"This mage."

Suddenly, a voice appeared behind him.

Shen Budu turned his head,

Behind him is a middle-aged man in a square scarf.

The middle-aged man has a Chinese-shaped face, tall figure, sharp and firm eyes.

Shen Budu's eyes shrank, and an inexplicable warning surged in his heart.

He felt that the person in front of him did not look like an ordinary Confucian practitioner.

"Who is the donor?"

The middle-aged man with a Chinese font face bowed and said with a little apology in his tone.

"I've disturbed the mage, here are the masters of these words."

"What's going on with these words?" Shen Budu asked with a frown slightly.

"These words sneaked out while they were not careful. They were like monsters, spiritual but ignorant, and were curious about the meaning of their existence, so they wanted to explore."

The middle-aged man with a national face waved. In addition to the two paper people on Shen Budu’s hand turning into two overlapping words, five words flew from afar.

The word "love" in it seems to look reluctant.

The middle-aged man with a Chinese-shaped face put away a few words and said.

"Sorry, it's inconvenient to say too much. I still have important things to do. If the wizard is willing to stay in the academy for a few days, he will definitely visit him in person later to help catch these monsters, and he will definitely be rewarded."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Chen Budu to answer, but he turned around and disappeared. He was so fierce that he seemed to be chasing him.

"The donor is Song..."

If Shen Buduoduo said that, he got stuck in place, shook his head, and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.
Chapter completed!