"Xiaoyi? What's wrong with your stomach? Did you eat something just now?"
As soon as Qiao Jin heard Yan Xiaoyi's cry of pain, he nervously supported Yan Xiaoyi's shoulder, and looked worriedly at her stomach.
Yan Xiaoyi leaned against Qiao Jin's arms, cold sweat broke out on her painful forehead: "I don't know, Bitch Jin, you carry me to the latrine, I can't do it..."
The beloved little woman hurts like this.
Qiao Jin couldn't see other people in his eyes.
Immediately, Yan Xiaoyi was picked up horizontally, and like the wind under her feet, she rushed towards the direction of the hut.
If it wasn't for the name of the academy, it is not allowed to use profound strength.
Qiao Jin wished he could pour his profound energy into his feet and rushed to the latrine.
Looking at Qiao Jin's figure, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yun Xiang's face was extremely ugly.
Ye Qing raised her pink lips slightly, looked at Yun Xiang and said, "Elder Yun Xiang, don't mind, you also know that young people are like this when they are in love."
After a pause, she seemed to say the wrong thing, covered her mouth and said, "I forgot, Elder Yun Xiang has never tasted the feeling of passionate love, so naturally he doesn't understand the feelings of their young people."
Yun Xiang's expression became even uglier.
It successfully blocked Yunxiang.
Ye Qingluo walked happily into the training ground of the college with Tong Ziqing in her arms.
Ye Qingluo got stuck in the middle of the training square at a glance, and there were five solemn figures standing there.
Standing at the forefront was an old man in a copper-green brocade robe.
The old man's figure was extremely thin, his temples were white, and his face was as thin as a stick, which made people feel extremely disgusted.
Especially those two eyes were deeply sunken, making Ye Qingluo inexplicably think of a skeleton in human skin.
this old man...
It's not easy.
The aura emanating from him makes people shudder.
Behind the old man stood a row of men in dark green attire. He was a tall man who should be the old man's guard.
In a pile of blue and white.
Five shades of deep green pop up.
Ye Qingluo said...
Fierce eyes!
The dean and several elders stood aside, with flattering smiles on their faces: "I didn't expect that after a few years, the Master Messenger came to Shangxuan Academy again. It is really an honor for Shangxuan Academy!"
The head of the old man's eyes were shining brightly, and he snorted expressionlessly.
A guard behind him took a step forward, bowed his hands respectfully towards the dean and said, "Please don't be too polite, Mr. Dean, just bring the chief of our hall here."
The guard's actions were respectful though.
But his expression and tone were clearly threatening.
The dean's back shivered, and the flattering smile on his face stiffened a little: "Yes, yes, Elder Yun Xiang has gone to call for someone, and Ye Qingluo will come over soon."
He paused, carefully glanced at the old man's face, and asked tentatively: "My lord, I don't know why my lord is looking for classmate Ye Qingluo?"
The old man narrowed his dark eyes and glanced at the dean disdainfully.
That gaze seemed to be looking at an ant: "How can you figure out the mind of Lord Palace Master?"
"Yes, yes, I overstepped." The dean hurriedly lowered his head, submissively said.
The elders behind him were also sweating profusely, looking around.
Why hasn't Yunxiang brought him here yet!
The surrounding students all stood aside and watched, pointing and pointing at the current situation.
They all speculated about where this Shangxuan Palace was.
And who is the master.
Why did they find classmate Ye Qingluo
Look at this posture...
Obviously not a good thing.
The dean of partial students is still so flattering to these people...
It's really confusing.