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Ansel.

There was silence in the lobby.

The demonic energy froze in the air, and the students forgot to escape, staring blankly at the seats in the center of the high hall.

For this name, everyone's impression is limited to the pictures and meanings in the textbook.

History textbooks are boring and boring. There is only one section on Ansair. Not only can there be pictures of the beautiful elf boy to see, but even the meaning is recited with joy or admiration.

The first magic genius.

The snow elves that no longer exist.

The boy in the high hall opened his eyes slightly, his beautiful and delicate face completely overlapped with the icy picture in the textbook, with a long pour of ice silver, a pair of ice silver eyes, and his skin was as white as ice and snow.

It wasn't until a shrill cry came from the air that the students finally recovered. There was an uproar in the auditorium. Everyone was confused and excited.

Ansel.

——That's Ansel!

After the screaming demonic energy in the air quickly withdrew, Ansi Er appeared, even just sitting there, without doing anything, they immediately collapsed.

That was the elf that sealed countless black magicians a hundred years ago. They all add up now, and it is impossible to compare to Ansi Er's spell.

The door of the auditorium was quickly opened, the demonic energy rampaged, scattered and escaped. The boy on the high hall did not move, a pair of icy silver eyes were calm, and he sat on the high place with his eyes lowered, like a sculpture of ice and snow.

The girls stared at him fascinatedly, and the boys showed their fanatical admiration.

For them, the name of Ansel is simply a form of faith.

No one cares about where those demonic energy go.

The students almost instinctively believed that with Ansair, it was impossible for those demonic energy to escape.

The demonic energy that rushed out of the auditorium, as if it had hit the barrier of some formation, quickly disappeared into the air.

The principal couldn't help but smile.

Although I knew that this crisis was not a crisis at all, it was so easy to solve it, it still made people feel at ease.

It wasn't until all the demonic energy crashed into the demon prison that Ansier raised his eyes slightly, his light-colored eyelashes lifted, and his gaze stopped among the students.

The elf boy stood up.

The students stepped back subconsciously.

They are still in a state of shock and trance. The famous heroes in the textbooks suddenly appeared in front of them. This has a huge impact on everyone.

Legend has it that the elf boy who has fallen for a hundred years has a picture-like appearance. Standing on the high platform, it is like standing there as a picture in a textbook.

At this moment, he stood up, as if breaking the stillness of the picture scroll.

The students all looked sluggish.

They even wonder if they are dreaming.

But just now, just sitting still, you can frighten the black magician to run around—

Only Anselm can do it.

This is not a dream.

The eyes of the students were excited and frenzied.

The elf's eyes fell on the crowd, and the principal came over, he just turned his eyes lightly and nodded.

Ansel slowly walked down the steps.

The boy who just showed up to get rid of all the demons showed a faint smile.

The youth's snow-like face, when he smiles, has a beauty that goes against the sky.

He stretched out his hand and gently held a girl walking out of the crowd.

So, after a few seconds of silence.

The crowd exploded.