The bloody eyes at the middle of the eyebrows remained motionless for a long time, and Mo Bei's ups and downs slowly calmed down.

The huge bloody eyes were so mysterious that they didn't know the origin. From the first time they discovered it, the sinful aura on it scared Mo Bei.

Now that the abnormal movement is gradually subsided, Mo Bei has a breath.

It's safe for the time being.

Mo Bei drove a dilapidated car all the way. The streets on both sides were cold, and some bars with very ancient buildings were shining with light.

Everything in the magic world is mysterious, and many ancient castles and legends that have been circulated are so charming and moving.

“Huhu”

After a round of wind, Mo Bei drove back to his residence in a car.

"Knock"

In the dark night, Mo Bei opened the door and walked into the house, reached out and turned on the gorgeous magic lamp, and his eyes lit up.

Smooth floors, comfortable sofas, on the corner of the hall, on a row of dark red shelves, there are various red wines and a small amount of blue bottles.

Of course, those drinks were used by the former owner to get drunk, but now they are cheaper.

He took a bottle of dark red wine and a transparent high-rise cup from the shelf in the corner, and slowly moved his feet towards the study.

The originally scattered scene in the study room was completely renewed. A desk with magical patterns of black paint was carved on it. It was so beautiful. The thick dust covered on it had already been wiped clean by Mo Bei.

"Dongdong"

Mo Bei walked to the desk, slid his fingers on the table, and put the red wine and high-rise cup at will.

"call"

Mo Bei sighed and sat lightly on the huge chair, raised his legs and put them on the desk table, and bowed his head deeply.

This night was boring. He could not pass the time with practice. He was a little decadent and was silent around him. Occasionally, with a few frogs outside the window, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

"Pooh"

Mo Bei turned over and stood up, and opened the red wine's osmanthus hard. The bottle mouth gently touched the high-rise cup, causing a crisp sound of pouring wine.

After taking a sip, Mo Bei pursed his lips and collapsed on the chair, as if he was sleeping soundly.

On the low bookshelf on both sides, there were more than a dozen ancient magic books scattered in a mess. The pages on them were shining with yellow and had not been maintained for a long time, or the watermark left on the written side was splashed by tea.

"Puff"

Suddenly, in front of the quiet window, a white dove flapped its wings and flew in through the night window.

The white dove was probably as big as the palm of his hand, and a whistle sounded from his mouth.

"Gugugugugugu"

When he arrived at the study, the white dove stopped with its wings flapping, and on the 'T'-shaped bracket at a corner of the desk, he retracted his wings and was waiting for something.

The T-shaped bracket is carved with an ancient picture scroll and a portrait of a six-winged angel. If you want to say it is a graceful female angel, scattered on it, wearing beautiful silver armor, revealing most of her snow-white skin. Under the rack is a row of white quills, shining with luster.

The pigeon stopped, swung his head and slowly looked at both sides.

At this time, the study room seemed to be a very beautiful picture scroll, two low bookshelves, a magician lay down, his legs on the desk table, the surrounding walls gradually became hazy, with a light yellow color, and a bird stared at it.

"Gugugugugugu" Bai Ge twelfthly tweeted from time to time, waving his head lively, waiting.

"call"

Mo Bei moved slightly, his breath was heavy, and he slowly got up.

The scene is very interesting, and Mo Bei is stunned.

But when I looked again, there was a letter bucket tied under the feet of the white dove.

"Flying pigeons pass on the letter" Mo Beidai shouted.

He stood up, reached out his hand and carefully caught the white dove, as if he was afraid that it would run away.

It was not until his hand slowly touched the body of the white pigeon that the white pigeon flapped his wings in shock. Without resistance, he stood steadily on Mo Bei's fist, and two tiny pigeon legs under his feet tightly grasped Mo Bei's fingers.

"It's quite spiritual."

Mo Bei pulled out the letter barrel and put the pigeon back on the 'T'-shaped pen holder.

"Pooh"

Open the mail bucket and take out the letters hidden inside.

Once unfolded, there were dense handwriting.

Mo Bei personally opened:

Dear little guy, I am the fat monk you have never greeted for a long time. Since you entered the Magic Academy, my expectations for you are like the harsh sun hanging in the sky.

Since I heard that you joined the Soul-Surveying Hall, your closest uncle was so scared that he never slept overnight. Since then, he has been with wine all day and is very concerned about you.

But your choice represents your magic ambition, and even your closest uncle cannot stop your ambition.

From now on, the sky is vast and the earth is vast. One day you will inevitably become a sacred magician who glorifies your life.

Your dear uncle, fat monk

The 17th year of the Magic Era

It says it is an uncle's care and blessing for his nephew, but in fact, it is delivering information to Mobei.

"The Soul-Surfing Hall is investigating my identity. Now the Fat Monk has sent a letter to report the good news, so it's safe. I just don't know what method he used."

Mo Bei was silent, his eyes scattered with the light of wisdom.

"Forget it, I'll find some time to gradually get him. I guess the fat monk hasn't found me these days, so he chose to use Fei Ge to pass on the letter!"

Mo Bei thought, tapped his fingers on the desk before sighing. He grabbed the white dove on the pen holder and slowly threw it out in the direction outside the window.

"Puff"

The white dove shook its wings and flew into the sky of the night quickly.

Mo Bei focused his mind for a long time, collapsed on his back chair, and kept thinking about something in his mind.

"Puff"

At this time, an unexpected scene appeared outside the window. A white dove poked his head and circled around the window. The whole bird's body was almost jumping up, and the feathers on its belly were neat.

"Forehead"

Mo Bei was surprised. He thought the pigeon had just flew back, but after taking a closer look, he realized that someone had sent him another letter.

"Who will it be!" Mo Bei sighed.

This time he disappeared for too long. For several days and nights, the people who were looking for him didn't know where Mo Bei was going. Only then did the interesting scene of Bai Ge delivering a letter appeared.

The white dove flapped its wings quickly, circled for a while, then it drew a curve in the air and jumped in with its wings.

"Puff, puff."

This time, the white pigeon was obviously a new hand, and he threw himself on the desk table, raised his eyes on both sides of his sharp mouth, and looked at Mo Bei with his soul swing.

"Yeah, so confident!"

Mo Bei was amused by the cute appearance of Bai Ge. He reached out to grab Bai Ge and could still feel the temperature on it.

"There is a lot of meat, enough for a bowl. No wonder you can't fly." Mo Bei smiled with a smile on his lips.

Hearing it, the white pigeon seemed to understand it, and kept flapping his wings on Mo Bei's fingers and standing still.

"You can't calm down for a while if you're so late!"

Mo Bei muttered and reached out to take out the letter barrel tied to the white pigeon.

Then, the letter was drawn out and a black paint invitation sheet was drawn.
Chapter completed!