It was not until the moment before that Ye Mingyu re-checked the magic circle converted into that he discovered a huge mistake.

To be ashamed, he copied the number wrongly.

Oh, it's really careless.

"Two thousand spiritual seas, the promotion speed has finally returned to normal," Ye Mingyu sighed, "Sure enough, the magic system is not so easy to modify, it is simply rare."

After all, it is the crystallization of all geniuses in modern times. Even if your mind is muddy, you can still know the difficulty coefficient of thinking and modifying it.

Even Ye Mingyu wasted a class!

That’s right, it’s not a break or a big break, but a lesson!

One class takes 45 minutes!

Not ten minutes, not twenty minutes, but forty-five minutes!

During these times, you can play at least two games of King of Pesticides, watch two episodes, and scan dozens of pages of comics...

Ye Mingyu is not a narcissist, but to be honest, isn’t this matter enough to prove its difficulty?

There were footsteps coming upstairs outside the classroom, and someone had already returned.

Ye Mingyu sorted out all the draft papers and threw them into his shoulder bag. After he planned to burn this stack of "civilized treasures" immediately after he returned home.

After this epiphany incident today, he finally understood a truth - tomorrow or accident, and he never knows which one will come first.

When fighting with the protagonist's halo, you must act vigorously and decisively to avoid long nights of dreams.

Therefore, Ye Mingyu decided to go to the library until late at night.

There is no time to hesitate anymore. If you hesitate, you will definitely cause all kinds of trouble.

The evening self-study of No. 1 Middle School lasts until half past ten.

In order to avoid Lilian's suspicion, after school, Ye Mingyu first returned to the villa in the middle of the city.

All performances are no different from usual, such as doing homework, meditation, and practicing questions...

Wait until one o'clock in the morning, after Lilian fell asleep—

In the claustrophobic room, Ye Mingyu suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.

Change into the black hooded robe that was prepared in advance, open the drawer lock next to the wardrobe with a click, and remove the "Sarahville Blade" in the mezzanine.

And, put on a mask of ghosts and gods.

Why the mask of ghosts and gods?

There is a deep connection here.

It's a long story, a long story short.

Because when he went to buy masks, there were only two styles left in the store, the other one was Mahou Soup.

After dressing, Ye Mingyu opened the window and flipped out. The violet curtains were rolling around. Under the silver moon, there was only an empty room left.

"It's a pity that the bright moon hangs high, it's not a good time to set fire."

......

Far away in the area near No. 1 Middle School, night crows scattered from one place, and among the flying feathers was a one-eyed young man.

From this location, you can see the solemn and gorgeous library. Hundreds of magic circles lit up the palace like neon lights, which contained the ink smell of books and the charming atmosphere of treasures.

That was an antique unearthed from the mine a month ago - the scales of a certain snake.

Even the sixth-level magic cannot leave a trace on it.

After identification, the owner of this scale was definitely above the eighth level during his lifetime.

It may even be comparable to those monsters that only exist in legends.

In terms of use value, whether it is used for the research of magical objects, as raw materials for building spell models, or as a certificate of selection for magic factions, it has strategic significance.

After a while, the superiors will send personnel to recycle it.

Before this, it was temporarily placed in a library filled with defensive magic circles and guarded by the patrol mage team all night.

No one can steal it.

No one can do it.
Chapter completed!