Ye Qingluo had already made an agreement with You Gui, Ye Fengyu, Tao Zi and others.
Tonight, all the students of the Demon Class will be evacuated from the academy, and returned to the old house of the Tianxia Mercenary Corps to recuperate.
They will be responsible for guarding and taking care of wandering ghosts.
After hearing Ye Qingluo's plan, Di Moxuan stroked her blue hair with a big palm, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry about the dark forces, they are being troubled by the imperial palace, and... they have already stopped your plan to win the championship." If you fail, I’m afraid you won’t be able to protect yourself, and you don’t have the time or the mood to cause trouble for you.”
Ye Qingluo shrank into his arms and hummed softly.
"However, just in case, I will send some disciples of the imperial palace to guard outside the old house, so you can concentrate on the competition." Di Moxuan's slender fingers had already traced her black hair and brushed her pink lips.
Ye Qingluo opened his mouth, bit his finger, and said with a vague smile: "I am relieved to have Ah Xuan here."
Di Moxuan's eyes were somewhat dark.
The moist, hot and soft touch, the softness that brushed his fingers from time to time as he spoke, all made his heart swell with a certain emotion that he had finally suppressed.
He narrowed his long and narrow peach blossom eyes, and rubbed her lips fiercely with his fingers.
The tone was vicious: "After a few days, I'll see how you cry and beg for mercy!"
That ferocious appearance made Ye Qingluo laugh extremely happily.
She laughed so hard in Di Moxuan's arms that her body couldn't help trembling, she stretched out her hand without fear of death, and pinched his waist hard.
"I am waiting."
…
The two laughed, but didn't notice.
A blue figure stood outside the dark part of the room.
A ray of white light visible to the naked eye enveloped the figure.
This person is Feng Ling.
She stood in the dark, staring at the closed door with resentment.
The blushing voices she heard just now echoed in her ears.
I can even imagine in my mind that they are doing those shameful things in the house.
The more I think about it, the more my heart hurts.
The fingers trembled, tightened one by one, and curled up one by one.
…
the next day.
The last competition kicked off.
After several days of competition, the forces and representatives of all parties have already exhausted their excitement.
In particular, as soon as the final results of the winning class came out yesterday, more than two thousand people lost a lot of gold.
Today, the entire square looked extremely depressed, and there was no enthusiasm like the previous few days.
Although Zi Qianqian from the class of gods competed with sixty-two students from the class of demons.
Add one more, Ye Qingluo, who can torture even the profound practitioners of the ninth grade of the Earth Profound Realm.
This game will definitely be extremely exciting.
but…
The onlookers were still not interested.
The sky and the earth are big, not as big as the coins they lost!
Who would have thought that the Devil's Class... that Devil's Class, known as the Trash Class, gathered a group of soft and incompetent Trash Classes, and would become a dark horse that successfully breaks out of the encirclement
In this weird atmosphere.
The representative of Shangxuan Academy stepped into the venue.
But the dean was not seen.
Yunyun walked at the forefront, followed by several elders.
The four elders of the main courtyard also entered from the other side.
Only then did the scene have a somewhat lively atmosphere.
After the opening remark, Yunyun briefly explained today's rules, and immediately let Zi Qianqian and Mo Zhiban play.
Zi Qianqian is still wearing a simple and elegant white long dress today, her face is like a green lotus, pure and charming.
The red lips were slightly hooked, and the faint smile was dazzling.
When she stood in the middle of the ring, the eyes of the onlookers were all glued to her.