Wang Tengfei grabbed his coat and left the office building, running towards the direction of the shimring blue light.
At the age of forty, coupled with long periods of sitting and socializing, his physique and physical strength no longer supported him to run like a young person. After running for only a few hundred ters, he was already panting.
From his running posture, it was hard to imagine that this middle-aged man was once a sprinting champion in the university track and field team.
In fact, even Wang Tengfei himself had almost forgotten.
After graduating from university and entering society, relying on his family connections, he steadily climbed up the ladder in the High Rise Group. Before the age of 40, he had already beco the general manager of a branch. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was successful.
In terms of status, he was expected to be promoted to the headquarters in the future, and perhaps even hold a key managent position there. In terms of wealth, even if he didn't count the older generation in his family, his personal wealth was considered affluent in the middle class, and he would undoubtedly beco even wealthier in the future.
Was this kind of life successful? Of course it was.
But humans are always greedy, or rather, always yearning for things they never had or lost.
For example, his own youth.
The mories of youth were like a treasure chest, and the things inside may not be worth ntioning to him now, but whenever he took them out and carefully observed and played with them, he could always experience the purest and most simple happiness.
And as he grew older and various minor ailnts began to appear in his body, his longing for his youth beca more frequent.
But too much ti had passed.
Apart from so unforgettable mories, his mories of his younger self had gradually beco blurry.
What did he like back then? What was he thinking about? What did he want? What was he actively pursuing? He could still vaguely rember so of the answers, but there were also so answers that he couldn't even recall himself.
But among the things he rembered, there were always a few traces of colors in the clear sky.
They were pink, blue, purple, orange... they were the colors of Fangting City's sky, the colors of the magical girls.
In his youth, Wang Tengfei was a passionate fan of magical girls.
And among them, the one he admired the most was the blue figure who saved him from the brutal beast attack, dispersed the crowd, and left only a blue silhouette in people's minds.
This touch of blue disappeared when he was still a young man.
Whether it was on TV, in newspapers, or on the internet, no one had seen that blue silhouette again.
There were various speculations and rumors about the disappearance of that magical girl, but none of them were confird, and no one knew the truth.
The people who loved that magical girl, who loved the cornflowers, hadn't seen the cornflowers since a certain day.
Wang Tengfei was the sa.
From initial confusion, to subsequent worry and anxiety, and finally to sadness and helplessness. Many years had passed, and the world had changed, leaving only a faint nostalgia for that feeling.
It had beco so faint that only a touch of blue remained in his heart, but he no longer deliberately thought about it.
So when the blue figure that almost matched his mory appeared in the corner of his eye, he even began to doubt his own eyes.
Could it be her? Is it really her?
With emotions that he couldn't even distinguish himself, he followed the blue and black trajectory in the sky and ran towards the end of the light.
Along the way, he saw damaged roads, evacuated crowds, and buildings protected by blue magical threads. The premonition beca stronger and stronger.
At the mont he finally approached the scene, his premonition was finally confird.
Endless blue magic power spread out like waves, surging and bursting with dazzling light. The radiant light was even a bit dazzling, making it difficult to see the figures within.
Only a black figure was desperately fleeing within the waves of magic power.
"What a joke!"
Chased by what seed like endless threads, the sparrow flew through the buildings, even if she adjusted her magic power to the maximum and flew at her fastest speed, she couldn't escape the blue magic wave behind her.
And within that wave, there was a small figure shimring with blue light, following closely behind with a nimble posture.
"This kind of magic power, this amount of magic power..."
Waving the magical assembly in her hand, she destroyed several threads that were about to entangle her feet. The sparrow shouted in anger, "Are you playing with ?"
But behind her, Cui Que, surrounded by blue light, silently chased after her without answering.
As the two of them got closer, when she felt the ti was right, Cui Que reached out and grabbed a few threads, slowly pulling them back while flying at high speed. Accompanied by the wave of threads, she softly recited:
"Masterpiece, the first, Gladius."
The surrounding threads began to hum.
Within the wave, under Cui Que's guidance, they dispersed and converged. One by one, the hollow sword blades ford by condensed magic threads separated from the wave and floated in the air.
Then, the wave of threads turned into a wave of sword blades.
Cui Que had used this move when fighting against the pupa stage brutal beast in the sewer. Even at that ti, she only used it as a finishing move to kill the target.
But now, using more and stronger magic power, and using the sa move, the montum was naturally even more fierce.
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"Cornflower—"
Seeing countless indistinguishable masterpieces of sword blades rushing towards her, the sparrow finally stopped fleeing and turned to face Cui Que. She scread, roared, and opened her black magic wings. Feathers on the wings shot out like blades, directly facing the tide of blue sword blades.
The black blades and the blue sword blades intertwined in the air. After a brief resistance, they were quickly annihilated, and the clash of the two-colored magic blades turned into a one-sided crushing.
Even though the black magic power belonging to the sparrow had strong corrosive abilities, it eventually dissipated.Like a bird flying in the sky being hit by a birdshot, the black wings of magic power scattered, as if announcing the end of this battle, turning into floating feathers.
The blue tide of magic power extinguished the last trace of black, slowly receding. A figure fell from mid-air and weakly collapsed on the ground.
It was a woman who appeared to be in her twenties.
The woman looked quite thin, wearing a set of ordinary ho clothes, looking like a passerby taking a walk from ho. At this mont, she lay weakly, unconscious.
There was no doubt that this woman was the true form of the sparrow.
After a magical girl is defeated, she will not die unless her true form is completely eliminated. Even if she suffers severe injuries after transformation, as long as her true form is not hard, she will eventually recover with ti.
As she fell to the ground and couldn't get up, the blue figure that had been chasing after her finally stopped and then descended from the sky, landing lightly and gracefully on the ground.
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