Wizards of the North

Lily was a decisive person, and thought to attack Bran with a stormy attack. She didn't think Bran was so strong, because when she hugged Bran and rotated that night, the forces of the two sides had already collided-but that was the case.

Even now, she still thinks so—but so. He got close to himself and used his omission in answering to complete a shameful sneak attack. Bran has been like this since he was a child, habitually deceiving and deceiving. As long as I get serious, all his ghostly tricks will be useless, just like when I was a child.

But why is there anxiety and hesitation in my heart?

In the interlacing of butterflies and shadows, the look that flashed past made her realize-seriously! Bran has never been serious with himself, he has been playing with himself since he was a child. He has always let me...

Now, are you finally serious?

This made her feel happy, but also a little disappointed.

Finally, don't you endure me anymore? Well, all right!

Lily seemed to be stimulated, the storm-like attack became more violent, and the light of the knife began to point towards Bran's vitals.

...

The situation in the martial arts field is a bit weird, and no one can see exactly what happened. Only through the occasional shouts from Lily, she knew that her condition was not good.

The sound seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and when it reached people's ears, it was already a little distorted and somewhat vague.

After Lily burst into light, she seemed to start fighting with her own shadow. Shining wants to tear his shadow apart, but it makes the shadow more gloomy and deeper.

Light and shadow ran and entangled in the field. First, the light entangled the shadow. From time to time, light exploded from the shadow, stirring it up into chaos. But soon the light faded, and the light began to shrink and shrink, and it began to roll back and escape. Want to escape from the shadow's embrace...

Lily felt like she was going crazy. After slapped her forehead again, she heard the little fairy Lijia intimately reported a new number 33...

"To shut up!"

"34!"

...

Bran seemed indifferent, he had never treated Lily like that. In a sense, he watched her grow up, although this girl always regarded herself as her sister and always wanted to protect him.

Bran quietly arranged everything for her, but she grew up with her own power and her own ideas. So she refused.

Bran once thought he didn't care, but when he saw Lily again, he couldn't help but want to teach her a lesson.

Ruthless lesson! Tell her that she is still far away!

Human senses always deceive themselves, but wizards must use them to find the closest reflection to reality. Bran used to spend a lot of time to coordinate the senses and the magical perception, making them both independent and complementary.

Lily grew up too fast and too smoothly, which made her lack enough patience. Many trainings, many things that are not very urgent, she decided to give time. This kind of thinking is true. As long as a few more years pass, perception will naturally run in and become unified in daily life.

The two quickly played against each other, this kind of perceptual asynchrony caused countless reverberations and phantoms in her mind. The faster Bran moved, the more obvious this effect would be.

The opponents in the past were too weak, and even if they were trapped in an army, the impact could be ignored. But when she faced Bran, all this became a fatal flaw.

She can't tell which is real and which is illusion. She feels like she is in a nightmare, and she just wants to escape desperately and wake up desperately.

Countless butterfly shadows passed her eyes from time to time, covering her sight. Bran's magic field also disturbed her perception of magic from time to time. The moment her sight was covered, her magical perception would also be cut off instantly. At that moment, she was actually deaf and blind.

It's just that the perception is out of sync, so she can't detect it. She is in the light, but deep in the darkness. She is in the light, wrestling with the endless darkness.

Bran followed Lily like a shadow, following each step.

He taught her a lot of things, but didn't mention the coping methods too much. Offense and defense are complementary to each other, and pros and cons are inherently entangled. It's not that he intentionally hides his privates, but after many methods come out, he also needs time to discover the flaws.

...

It shouldn't be like this! He actually dared to hit me!

It shouldn't be like this! He didn't let me go!

Lily's emotions began to get out of control, she began to be confused, and her eyes flushed slightly. Ever since she was a child, Bran has never really done anything with her, and more often she is playing tricks and making her happy.

How dare he treat me this way?

Are you disappointed in me? Or am I doing something wrong?

In the chaos, she felt a crisp sound from her forehead again, and the voice of a little fairy 99 came from her ears.

"enough!"

Lily stopped abruptly, and the light of the sword circled around her body, forcing everything away, tearing apart the shadow, and dispersing the light.

She stared at Bran angrily, and a huge butterfly shadow flashed past her eyes, making her jump back subconsciously. Although she still hasn't figured out what went wrong, the experience of having to slap her many times when Butterfly Shadow passed by, finally made her conditioned.

After Dieying, Bran's unrestrained smile made Feixia dye her cheeks red again.

"Do you still fight?"

A nasty voice rang in her ears, and Lily grunted bitterly: "Hit!"

"So, do you start?"

"and many more!"

Bran opened his hands and looked at her with a smile, looking extremely patient and extremely hateful.

Lily took a deep breath, "I see, it is impossible to defeat you with what you taught me, but I have discovered a new power."

Following the words, a pair of red-gold wings slowly spread from behind her, and then moved towards Bran in front of her. The butterfly shadows around Bran's body burst instantly, and countless black mists visible to the naked eye covered Bran, and they spun suddenly.

Affected by this stimulation, Bran inhaled in the sandstone city, a certain power that had been hidden in his body also awakened.