushu was shocked and angry, and the flowers in his paws were no longer pretty.

What's so good about that tough dragon, isn't it just a little bit more powerful than it!

Wushu held the flower, turned around and squatted at the corner of the window sill, angry at the room with his back and tail.