Brush!

Countless black fishing lines were wrapped around, and the six people who suffered severe mental damage were instantly imprisoned.

Ye Xuan did not dare to relax, and six dragon beard needles shot directly into the throats of six people, instantly taking their lives.

"Awesome Xuanxuan, where did you get your beautiful outfit?"

Just as Ye Xuan was about to change his dressing back, a surprised voice sounded from not far behind him, causing his whole body to tremble violently, his eyes darkened, and he fainted to the ground.

Before, he was exhausted due to the battle. Now, coupled with this sudden fatal blow, he immediately didn't lift it up and fell to the ground.

"This kid is really capable of showing off."

Flander stepped forward and helped Ye Xuan up with a helpless look on his face.

Looking at Ye Xuan who fainted, he glanced at the six corpses on the ground, and a deep shock flashed in his eyes.

This kid is only at level 39, but he killed six level 49 soul sects with his own strength. He is simply a monster among monsters, and he is a monster!

Although he was a little reckless, in terms of the result, Ye Xuan's performance this time can be said to have given Fland a huge surprise!

Such a talent is enough to be called Shrek's strongest!

"Everyone go back, I'll leave it to me. You guys take good care of Ye Xuan."

Flander said to Ning Rongrong and the others and began to examine the bodies of the seven-person group carrying the coffin.

This time, this happened to the academy. When he thought of the conversation between Haotian Douluo and Jian Douluo in the woods last night, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"It would be fine if it was an ordinary person. If there were some Conra level strong people, it would be difficult to deal with even if I was there..."

Flander frowned, and his green hair swayed gently in the wind.

If he remembers these six people correctly, they should be the "Fuingman Squad". These people are also called the seven-person group of coffin carrying, and are a well-known assassination team in the secular world. Although I don't know why there are only six corpses now, judging from the current situation, it seems that the Wuhun Hall does not intend to dispatch its own personnel.

But even so, there are many strong people in the industry of killers. If they are ordinary people, it would be fine, but if they come to a few strong people at the Conra level, even he will be helpless!

After all, he is a killer who recognizes money but not people. Even if he has the Pope Order of the Spirit Hall in his hand, it will be of no use!

"No, it seems that I can't control so much. I have to call everyone over!"

The tangled look on Flander's face flashed, and then his eyes returned to firmness.

"Xiaogang, Erlong, don't blame me as the eldest brother this time. There is really... there is no other way. For the children of the academy, the Golden Iron Triangle must be reunited!"

Looking up at the sky that had gradually become darker, Flander's expression became a little vicissitudes.

Alas, it’s been so many years, I wonder how everyone is doing.

Flander stood silently in the abandoned courtyard, looking up at the sky, as if he was fixed, until night fell, and still remained motionless.

The night wind blew, and the green hair swayed gently, emitting a faint fluorescent light.

...

The next day, Ye Xuan woke up slowly.

"Grass, the head hurts so much!"

The feeling of splitting headache almost made Ye Xuan curse. After so many years, he has never been so embarrassed.

Looking back at the coffin-carrying seven-man group yesterday, I can’t help but feel pain now.

Sure enough, people cannot show off their strength, and having a system is not invincible. If it weren't for the mental pollution suit, I would have really explained it here yesterday.

Ye Xuan's head was dizzy. He wanted to get up, but he felt like he was head-heavy and his body shook and fell head-on again.

"What is this, soft."

Ye Xuan's eyes were blurred and he gradually returned to focus.

"You're awake."

A cool voice mixed with a little joy sounded in Ye Xuan's ears. When he looked up, he saw Zhu Zhuqing looking down at him.

“…ah, it’s…I woke up.”

Ye Xuan quickly stood up and left Zhu Zhuqing's gentle arms, feeling a little uneasy.

"It's good to wake up. Thank you for standing up yesterday."

Zhu Zhuqing rarely smiled and said softly: "Later, Dean Flander told everyone that those black people are the [Coffin-carrying Seven] in the secular rumor. The six dead people are all at level 49. You asked us to leave regardless of the danger of your life. It was really brave."

“…”

Ye Xuan had never heard Zhu Zhuqing say so many things at once. This passage was praised and was a little uncomfortable.

"This is the wake-up soup I made for you specifically. It will be better after drinking it."

Zhu Zhuqing stood up from the bed, and her slim figure instantly showed it, making Ye Xuan swallow his saliva secretly.

"This is really... a devilish figure, an angel face. Ami Tofu, Ami Tofu..."

Ye Xuan quickly closed his eyes to get rid of distracting thoughts in his heart.

He is only twelve years old, and it is hard to imagine what kind of scenery it will be in a few years.

It is really tormenting to live in the same room like this now.

"I'll feed you."

Zhu Zhuqing sat down beside the bed, holding the steaming Xingnao soup in her hand, holding the spoon in her hand, scooped up a bite of the hot soup, put her lips on her, and then blew it gently twice, and slowly delivered it to Ye Xuan's mouth.

"I……"

"Drink slowly, don't worry."

Zhu Zhuqing's tone was gentle, and the coldness of her usual days seemed to disappear at this time.

"……good."

Ye Xuan nodded obediently and took a sip of the soup.

"How is it, do you feel better?"

There was a hint of worry in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

"Well, your wake-up soup is really amazing. Just one sip, the headache has slowed down a little."

Ye Xuan looked surprised. He originally scoffed at Xingnao Tang. Unexpectedly, it was really useful, which made him look at him with admiration.

“It’s good to be useful.”

Zhu Zhuqing's tightly pursed lips slightly raised and said, "This is the secret recipe of our family, and it is the first time I have made it."

"Zhuqing, why are you different today than usual?"

“Is there any?”

"Yes, of course!"

Ye Xuan said seriously: "You usually never smile."

"I……"

Zhu Zhuqing's face darkened when she heard this and didn't say anything.

"Can you tell me?"

Ye Xuan looked directly at Zhu Zhuqing.

“…”

"You don't have to make things difficult, everyone has secrets."

"……Thank you."

"What do you thank me for? Logically speaking, I should thank you. If it weren't for your wake-up soup, I might not be able to say a few words so easily now."

Ye Xuan smiled faintly and waved his hand.

"……Um."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, moved her lips slightly, blew the spoon twice, and came to Ye Xuan's mouth.

The two of them didn't say a word, one feeds and one drinks.

But it was not at all deserted, but it seemed more warm.

For some reason, Zhu Zhuqing felt that just sitting next to Ye Xuan made her feel very at ease.
Chapter completed!