The remaining sword energy in his mind was still washing away his spirit, causing a dull pain. He frowned and sat up from the bed, feeling extremely weak, as if he had drunk fake wine.
Lin Qiye lowered his head. Unexpectedly, the quilt had been flatly covered on his body. The toes of the slippers on the bedside were pointing outwards, neatly placed together. On the small table beside the bed, there was also a thermos cup. Unscrew it.
The steaming heat slowly rises from the lid of the cup.
There was doubt in his eyes.
Yesterday, before the tide of sword energy ended, he fainted directly. He had no idea what happened next and how he got back to the house...
He glanced at the sky outside the window, stepped out of bed, and walked towards the training area.
Sure enough, the busy Zhou Ping had already started his daily cleaning work. In the empty space, apart from him, there was only Jialan sitting beside him with a small horse.
Lin Qiye looked at the time on the wall. It was now 8:07 in the morning. In theory, it should be time for class, but Zhou Ping didn't seem to have any intention of waking them up.
"Here?" Zhou Ping glanced at Lin Qiye aside, "Today's class time will be postponed until you all wake up before class starts."
Lin Qiye nodded, then seemed to have thought of something, and asked: "Senior Sword Master, how did we get back to the room after the 'Sword Qi Tide' training yesterday?"
"She carried you back one by one." Zhou Ping pointed at Jialan.
Lin Qiye was stunned and nodded.
It turned out to be her...
Lin Qiye walked to Xiao Maza next to Jia Lan and sat down.
"Yesterday, thank you..." Lin Qiye thanked Jialan seriously.
But before he finished speaking, Jialan quickly turned his head to the side, snorted slightly, and pursed his lips slightly, as if he didn't intend to talk to him.
Lin Qiye froze on the spot.
What's going on... is she angry when she's like this?
But he didn't do anything!
Just when Lin Qiye was trying to decipher Jialan's psychology, An Qingyu and Cao Yuan dragged the sleepy Baili Pangpang out of the room and sat on the pony one by one.
"Why did you come out of the same room?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.
"I don't know. When we woke up, we were in the same room." Cao Yuan rubbed his stiff neck and said with a strange expression, "Qingyu and I were fine. We were still in bed when we woke up.
, only Pangpang sleeps on the ground..."
Lin Qiye turned to look at Jialan, who suddenly looked guilty...
"Now that everyone is here, let's start class." Zhou Ping dragged the cardboard box full of novels in front of everyone, "Let each person choose a book. This morning's content is still reading..."
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Lintang City.
A black car slowly drove into a dilapidated manor in the suburbs. Shen Qingzhu and Ninth Seat got out of the car and stared at the ancient villa in front of them that was covered with ancient vines and moss, their eyes slightly narrowed.
"This is the place that Mr. Yayu mentioned?" Shen Qingzhu looked around, "It doesn't look like anything special."
"Since Master Yayu chose this place, he must have deep meaning." The ninth seat locked the car door and walked towards the villa, "Let's go, if nothing else, the third seat and the seventh seat both
Already arrived."
The two walked into the villa one after another. The tiles on the floor were full of cracks and pits. The ceiling above their heads was full of cobwebs. A few mice often ran through the dim corridor. Fragments of sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the wall.
Roots of green vines are like ferocious blood vessels, eroding the walls on both sides.
"It doesn't look like it can be lived in here..." The ninth seat said in surprise.
"This place was not meant to be lived in."
A lazy voice came from the end of the corridor. Shen Qingzhu and Ninth Seat tensed their bodies at the same time, squinting and looking in the direction of the voice.
I saw a woman wearing a cheongsam standing in front of an ancient door. Her hair was slightly curly, holding a painting fan in her hand and shaking it gently. Her blood-like lips were slightly raised, and she was looking at them with a smile.
When the ninth seat saw that figure, his body relaxed.
"Seventh seat, can you stop looking like a ghost every time you show up?" Ninth seat said helplessly.
The seventh seat put away the painting fan in his hand and sneered: "Why, the ninth seat, a dignified [believer], is still afraid of ghosts? If this is the case, you will not be able to participate in this action..."
"Is this action related to ghosts?" The ninth seat keenly grasped the key point.
The seventh seater didn't say anything. He just turned around, his slender figure twisted gracefully, and walked towards the room behind him. His high heels collided with the tiles on the ground, making waves of echoes in the empty corridor.
"Bring the children around you and come in together."
Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly, but without saying anything, he walked into the room with the ninth seat next to him.
The space in the room is much larger than Shen Qingzhu imagined, and compared to the ruins outside, the furnishings here are much more complete. In the center of the moss-covered room, there is a huge long log table, and there is already a long log table next to it.
The scrawny man sat there quietly.
When he saw the two people walking in, his droopy eyelids raised slightly, and then he looked away.
"The third seat." The ninth seat raised his eyebrows when he saw the man, and then looked to the corner of the room, where there was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, looking into the distance by the window, "That is...
"
"The new person Mr. Yayu hired to take the old Han's place is now the twelfth seat." The seventh seat explained in a timely manner.
The young man turned around, his eyes swept across the ninth seat lightly, and landed on Shen Qingzhu. His eyes were slightly narrowed, with a dangerous light exuding in them, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Newcomers..." The ninth seat nodded thoughtfully, "That is to say, except for the first seat, all the existing members of [Believers] have already arrived."
"No."
The third person sitting at the table suddenly said, "The first person has also arrived..."
"The first seat is here too?" Not only the ninth seat, but also the seventh seat had a surprised expression on their faces, "Where is he?"
Although the two of them have been in [Believers] for a long time, they have rarely heard about the first seat, and they have never seen his appearance. Now that the third seat has said that the first seat has arrived, they feel in their hearts
Naturally, he was extremely confused.
"You don't need to know this." The third seat slowly stood up from his seat, "When he should appear, he will appear naturally."