novelraw Chapter 158
Chapter 158
The bright red pupils slowly turned black, and the boy reluctantly raised the corners of his lips, and explained with a smile: "I'm fine, but my eyes will turn red when my emotions fluctuate greatly, and it will be fine after a while." He stared at Fu Lan, asked: "It's you, do you know? You have been sleeping for a month, and..."
"I slept for a month?" Only then did Fran notice that her arms were not the phantoms of men's clothes, but the slender and tender arms of a girl. She touched her face and found that it had returned to its original appearance.
Fran blinked, feeling as if something had happened and not.She turned to look at Tom, and suddenly asked, "Since I've been in a coma for a month, it should be past the Hogwarts start time, why aren't you at school?"
Tom showed a helpless smile, and before explaining, a kind and naughty male voice came from the door.
"Tom must stay and take care of you, so I persuaded the headmaster to defer him." Dumbledore, dressed in a gorgeous wizard robe, walked in and said with a smile: "I told him that I can take care of you, or that day It’s okay, but if Tom doesn’t agree, he must watch it himself before he can rest assured.”
Dumbledore blinked: "In the end, his strength convinced me. Seriously, I really want to recommend you to teach at Hogwarts. Your teaching ability is too great."
Fran returned an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Albus."
Dumbledore waved his hand and said with a smile: "There is nothing to be sorry for, although it is surprising that my year-end friend suddenly changed from a young man to a young girl. However, the reaction of the person who knows that he actually has an extra daughter Bring me a lot of jokes." He nodded seriously: "Well, this joke can last until Christmas."
Fran was slightly taken aback: "He also..."
Dumbledore nodded and explained: "You have an accident. He is also very anxious and has been trying to find a way. However, the current international situation is very delicate. A few days ago, Britain and France just signed the Munich Agreement with Germany in Munich. The wizarding world is also in a mess, and he's a bit overwhelmed..."
Fran lowered her eyes and did not answer, and asked after a while: "I have no impression of all this, do you know what happened to me?"
Dumbledore explained: "Actually, I don't know too well. I checked you and checked the information. I just speculated that you should be controlled by a kind of spiritual magic and fell into some kind of illusion, or dreamland. Li. The wizards don’t know much about this aspect. The spiritual world is too mysterious. I dare not deal with it rashly. I can only contact the masters of the spiritual field. They say that your consciousness should be trapped in the subconscious layer. This The place is mysterious, powerful and fragile, and they have no proper way to wake you up without hurting your spirit, so we suggest that we take care of your body and let you solve the rest."
He looked at Fran and praised: "It seems that your spiritual will is strong enough, and you woke up by yourself in just a month."
"So that's how it is." Fran thanked, "I let you worry about it."
Dumbledore waved his hand: "It's nothing, since you are already awake, then I should go back to Hogwarts, you can stay with little Tom first, this young man has been very worried during this time."
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After sending Dumbledore away, Fran had time to greet Tom.I saw the child frowning, with a sad look on his face.
"What's wrong? I'm fine, don't worry. Speaking of which, you should go back to school." Fran comforted.
"But, what if you suddenly fall asleep again?" Classmate Tom worried: "I'd better stay at home and take care of you. I can study the school courses by myself, and just take the exam at the end of the semester."
He raised his already somewhat handsome face, and asked worriedly: "Are you really okay? Suddenly falling into a deep sleep for a month, will it affect your body and spirit? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Fran patted the boy on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay Tom, don't worry, I'll take care of this matter."
"I'm not a child anymore!" Tom interrupted Fran's words, and said seriously: "This is not a trivial matter. You told me how dangerous the spiritual world is, so don't play it perfunctory!"
The black-haired handsome boy took Fran's hand, stared into her eyes and said, "Tell me your feelings and thoughts, Fran, I am not a child anymore, I am someone you can rely on!"
Fran stared at those red eyes again, as if she saw a familiar figure in this little boy.She sighed and said, "Okay, Tom, if you want to help me, just use another command spell to replenish my magic power."
Tom nodded without hesitation, but still with some doubts: "Why? What do you want to do?"
Fran's eyes became a little complicated. She bit her lip and explained:
"I want to try to summon a person, a person who understands spiritual power very well."
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The summoning circle was ready, and Fulan placed the pupil power crystal pendant as a holy relic in the eye of the formation. She stood beside the formation, took a deep breath, closed her eyes and recited the incantation for summoning the heroic spirit.
She doesn't know whether her summoning will be successful. After all, she doesn't know whether the person she wants to summon has become a heroic spirit, or she doesn't know whether the whimsical plan in Tokaima is completed, that doomsday-like After the upheaval, does that world still exist in distant time and space?
She didn't know all of this, maybe, rashly summoning that person who was once regarded as an enemy but not a friend was also to settle one of her own concerns.
The pulsating rays of magic power floated above the magic circle. In the dazzling halo, a man wearing red armor, black hair, and carrying a large gourd-shaped fan half-closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and stood casually. In the slowly dissipating halo.
He opened his eyes, and in a pair of magnificent red pupils, black and strange patterns slowly rotated slowly. The man spoke, with a deep and magnetic voice that was a little hoarse and lazy.
"Archer answered the call, you are mine..."
"...the fiancée?"
Before Fran could be happy, she was overwhelmed by Archer's arbitrarily adapted call speech, and directly complained: "This seems to be a heroic spirit summoning contract rather than a marriage contract?"
"Hmph." The man tilted his head, revealing the handsome oriental face under the messy long hair, he squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his lips and said, "I'm a decent person, if body fluids are exchanged, at least there must be Make a marriage contract, or we can go directly to get married."
After hearing this, Fran's mouth twitched: "It's a beautiful idea, who would use body|fluid exchange to replenish your magic power?!"
Boy Tom on one side tugged at La Flan's sleeve, looked at her expectantly with sparkling eyes when Fran turned her head, and asked, "Fran, can a summoning contract be used as a marriage contract? Exchange body|fluids for mana replenishment. What is it?"
Fran's expression froze, not knowing how to explain to the underage summoner.So he instinctively used the trick that adults use to fool children.
"It's not a marriage contract, he's talking nonsense, as for the exchange of body|fluids...you'll know when you grow up, and I'll explain it to you later."
Ignoring Tom's bulging bun face, Fran looked at Madara Uchiha, and changed the subject bluntly: "Speaking of which, why are you an archer? I thought you would be an assassin or a berserker, including Susano , even Saber and Rider are possible. How could it be Archer?"
Madara glanced at Fran, and said coldly, "berserker? So in your heart, I look like a lunatic? As for assassin..." Madara smiled contemptuously, "Do you think me and that trash who sneaked in behind the dead white hair are Is it in a style?"
"Hehe, it really is Madara, the Madara who is always dissing between the doors, as a ninja who should be proficient in assassination, he always likes Madara who doesn't want to fight in the face..." Fran looked at the arrogant man helplessly, and asked: "But ... Archers? Where's your bow?"
Madaramen pulled out the big Uchiha fan from behind expressionlessly, thrust it on the ground, put his hands on the handle of the Basho fan casually, and said lightly: "For long-range and powerful strikes, you don't necessarily need a bow and arrow. I will come with this rank because it is convenient to move, after all, my situation may be different from yours..."
Fran's eyes moved slightly, she was silent for a moment, pulled the young boy Tom who was standing aside, and introduced: "This is my summoner, Tom Riddle." Then she introduced Madara to Tom: "This It's Mister Madara, a powerful warrior who has a lot of research on spiritual spells."
Madara stared at the black-haired and red-eyed boy with red eyes, and curled her mouth: "Another annoying brat."
The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, looking at the handsome young man with black hair and red eyes, he was a little helpless why he always clashed with others.Although he was a little displeased with this astonishing and arrogant Mr. Madara, but for the sake of helping Fran, Tom still forced the throbbing veins on his forehead to say hello politely:
"Hi, Mr. Madara, first time meeting, I'm Tom Riddle."
"Yeah." Madara replied indifferently, glanced up and down at Tom, and commented objectively: "The momentum is not bad, but it's too weak. There are flaws all over the body, as thin as a chicken." He tilted his head to look at Fran, and said, "Your summoner this time is not very good, it's not as good as a dead white hair."
Fran reached out and put her arm around the annoyed Tom's shoulder, and said helplessly, "Madara, you are really... Tom is not a ninja, he is a wizard."
"Ah, magician, wizard, what a mess..." Madara shrugged indifferently, put away his big fan, and asked seriously, "Why did you summon me here? It can't be because you miss me, right?"
"There are indeed some things..." Fran patted Tom on the shoulder next to him, and said, "Tom, I want to talk to Mr. Madara alone."
Young Tom glanced at the fierce Madara hesitantly, worried: "But..."
Fran comforted her plainly: "It's okay, Mr. Madara is my former friend, don't look at him like this, he is actually a very good person."
Seeing Madara's sullen face, Tom didn't refute, so he nodded, leaving room for Fran and Madara Uchiha.
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"Hmph." Seeing the kid leave, Madara sneered and said, "You're giving out friend cards and good person cards again, you really think highly of me."
"Blade..." Fran called Madara's name, and the black-haired man on the opposite side closed his mouth, half-closed his eyes and asked calmly, "What do you need me for?"
Fran sighed, stepped forward and grabbed Uchiha Madara's sleeve, and said softly: "Mara, let's sit over there, I want to talk to you."
Fran poured tea for the two of them, held the teacup, and then said, "Madara, thank you at that time."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Madara replied indifferently while holding the teacup expressionlessly.
"This duplicity is awkward..." Fran smiled inclusively and asked, "Are you okay over there?"
Madara raised her eyes and looked at Fran: "Thanks to Baimao's death, I was forcibly dragged to the Heroic Seat to work for my restraint. I don't know if this is good or not."
"So, Tobuma succeeded?" Fran asked hastily.
"Yeah." Madara said indifferently: "The suppression has recovered all the chakra, and the ninja war will not be able to fight. Shibai Mao did a good thing, although most ninjas hate that The culprit behind their loss of power."
Fran breathed a sigh of relief, and said repeatedly: "That's good, then I can rest assured."
Madara tilted his head to look directly at Fran, and asked in a complicated tone: "Are you... are you concerned about Thousand Hands? Do you care about him that much?"
Fran was taken aback when she heard the words, and said dumbfoundedly: "He is indeed a little different to me, but what I care more about is that world, and everyone living in that world. Including you, Madara, I am also very concerned." I care about you."
"Really..." Madara turned the teacup in his hand, and said lightly: "I thought everyone hated me, but it's okay, I'm used to it, you don't need to say that deliberately."
"No, Madara, that's not the case." Fran put down the cup, walked to the opposite side, sat next to Uchiha Madara, and said seriously: "At least back then, Hashirama, me, and your clan People care about you. Madara, you are not against the whole world, and everyone does not hate and fear you, but..." Fran smiled wryly: "...you make people wonder how to get close. Hashirama has several Every time I want to have a serious talk with you, but you always avoid him, and then..."
Fran pursed her lips and said, "Madara, if you want to see Hashirama, I can summon Hashirama as well. He should be in the Seat of Heroes."
"No need." Madara refused flatly, "I don't want that idiot to mess around with me."
Fran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she didn't approve of pulling Hashirama out, not to mention consuming a lot of magic power. If the two got into a fight again, it would be nothing but trouble.
Madara turned her head and asked seriously: "So, do you just want to ask about the follow-up of that incident? There should be other things."
The author has something to say: So this is a professional duel between the eternal kaleidoscope Madara who wants to engage in unlimited monthly reading and let the whole world dream, vs the half-dream demon Mei Tianli.