Xie Yu said, and muttered to himself: "It's weird, didn't I hear people say that our school doesn't check the bed? Why did it suddenly come out like this... Did someone report it? Do you have time? No, I'll tell them. You went downstairs to do the laundry and see if you can hold off for a few minutes."
Su Zui put the bath towel in his hand back, and his voice was calm: "No, it's too late, I'm near the dormitory, go up immediately."
Xie Yu was relieved: "That's good, that's good. I heard that this time, the leader of the courtyard came to check in person. If you were caught escaping the bed, you have to remember it. Come back soon!"
Su Zui: "Okay, thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, people walked out of the boiling water room.
As soon as he turned off the phone, he looked up and saw a group of people walking up the stairs directly opposite the boiling water room. There were people from the student union, Su Zui's college counselor, and a serious-looking man surrounded by them. It was the college-level leader who followed Meng Heyang that day, the vice president of their college.
Because of the news of the bed check, the students did not dare to run around, so now in the entire corridor, Su Zui is the only one, alone, so quiet that it makes one feel chills.
Su Zui raised his eyebrows indiscernibly: "..."
Under the pale light of the corridor, he saw a female ghost in white lying on the vice president's back, her slender fingertips resting on the leader's shoulders, as if attached to a lover.
As her mouth continued to open and close, the dark energy between the vice president's eyebrows became heavier and heavier.
It turned out to be haunted by ghosts, no wonder he felt that the leader's aura was wrong during the day.
Su Zui took a look and looked away, without revealing anything strange.
When the deputy dean saw Su Zui, his face was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to appear in the dormitory, and then he asked with a sullen face: "This classmate, what's the matter with you? Wandering in the corridor without sleeping so late. , turn on the water? Where's the kettle in your hand?"
Su Zui is a bachelor: "Oh, I have eaten too much at night, so I can go out for a walk, can't I?"
The vice president snorted coldly, "You are quite free!"
There is indeed no rule in the university dormitory forbidding to walk in the corridor at night, but as a leader, why is he not being held respectfully when he walks? I don't know how long it has been since I was so disrespectfully attacked by a student.
He had always thought that Su Zui was not pleasing to the eye, but seeing that Su Zui dared not respect him so much, his heart was even more angry, and he wanted to expel the student immediately.
Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more strange, the counselor hurriedly came out to smooth things out, "It's alright, but if you go to bed too late, you'll be uninspired in class the next day. You'll have to check your bed today. So, classmate, if you're not feeling well, just go to school first. Back to the dorm."
The counselor had a smile on his face, but he was actually very annoyed, and especially wanted to slap his stupid leader.
Their vice-principal has been really crazy during this period of time. His temper has suddenly become irritable by ten degrees. Sleeping, halfway through the investigation, I have to stop here to embarrass a student, the yin and yang is strange and long-winded, is it menopause? !
Su Zui had no intention of involving the others, nodded lightly, and said hello to the counselor.
When he turned around, the female ghost in white on the vice president's back suddenly smiled at him, and stretched out his slender hands towards him.
Su Zui just pretended not to see it, and turned calmly and walked away the moment the female ghost's hand touched his shoulder.
It stands to reason that a person who can become a vice president of a key university college has some real skills. Even if he loses himself because of the expansion of power, he should not be so preoccupied with it, and he should be so disregarding the image to embarrass a student. .
But if your mind is bewitched by ghosts, you might not be able to.
Yin qi entering the body will stimulate the deepest evil desires in people's hearts.
Even a person who is usually gentle and kind may become a lunatic with no reason at all after being deceived by ghosts.
Seeing that the female ghost has gotten so close to the vice-principal's back, this person must have been haunted by ghosts for a long time.
System 555 whispered like a miser: "Host, didn't you save that ghost? What about the merit of delivering it to your door?"
Su Zui said lazily, "Didn't he already invite Meng Heyang? It's not my turn to bother."
Although Meng Heyang's personality is not very good, after all, he is from a serious family and has some strength. It is impossible not to find such obvious Yin Qi.
But he hasn't dealt with the female ghost until now, and he doesn't know what he's thinking.
But what does this have to do with him
Su Zui walked to the door of his dormitory and pushed the door in.
His roommates were relieved to see him coming back. Xie Yu patted his shoulder, "You are lucky."
Su Zui hummed: "Thanks, I'll go wash up."
There was only one person. When he saw Su Zui, there was such an unnatural expression on his face, and he lowered his head and went to the toilet.
Thinking of Xie Yu's casual speculation report on the phone, Su Zui almost came to a conclusion.
Even if the leader wanted to trouble him again, he wouldn't be able to find someone to stare at him to see if he was in the dormitory. If he had the time to do something else, the efficiency would be much higher than this.
It is more likely that you will receive a report and then follow the trend.
Su Zui had no idea about this, but decided to be a few stand-ins and put them on top of the school in the future.
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I don't know if it's because I'm not used to sleeping in the small and cold bed in the dormitory, Su Zui slept very unsteadily that night.
He dreamed of returning to the beach he had been to, but he was the only one in the dream.
He waited in place for a long time before a small turtle climbed out from behind the reef and carefully climbed onto the instep of his feet and did not move.
He reached out and touched the other's hard back shell, and the little turtle wagged its tail, stretched out its paws to reach his clothes, and crawled up.
Those wet peas’ eyes widened in front of him. Suddenly, countless down feathers emerged from the turtle. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a black and red bird, pressing on his chest and tilting its head. "Tweet" softly towards him.
Su Zui was woken up alive: ? ?
The moment he opened his eyes, a black and red shadow seemed to pass in front of his eyes, but the next second it became an incomparably clear darkness, the air was clean, and there was no abnormal breath.
Su Zui gasped slightly and turned over. His heart was beating very fast, and he felt like he was falling from a height.
The chest is very tight, as if it has been covered by something for a long time, but there is no trace on the touch.
He pressed the position of his heart through the clothes. The spiritual bone grew very close to the heart and was hidden so deeply that he couldn't touch it, but he could clearly perceive its existence.
Recalling the dream of the merger of the mentally retarded and the horror just now, Su Zui rubbed his head and took a picture of Zhang Qingxin for himself.
This time, I finally didn't have any more strange dreams.
Outside the window, a round black and red air mass remained silently until the first rays of sunlight in the sky broke through the stratus, and then turned into a thin wisp of smoke and swam in one direction.
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The Imperial Capital, the deepest part of the Judgment.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Qingluan's brows did not loosen.
The thick fog rolled in the darkness, and the thick resentment was intertwined with the scarlet aura. The place that should have been the most just and solemn in the world suddenly presented a situation like the Shura Sea.
The original majestic and holy phoenix, but from the elongated tail feathers and the drooping wing tips, spread countless black marks, and those scar-like marks cover it layer by layer, like vines wrapped around tombstones .
Suddenly, a sharp black and red breath leaked out, and Qingluan, who was standing outside the darkness, couldn't dodge, and a long and narrow wound was cut on his cheek.
This breath combines the divine power of chaos and the deepest resentment in the world at the same time. It is cold and domineering. Even if he is the body of a divine beast, the wound cannot heal on its own.
Before the bright red blood could flow down his cheeks, it was greedily swept away by the breath.
The divine power in his body is actually draining along this small wound? !
Qingluan turned pale in horror, and stepped back as fast as possible.
He retreated all the way to the edge of the barrier, and the breath finally seemed to have lost interest, circled half a circle in front of his eyes, and slowly returned to the darkness.
"grown ups… "
Even though the danger was visible to the naked eye, Qing Luan still did not leave.
He reinforced the barrier behind him over and over again with magic power to ensure that the scene in front of him would not be seen by anyone.
Once the phoenix and the evil spirits of heaven and earth are integrated into one, it will undoubtedly be the attack from all sides.
He didn't care about the ants in the world, but he couldn't ignore the prying eyes of other spirit beasts.
Phoenix is a chaotic divine beast. It was born at the beginning of the world and has a noble bloodline. Once in trouble, countless spirit beasts will immediately come up and want to tear a piece of flesh and blood from him.
But this is the last phoenix in the world.
Thinking of the fate of the Phoenix Clan, Qingluan couldn't help but dry his throat.
When Honghuang was born, three innate chaotic mythical beasts, Yuanfeng, Zulong and Shiqilin, were born. The Phoenix tribe and the Dragon tribe were the overlords of the Honghuang for a long time under the leadership of Yuanfeng.
But this kind of prosperity was very short-lived. Soon, the prosperity of the dragon and the phoenix attracted the suppression of the heavens. After the first robbery of the dragon and the phoenix, the dragon clan did not survive nine out of ten, and the phoenix directly wiped out the clan.
The so-called phoenixes in later generations were either some exotic beasts that inherited only one thousandth of a phoenix, or they were simply birds with similar appearances, which was ridiculous.
Although their Qingluan clan was also known as the branch of the Phoenix, these names were simply given by the people of later generations at will, and they were originally just a entourage serving the Phoenix.
Looking at the rolling black mist, Qingluan suddenly lost his eyes and fell into a demonic barrier, repeating the situation when the Phoenix exterminated his family over and over again.
"laugh-"
I don't know how long it took, the black fog finally calmed down, and Qingluan also escaped from the demonic barrier, and fell to the ground.
He stared blankly at Phoenix's true form.
The original appearance has completely lost its original sanctity, and the feathers have completely turned into black and red intertwined colors, and the evil spirit is so strong that it seems that it will choose someone to devour at any time.
A hand with slender knuckles suddenly appeared out of the darkness, and in the thick darkness, it seemed to be glowing white.
However, on the back of the pale hand, there were several shocking black traces, like some kind of mysterious spell, spreading all the way up to the place covered by the cuff.
It is conceivable that there are many such traces under the cover of the sleeves.
When Qingluan glanced at these traces, he felt that his soul was unstable, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to call out his name, and only trembled: "Phoenix..."
The people in the dark didn't respond for a long time, and after a long while, there was an inaudible response.
"What kind of phoenix am I..."
His voice was low and deep, with a hint of dumbness that seemed to have been polished on sandpaper.
The real phoenix died as early as in the prehistoric times under the design of Heaven, and only a wisp of the remnants of the ethnic group escaped. form.
The real chaotic divine beast is extremely arrogant even in death, and is not eroded by any external force.
It's not like him, a monster born from the power of mind, who is so full of evil thoughts and resentment that after breaking the balance, he is also pulled into the devil.
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