Clow Cards Cardcaptor

There is a poem that says well,

There are no calendar days in the mountains, and no years of coldness.

If you can’t understand the meaning of this sentence, then I very much doubt whether the verse appreciation part of your high school Chinese has been returned to the teacher...

In short, when it came to midnight, more than ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

During this period, he was woken up by Tiangong kicking open the door every morning. During the day, he was plugged into the assembly line in the Red Hall as a part. During the rest time, he let out the wind on the steps.

After finishing work for a picnic with Klim and Li Ze, and then climbing out of the medicine pond with difficulty at night,

Started a whole night of illusion trial of A-level high-ranking battle.

This is living in the midnight fairy mountain isolated from the world, repeating the simple and full life every day,

Let Fang Ran have no concept of time. He always feels that when he came, it was yesterday.

Of course, this may also be due to the absence of holidays...

"Smelly boy! It's been bright for so long, how long will you go to sleep!"

After Tiangong broke the door with a ‘clam’ every day, and shouted loudly, he still hugged the quilt and screamed and fell asleep on the bed.

"Eh...Senior Tiangong, I just slept...not much...to sleep again...five minutes...ah-!"

Before Fang Ran could finish speaking in a daze, he was picked up by the back collar and threw it directly into the big wooden barrel in the backyard along the window.

Wow----

Seeing the water splashing up, Tiangong folded his arms and snorted slightly.

"Huh, lazy boy!"

Then he went to the Tiangong Hall first, and after finishing packing, Fang Ran was refreshingly prepared to start a new day of arguing with the ‘dead enemy’.

"puff..."

And Fang Ran, who crawled out of his head while holding the bucket, could only spit out expressionlessly.

Senior Tiangong, dare you change another way to wake me up or wait for my alarm in a few minutes...

Silently spit out in my heart, Tiangong started to get out of the big wooden barrel earlier than himself every day, and the cool mountain spring seemed to have aura to make the spirit clear.

Soaked all over, I didn’t even need to wash my face. Fang Ran faced the mountain spring water, the morning light illuminates the misty clouds, and the crane flies by.

Then start brushing your teeth.

Well, he also thinks that this kind of fairy scenery is so beautiful that people can't wait to chant a poem plus three appreciations. It's a waste to brush your teeth...

I took out the [fire card] to dry myself, and then changed my clothes. Fang Ran was very ceremonial and ready to start my essential homework every morning.

He walked to a two or three-meter high mahogany pillar. This ‘faucet’ with the same style as the ‘bus stop sign’ was also made by Heaven.

As for the lack of hot water in the bath, I think it’s all because of the bad faith of Tiangong seniors...

When he walked to the faucet, Fang Ran took out a water cup and pulled the iron ring. The clear spring poured out from the channel in the organ to fill it up. After taking a deep breath,

He directly raised his neck with one hand,

"what--"

Then there was a sound of contentment.

Following the independent space and the picturesque fairyland everywhere, Midnight left the deepest impression on Fang Ran.

The water is very delicious,

Sweet and refreshing, there is an unspeakable sense of refreshment, I have never drunk such good water in my life, and I feel that I can no longer go back to the life of tap water at home.

He even thought that he would use this water to make shaved ice in the military training next year, and the [Gan brand] seasoning would definitely sell well.

This is Fang Ran’s life every morning at midnight,

After doing all this, he walked out of the courtyard of the ancient building along the path, came to a bigger pillar on a cliff, and pulled the nameplate of the'Heavenly Temple'.

Pulling the hoop, sliding across the forest in the morning mist.

Fang Ran is almost accustomed to this fantasy scene that may be chic and elegant to others.

After all, he clocks in like this every day...

"Good morning, Fang Ran."

"Morning! Klim, eh, where is Lize?"

"He went there first to help the teacher."

After greeting Kerim who had already come, Fang Ran came to his job as usual.

The plan for the recasting of'Destiny' went well, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, but none of these had much to do with him, he was just a ruthless parts processing machine.

There are hundreds of large parts, materials and molding machinery every day,

Fang Ran slowly realized that his workload was not as large as it was at the beginning, and the amount accumulated by Tiangong and his instructor before he came midnight has been completed.

According to this progress, his mission will be over in about a week or two.

The remaining complex and sophisticated large-scale recasting process is the business of the two masters.

So compared to daytime,

What Fang Ran has been thinking about is the night.

Let’s not mention that the pain is life-threatening, and every time I go down, I have to prepare for more than ten minutes and cut off my back treatment.

During the period of living in midnight, Fang Ran will enter the illusion every night...

Oh, well, just go in and get beaten.

What Ling once said to him was really true. Any A-level superior was not comparable to his kind of fakes piled up by magic.

I went in from the first night and came across the "Thousand Faces" like what might be a power projection.

Fang Ran started his journey of being beaten in the middle of the night.

At the very beginning, it was the ability factor. Just like the midnight style of painting, the various illusions and spells with a thousand faces are so strange that they are unpredictable.

Fang Ran finally got beaten up... ahem, after trying hard to adapt,

It was tactically crushed again.

The battle experience of the night watchman for more than 100 years is really not a joke. [Sword card] [Fighting card] can make up for his physique skills, and the king of gods’ ‘wisdom’ and ‘thinking’ abilities can assist him in his judgment.

But the overall view of the battle situation can only be accumulated through battles.

It’s just that after Fang Ran has done his best to understand why small collisions will eventually lead to a full downfall, in a nearly back-plate way,

He was suppressed by ability and means, and a big move came out in seconds.

The scene called ‘Illusion’ will not kick out the defeated participants, but will start over again, and you can stay in it until you choose to leave.

From before midnight until dawn, five or six hours a night,

Fang Ran has to go through no fewer than seven or eight battles.

Regardless of whether he is experienced or not, he should be the most people in the outside world in terms of the number of times he has played against A-level superiors. The preciousness of Midnight Fantasy is undoubtedly revealed here.

Under normal circumstances, there is no possibility that A-level superiors will let go of their hands and fight with you continuously.

So given that the battle can be repeated indefinitely,

Fang Ran has been trying all kinds of attempts to withstand the blow of the Suzaku, or to prevent the appearance of the initial storm, but he never expected.

After he finally had some rudimentary ideas,

The illusion has changed to a "person".

On the night of the fifth or sixth day, put his hand on the huge stone tablet as usual, and Fang Ran looked at him for a moment and saw that there was no ‘thousand faces’ in front of him.

then...

Ability...tactical suppression...technical suppression...

All overturned and started from scratch.

To be honest, Fang Ran's mentality was a bit burst that night...

And since that night ~www.ltnovel.com~ the opponent that appeared in the illusion has never been fixed.

It’s just that old people who seem to be old, but don’t have a sense of stability, can easily draw on the air, releasing magical spells with various effects.

With a compass floating in his hand, there are countless gentle middle-aged figures with a mysterious light frame behind him, and they can easily activate hundreds of meters of formation patterns.

A female elder who wears an ancient rhyme skirt and has a gentle temperament like water, not only has the power of water protection, but also can easily defuse her offensive with things like pill.

Controlling a thousand-meter earth dragon, majestic and majestic, the figure in full control of the terrain,

Holding a Qingfeng ancient sword, the sword light is fierce and indescribable, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere,

There are also various powerful and unique weapons at hand, one by one with fierce figures,

Each of them was veiled dimly, but the last pair was obviously redundant, the arms and legs were thick.

Fang Ran can guess that with his ass, that is Tiangong.

In particular, compared with the first three, the combat power was somewhat ‘mild’. Among the last three that made him breathless, this one beat himself the hardest in a fight like iron.

"Smelly boy! Why don't you work hard here and be in a daze!"

哐——

A fist larger than a sandbag hit Fang Ran’s head. He didn’t know when Tiangong appeared behind him. The image of his thick body sounded like thunder.

I was thinking about my shortcomings in the battle last night, I was interrupted by the truth,

Fang Ran immediately hugged his head in grief and anger, and his heart exploded in anger but not speaking.

hateful!

?(?Д?╬)? No matter if you get beaten at night, Senior Tiangong, you even came during the day!

You wait! Baby will steal all the vegetables in your yard tonight!