Huge changes to the world 3

On the other was half a mountain swallowed by the black spiral!

The northern city that had just entered its summer eve became an incomparably astonishing scene!

The entire space-time had changed, and the cause of it was this tunnel that was unexplainable in scientific terms.

The center of the Spatial Tunnel was the thatched cottage behind the mountains.

The colossal whirlpool suddenly diffused followed by it vanishing into nothingness. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

A certain person who was still sleeping soundly had no idea about the colossal changes to the world, that he had fallen into a parallel world.

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The empty mountain experienced a sudden rain, which gave the scorching summer day a fierce cold punch, suppressing the overwhelming heat.

The air in the morning was particularly good, and the warm meat-buns by the school gates released an alluring smell. The dazzling golden youtiao gave a mouth-watering scent.

"Seventh Uncle, I'd like some soymilk and youtiao." A youth with a messy appearance sat down on the stool as he said this to the old man who sold youtiao.

"Coming." The old youtiao man swiftly served the soymilk, purposely filling up the cup as a smiled radiated across his face, "Mo Fan, you are about to take the magic exams, you should put some effort and strive to get into the University of Magicians so you can bring our Clan some face."

Mo Fan blankly stared at the Seventh Uncle who was selling breakfast by the school gates. He carefully thought to himself and reckoned that he probably misheard, thus he nodded as he ate.

Yesterday, he slept so much that his head felt dizzy; he felt as though he had dreamt about a journey that took several centuries. When he woke up, he felt like a lifetime had passed; he didn't know where east, south, west, and north were, nor whether it was morning or noon.

Mo Fan wolfed down his food, his hand holding half of the youtiao. As he was about to bite into the youtiao, he suddenly felt something heavy at his side. A half-bald man in his thirtys sat down next to him, his body reeking of cigarettes.

"Mo Fan, eating breakfast, eh?" The bald man smiled as he greeted Mo Fan.

"Good morning, Superintendent Hu." Mo Fan hastily smiled as he greeted him back.

This man was the prominent Superintendent Hu, he wore a suit that didn't suit him every day and his forehead shone brightly.

"I'm not wearing my watch, what time is it?" Superintendent Hu asked, exposing his yellow teeth.

Mo Fan took out his broken Nokia to look. "Still another fifteen minutes before the bell rings."

"Crap, I'm late. I still haven't finished my Magic Theory PPT-I don't have time to finish my breakfast..." As Superintendent Hu stood up all of a sudden, Mo Fan suddenly tilted over.

"Boss, I don't need the soymilk....Walking to the office is far too slow-whatever-it doesn't matter if I use some magic." Superintendent Hu stood there talking to himself.

Mo Fan was very puzzled, he felt like Superintendent Hu was speaking in an alien language.

Just as he thought he heard wrong, the soymilk shop's canopy turned over in a incomparably strange way. It was as though compressed air had bubbled forth from within the soymilk shop...

As the evil wind came by, it messed up Mo Fan's hair and rustled his clothes.

"Wind Trail, Fast Stride!"

As Superintendent Hu suddenly muttered to himself, his misfitted suit began to move on his body in an indescribable way it was as if there was a gale inside his clothes.

His tie fluttered, and his trousers began oscillating. How could there be wind on a calm morning such as this, and it ruthlessly blow toward Superintendent Hu?

"Sssssh~~~~"

An azure light flashed. Mo Fan could see an indistinct thread of a beautiful starlight moving to surround Superintendent Hu's whole body. The starlight flashed as it moved.

"Student Mo Fan, teacher will leave first. Do your best in studying!" Superintendent Hu turned around and exposed his yellow- toothed smile to Mo Fan.