The palace master who saw through Ye Qingluo's mind-filling plot at a glance: "..."
This girl, don't think too much.
When did he say that he was going to kill the holy beast to get the holy beast bead
The corner of the hall master's mouth twitched slightly, patiently, and tried his best to finish his words: "As for where this holy beast bead is, and how to get it... there is someone who can answer you."
"Who?" Ye Qingluo frowned.
The hall master was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked another topic: "Miss Ye, the demon class you are in seems to be the leader of this college class confrontation competition, right?"
"yes."
The hall master smiled: "Class confrontation competition, if you get the leader's class, you will have the opportunity to enter the God's class for special training in the God's class."
"What does this have to do with the Holy Beast Pearl?" Ye Qingluo said that the hall master's brain circuits were drifting too fast, and she couldn't keep up with the rhythm.
The hall master leaned back on the soft chair mysteriously: "Of course it is. There are students in the class of God who know what you want to know best, and...she also knows the precise location of the holy beast bead."
"Who is it?" Ye Qingluo always felt that he was being led away by the nose.
"Go, you will know." After the palace master finished speaking, he stood up suddenly.
Wearing a bamboo-colored loose robe, it rolled down like a thousand miles.
"Okay, the second method, my lord has already told you, then... now please abide by the request you promised my highness, and sit here alone. My lord still has something to do, so I will go out first."
Ye Qingluo: "..."
what the hell is this
She let out a heavy breath, and looked up at him seriously: "Master, are you not afraid that I will tear down your bedroom?"
"You won't have that chance, and you don't have that time." The hall master calmly dropped these words, and really walked out of the bedroom without even looking back.
no chance
Do not have time
Where did he get his confidence
If she really wanted to tear down this bedroom.
Can he stop it
but…
The meaning in the words of the palace master is obviously not the meaning.
The opportunity and time he mentioned probably meant something else.
In my mind, an idea formed.
In the dormitory, there was a dead silence.
Ye Qingluo put away the deepness in her eyes, stared at the untouched teacup on the table, her consciousness was calling out to Old Man Cang: "Old Man Cang, besides me, is there anyone else in the dormitory?"
Old Man Cang responded quickly: "Yes, the third person is still in the house."
Sure enough...
A cold light flashed across Ye Qing's eyes.
She raised her pink lips slightly, put one hand on the mahogany table, and clasped her index finger lightly.
The rhythmic sound, like thunder after thunder, fell down.
This weird atmosphere lasted for a while.
The girl's unique sweet voice resounded lightly throughout the bedroom: "Your Excellency, I don't have much time. If you insist on hiding in the dark and remain silent like this, then please let me leave as you please."
Her voice echoed faintly in the empty space.
Ethereal and ethereal, the clearer it sounds the better.
Inside the dormitory, there was still silence.
Ye Qingluo tapped her fingers on the table lightly.
Immediately, she stood up without hesitation and walked towards the door of the bedroom.
"Whoosh!"
A stream of air struck, blocking Ye Qingluo's face.
The air flow fell on the ground near Ye Qingluo's feet, and the ground suddenly shattered.
Ye Qingluo looked down at the shattered hole, and pulled his lips sarcastically: "Can't hold back anymore?"
In the dormitory, the air fluctuated.
Ye Qingluo's naked eyes could clearly see the profound energy ripples in the air.
Like bursts of raging waves.
Wave after wave spread in the sleeping hall.