The Founder of Diabolism - Chapter 119 The second two: incense burner 2

The next morning, Wei Wuzhen was hard to wake up earlier than the blue forgetting machine. Throughout the day, both legs were shaking.

The scented incense burner was taken over by them and turned over for a while. Wei Wuzhen took it apart and loaded it back as it was, but he could never find the mystery.

Wei Wuzhen sat on the shore of the book and sighed: "It is not a problem of incense, it must be that the problem of the incense burner has not ran. This thing can be really ugly, immersive, even if it is empathy, it is almost the same effect. Have you ever recorded your family library?"

Blue forget to shake his head.

Since he shook his head, it was really not recorded by the predecessors. Wei Wuwei said: "Whether, the incense burner has passed, it is better to temporarily accept it, don't let people accidentally touch it. If there is a master of refining the door to visit in the future, then come out and ask."

They all thought that the incense burner had passed the effect. Who knows, things were unexpected.

In the middle of the night, Wei Wuzhen and the Blue Forgetting Machine, as usual, went to sleep after a cloud in the quiet room.

After a while, he opened his eyes and found himself lying under the magnolia tree outside the library.

The sun shines through the flower branches and sprinkles on his face. Wei blinks his eyes, raises his hand to cover it, and sits up slowly.

This time, Blue Forgot is not around.

Wei Wuzhen right hand on his lips and shouted: "Blue Zhan!"

No one answered. Wei Wuqi is strange: "It seems that the effect of the incense burner has not yet passed. Where can I go to Lan Zhan? Is it only me who is affected by the residual mana of the incense burner?"

In front of the magnolia tree, there is a white stone path. A group of white-skinned Gusulan's children passed the book in twos and threes. It seems that they are going to do morning classes. No one has given Wei Wuyi a look. He still can't see him. Wei Wuzhen turned to the library and glanced at it. The blue forgetting machine was not inside. No matter whether it was big or small, it was not inside, so he went downstairs and wandered aimlessly in the cloud.

After a short time, he suddenly heard the voices of the two teenagers whispering. After approaching, one of the teenagers’ voices was very familiar: “...no one used to raise it in the cloud, but it’s not in compliance.”

Silence for a moment, another teenager sullenly said: "I know. But... I have made a promise, can not be trusted."

Wei Wuzhen’s heart moved and sneaked away. Sure enough, standing on a green lawn, it was Blue Lanchen and Blue.

When it’s spring, the breeze bursts, the young blues of the juveniles, such as the innocent jade in the mirror, are all dressed in plain clothes, snow, wide sleeves and wiping, like a scroll