Qiao Jin was startled for a moment, seeing Yan Xiaoyi closing her clothes, she got up and wanted to escape.
In a panic, he immediately grabbed her arm: "Xiaoyi, listen to me..."
The voice suddenly stopped.
Because, he saw Yan Xiaoyi's red eyes.
Her watery and red eyes stared at him for a moment.
That delicate little face was expressionless.
Qiao Jin's heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle, and it hurt like a tear.
Yan Xiaoyi...
Then be a strong woman.
Such a strong woman.
Even though she used to be in Yan's family, because of Yan Zhenfei's deliberate exclusion and frame.
She was a truly talented young lady of the Yan family, but she was reduced to a useless maid who was cast aside by the Yan family.
She was able to grit her teeth and survive, relying on her own ability, secretly making plans for her future.
After arriving in the Devil's Class, Long Yunzhan took a fancy to her talent.
After formal training, she successfully joined the class committee.
No matter how hard and tired she was, she never said a word of suffering or tiredness.
Strong enough, not like a woman.
But now, she was crying.
Because of him, such a strong woman cried.
Looking at her flushed eyes, what Qiao Jin said was now stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out.
Full of grief.
The heartache is unbearable.
Gradually loosening Yan Xiaoyi's hand.
Yan Xiaoyi looked away, not wanting to look at him again.
His eyes were so painful and so hot.
She was about to have... the illusion that he cared about her and valued her.
Can't watch anymore.
If she falls into Qiao Jin's feelings again.
Sooner or later, she will not be like herself.
When the big palm on her wrist was released, Yan Xiaoyi tightened her clothes and left the class committee room as if fleeing.
Qiao Jin was never given the slightest chance to stay.
…
The class confrontation competition in half a month is coming.
Ye Qingluo put away all her thoughts and concentrated on doing the fastest and shortest burst training for these mercenaries.
The group of old men who used to be in the hidden world Ye family, trained her, and trained the training methods of the dead soldiers, all applied to the students of the demon class.
A method is more cruel than a method.
And Di Moxuan was on the side to help, and the effect was extremely significant.
The students also knew the importance of this competition, each of them trained very hard, with high fighting spirit, and no one complained of being tired.
Just before the game, there are still seven days left.
Ye Qingluo convened all the students and fought in groups.
Last night, she and Di Moxuan teamed up with another saint thief, sneaked into the Shangguan family's mansion, opened their small treasury, and directly stole ten weapons of higher quality than essence.
Among them are two supreme-grade weapons.
Although elite-grade weapons are not top-notch.
But... It is more than enough to be used as a weapon for the students of the Demon Class.
Ye Qingluo planned to create a supreme-grade weapon for each of them when he met a suitable one in the future.
When the ten weapons were placed on the temporary high platform of the training ground, more than sixty students all stared at them with wide eyes.
"Next, I will divide you into ten teams. You can choose players from other groups to compete. Who can win..."
The eyes of more than sixty students were shining, obviously, they were all very excited about these weapons.
I thought Ye Qingluo would say... Whoever wins will get these weapons.
But Ye Qingluo's voice changed: "Whoever wins will be able to challenge the second competition..."