Joyce opened his eyes slightly. He looked at Yedis carefully as if he were meeting her for the first time, wanting to confirm that the murderous intention just now was emanating from this girl who had always been almost spotless.

The setting sun was full, and the white bricks paved in the square under the temple reflected this magnificent orange-purple color, dyeing the world into this dreamlike but shocking color. Yedis moved from

She stepped out of that shadow and once again transformed into the admirable and enviable pure-blooded goddess of the Hesitichi Yedlai family.

The smile on her lips was holy, soft and ethereal, as if she was not in the mortal world, and it was this kind of her that made the whole of Xisiidi... no, all the teenagers in Oskarna go crazy for her.

Joyce suddenly felt that there was no need for her to repeat what she had just said. He had clearly heard it clearly, and she had revealed her only murderous intention to herself unabashedly. It was a secret that only belonged to her and herself.

.

Thinking of this, Joyce felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up.

It was true that he was her fiancé, but there were so many people who admired her, and this goddess was completely different from the previous Ye Sewei. She was like a truly desireless goddess. He didn't know what she liked.

, not knowing what she thought of him, let alone what she was thinking. Such unknown made him feel very insecure while everyone was envious of his fiancé's status and he was complacent about it.

And now, Yedis showed such a side to him for the first time.

Is she afraid too?

Especially after hearing that Ye Sewei actually had another opportunity after jumping into the Well of Gods and Demons, and would probably participate in this academy competition.

She was afraid that Ye Sewei would return to Oscana, return to Xisidiche, and take back everything she had in the past.

Joyce looked at Ye Disi's almost perfect profile and was about to say something, but the girl turned around, looked at him with insightful eyes, and smiled slightly: "Don't misunderstand, and don't think too much about it, she is right.

I'm not threatening, it's just that I think it's an eyesore when I think of someone who was my stand-in. If you don't want to, of course there are many people who are willing to do it, and of course, I can do it myself."

She rarely spoke for such a long period of time. Joyce heard the slight contempt in her words, but did not feel offended. He took half a step back, knelt down on one knee, and gave her a weak kiss on the back of her hand.

: "I am happy to serve you, my goddess."

It's just Ye Sewei. If you kill him, you'll kill him.

What's more, even if he doesn't take action, the Ye Delai family will be unable to bear it knowing that Ye Sewei is still alive.

Only if Ye Sewei dies, the topic of substitutes and the dark history will be slowly erased over time, and as long as she exists for one day, it will be proof of what the Ye Delai family has done.

Xixidi must win the college competition, and Ye Sewei must die.

--

Ye Sewei didn't know everything that happened to Xixi Diche, but she sneezed suddenly and was instantly exposed from the perfectly hidden figure just now, and the gentle senior brother Eugene also quietly

He put the ice blade against her neck again: "What a pity. There are only eight seconds left and it will last ten minutes."

This is the time that Eugene and Ye Sewei agreed on from the beginning.

After these days of training, Ye Sewei was completely and lovingly disliked by Eugene, and she changed all her movement habits from head to toe, such as how to stand, how to sit, how to salute, and how to walk.

, or how to maintain the highest level of alertness while eating.

The reason why Ye Sewei was able to adapt to all this so quickly was, on the one hand, due to her non-stop efforts, and on the other hand, of course, because as long as she showed a flaw, the ice blade would stick to her in the next moment.

The neck, the back of the heart, and other places that can be fatal with one blow.

Just like now.

According to Eugene, as long as Ye Sewei can maintain an impeccable form for ten minutes, she will be considered a graduate from him, and Ye Sewei has finally reached nine minutes and fifty-two seconds from the first ten seconds.

It was successful, but in the end it was ruined by a sneeze.

"Of course you have to pay attention to your posture when you sneeze." Eugene started teaching enthusiastically as if he had discovered some blind spot: "Similarly, of course it also applies when you cough or when you are injured."

While Ye Sewei was wondering why she sneezed suddenly, she also felt that the sneeze was quite correct. She quickly remembered and digested Eugene's words, and finally, when night came, she sneezed for the first time.

Under Eugene's gentle death gaze, he persisted for ten minutes.

Eugene was very pleased. He applauded Ye Sewei seriously and encouragingly, and then said: "Anytime you have to remember, the prerequisite for killing someone is to ensure that you will not be killed. If you really feel

If you are threatened with death, no matter how embarrassing your posture is, you must run away without hesitation. So next, I will teach you how to run for your life."

This is really very reasonable. Ye Sewei has never thought about this issue. She thought about it carefully first, and then said seriously: "I can run on Galai."

Eugene, who did not have a dragon, choked. He quickly glanced at the black dragon who was lazily scratching his head with his claws: "There will always be a time when it can't take care of you, or you will run away on its back."

Ye Sewei was convinced.

So in the next two days, their classes were no longer limited to this small library room.

The entire college is nervously preparing for the upcoming college competition.

This is the first direct contact between the two continents in thousands of years. Naturally, the entire Modian continent attaches great importance to it. No one wants to lose the face of the Modian people here. Agamand Central College serves as the main

The venue received a large amount of financial aid from all regions and free city states, and almost the entire college was renovated. The originally lavish college became more grand and beautiful, and even everyone's school uniforms were issued new ones.

The application materials are more generous.

Everyone is cooperating with the school to improve every corner. For example, the college competition will last about half a month, so the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the visitors will naturally have to be taken care of. The school has specially designated a renovated area from the dormitory area, and

For example, they were worried that the Oskars would not be used to Modian's food, and also felt that they were not diverse enough, so many new dishes were added to the canteen.

While the whole college was in full swing, only Ye Sewei was running for her life.

She couldn't tell whether Senior Brother Eugene was soft or not. In short, every time he really caught up with her, she really felt that her life was hanging by a thread, and the angle of his attack was actually different every time, which made her

He fully realized how vulnerable his escape posture was.

Many people have seen the figure walking around the entire huge campus.

The girl in school uniform jumped up from the ground, stepped on the street lamp where they had just hung the ribbons, shouted "Sorry", and floated forward like smoke. As she jumped up, her toes

As soon as she left the ground, an ice blade quietly appeared where she was standing a moment ago.

Almost at the same moment she disappeared, another figure appeared again. The blond young man glanced around with a smile, left an "Excuse me", and then followed the girl's direction.

The students holding colorful ribbons looked at each other.

"Who is that? Is there anyone else committing murder in the academy? Do I need to notify the discipline team?"

"Isn't it necessary? It looks like a murder, more like some kind of training? After all, they still have the energy to say sorry?"

"...To be honest, these two people are too fast, right? I didn't even see how they moved. Are they senior seniors?"

"I don't know, I only saw two golden streaks, maybe it's hair?"

Several people shook their heads and continued working. One of them went to the location where the two had stepped just now, intending to see if anything was damaged.

But the fragile ribbons on the street lamps were intact, and there weren't even any footprints left on the street lamps.

He looked at the distance from a high place in astonishment, and vaguely saw two figures still chasing each other in the distance, but they were not clear.

"Is this the world of the strong?"

He sighed, wiped a little dust from the corner of the street lamp, and jumped down again.

At this time, there were less than forty-eight hours before the start of the college competition.

--

Duke Maurice of the Free City of Agamand sat in his study with a heavy look, and on the large desk in front of him was a Yemir gun.

The man who looked like a butler stood in front of him respectfully and bowed to report: "The mass production of the Yemir gun has been initially completed in the workshop. Although the method of dismantling the machine and casting the mold is slow, it finally did not delay things. At present, we already have

Five hundred Yemir guns, each with ten bullets. These Yemil guns have been completely distributed to the hands of the personal guards around you, and all of them have completed and passed the training."

Having said this, he paused, and his voice was involuntarily filled with a hint of fear and excitement: "The power of this Yemir gun... is really terrifying."

"Not only is aiming more convenient than a bow and arrow, but it also requires no arm strength. As long as it hits, the damage and killing effect are exactly the same. The only flaw is that the bullet cannot be coated with poison. The high temperature and high-speed rotation of the bullet are enough to kill all the poison.

All have lost their original effect.”

Duke Maurice's fingers stroked the veins on Yemil's gun. He listened silently to the butler's report, but there was unconcealable ambition in his eyes. After a while, he said: "I'm sure Oskar hasn't shown up yet.

This kind of weapon?"

"Absolutely not." The butler lowered his voice: "As long as the door of gods and demons is opened, we can take action immediately. Everyone who is about to participate in this action has already sworn a contract, and there is absolutely no way that even a word will be revealed to the outside world.

If you want to express your thoughts, you will die."

Duke Morris thought of something again: "Okay. Have all the younger generations in the family been taken home from the academy and locked up?"

"It's all done." The butler's voice was even lower: "Their rooms have the strongest defense and confinement circles. No matter what happens in the academy that day, they will never be affected in any way."

Duke Maurice nodded. He unskillfully loaded and loaded the gun, then pointed at a target on the wall and pulled the trigger.

Amid the huge roar, the ambitious Duke finally showed a smile.
Chapter completed!