Chapter 105: Sick Rolf and Shirley

As a professional-grade broom, the Firebolt is, of course, the best flying broom in the world today.

But how good is it? Rove originally thought that it might be slightly better than his improved version of the broom, but after actually trying it, he realized...

He was wrong,

very wrong!

Not only the maximum speed, but also the starting speed is more than twice as fast, and it is extremely comfortable to ride, making people feel that there is no cushion under their buttocks.

As soon as he thought of it, the broom would follow the action with almost no delay... The milky smoothness made Rove truly experience what it means to be one with the broom.

Whether it is the "software" or the "hardware" level, the Firebolt is impeccable.

It can only be said that some things cannot be experienced by mouth alone. You must ride it yourself and practice it in depth to appreciate the wonderful taste.

Rove tried it for a while in his black box. He became more and more addicted to it, and a long rainbow appeared in the sky.

The young and strong fire dragon Norber was spreading his wings and flying, preparing to bully the blind old snake monster as usual.

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With a whoosh, something flew over its head at such a fast speed that its afterimage was still left in the original place.

Norber was furious. It was the most powerful existence in the box except for the two shit shovelers, Rove and Shirley. Who else dared to fly over its head?

Norber immediately turned around and chased after the rainbow light, but he was left far behind.

When passing a desert, Rove saw a roaring rolling black cloud floating in the air, and the clouds were filled with endless thunder and lightning.

He rode a fire crossbow and plunged into the black cloud. Soon, he found Shirley in the thick cloud.

Shirley was standing on the back of a thunderbird, helping it comb its beautiful golden tail feathers.

Hearing the whistling sound, the girl turned her head and saw Rolf riding a firebolt, suddenly hovering in the air, and then slowly flying, with the same speed as the thunderbird.

The thunderbird named Mirases by Rolf also made a cheerful hissing sound after seeing the boy.

Rolf reached out and stroked Mirases' head to calm its excitement.

This thunderbird was rescued by the boy from the two black wizards who tried to steal the Quetzalcoatl egg in the Indian tribe during the summer vacation.

The system has issued a task to help treat the thunderbird's injuries, and the reward magic is thunder.

The thunderbird's injuries are not only physical, but also psychological. After all, it has been tortured for a long time.

Newt is an expert in regulating animal psychological damage. After half a year of treatment, the thunderbird's condition is basically completely cured.

When he hears the bell that controls it again, he will not be afraid from the bottom of his heart like a conditioned reflex like at the beginning.

Rolf took out a handful of mealworms from his pocket. Milaxis opened his mouth, and the boy put the worms in. He began to chew.

Shirley held a few fallen tail feathers of the Thunderbird in her hand, ready to take them back as bookmarks. She asked, "How about this Firebolt?"

"Very good." Rolf said with satisfaction, "It's much better than my broom."

"Someone didn't say that before." Shirley coughed and imitated Rolf:

"The Firebolt is not practical, not much better than my broom, it's just an IQ tax, whoever buys it will be a sucker."

Rolf laughed dumbly, he suddenly found that Shirley also had a talent for acting... Especially in terms of expression and tone, the imitation was quite lifelike.

"So Sirius is the victim, not me." Rolf shook his head and said, "He bought the broom, not me."

"But someone also said..." Shirley imitated Rolf's tone vividly and said, "The Firebolt was delivered and placed in the warehouse. I will never even take a look at it!"

Rolf smiled cheekily and said, "I said so many things, why do you only remember these few sentences?"

"I remember everything you said!" The ponytail girl smiled brightly, and she tilted her head and said proudly:

"So don't think about going back on your words when you said something to me, I remember it all!"

"I'm not a person who doesn't keep his word." Rolf hooked his finger and smiled, "Come up quickly, I'll take you to feel the speed of the Firebolt."

Shirley hummed, took a step forward, and straddled the broom. Rolf had already added a cushion in advance, so there was no problem.

The young man flicked the Firebolt, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. He chose a place at the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds that was as neat as a knife, and submerged his head in the sea of ​​clouds.

Rove and Shirley raised their arms and rose and fell, like two swans in the water, paddling there.

Shirley laughed happily and said, "It's really fast."

"It can be even faster!"

Rove rode the Firebolt, straight as a straight line, straight into the sky, and after reaching the highest point, he fell headfirst from a height of 100 meters.

Only when he was about two or three meters above the ground, he urgently pulled up the altitude, flew close to the ground, and flew away gracefully.

In the past, Rove used his broom to try to turn at a height of three or four meters above the ground, but he just crashed into the ground, and he and the broom fell headfirst in an extremely straightforward position.

But riding the Firebolt and carrying a person, Rove easily completed the difficult Wonski fake move.

It can be seen from this that, just like fishing, sometimes the air force is not bad in terms of skills, but... bad equipment!

If you want to change it, you must change it to the most expensive one. I won't accept that kind of humiliation!

Rolf no longer flew toward the sky with a wide view, but stayed close to the ground, circling around among the hills.

Every time the Firebolt slowed down, Shirley would hit the boy's back with her whole body. After hitting it several times, she rubbed her body and said with a slight blush on her pretty face:

"Rolf, please slow down...don't...don't hit the rocks."

Feeling the soft push on his back, Luofu suppressed his laughter and promised:

"No, trust my skills. I have practiced hard for ten years and my riding skills have already been perfected... If you are afraid, just hug me from behind. There are nine twists and turns in front of you. Don't fall down." "

"..."

The girl with the ponytail bit her slender lips. She quietly looked at the profile of Luofu's face. After a moment, she finally mustered up the courage to put her arms around his waist.

Shirley didn't look at the distant scenery anymore, but gently pressed her hot cheek against Luo Fu's back. She could feel her heart beating hard, but she didn't know whose it was.

"why are you laughing?"

Shirley asked suddenly.

"I'm not smiling."

Rove denied it.

The red-faced ponytail girl let go of Luo Fu's hand, raised her fist and waved:

"You must have laughed just now!"

There was another slowdown, and Shirley quickly hugged Rolf, who couldn't help laughing anymore.

At the foot of the mountain, Aragog, who was sleeping late, was woken up. He looked up and saw this scene, and he just felt...

Is there something wrong with these two people? !

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