Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 505 Peaceful Campus Life

Watch those in uniform leave.

Li Ruyu, who was squatting in the grass, was puzzled.

"What are they talking about? Why can't I understand at all..."

What evil cultivators, flesh and soul and so on.

The only thing I can understand is that they are very rude when they say mother.

Thinking of this, Li Ruyu hesitated and said, "Why did you drag me just now?"

He originally wanted to rush out and argue with those people.

When she didn't get an answer, Li Ruyu turned her head, only to find that Li Ruyun was staring at the backs of those people.

His hands were clenched into fists, his eyes were filled with emotions he couldn't understand, as if a shower was brewing.

"Li Ruyun?" Li Ruyu called tentatively, and saw her sister stand up slowly.

"I understand."

"What do you unserstand?"

The corners of Li Ruyun's mouth raised involuntarily, trembling slightly, forming an extremely weird smile.

No wonder my father came home suddenly, no wonder my mother's appearance suddenly changed.

No wonder she found that the wood carving on Zhuang Rouhui's bedside was different every day.

It turns out that there really is a power in this world that can surpass ordinary people.

He can change his appearance, confuse his mind, and even make the omnipotent policeman a headache in the eyes of children.

She really wanted to have such power.

Li Ruyu couldn't help swallowing, "You, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking?"

My sister looks so scary.

Li Ruyun turned her head to look at him, with a particularly bright smile on her face.

"It's nothing, let's go home." This door is already in front of her, and she will be able to push it open sooner or later.

Not in a hurry.

"It's weird..." Li Ruyu whispered, and followed Li Ruyun into the villa.

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Yue Qingqing always felt that her life was somewhat divided.

On the one hand is a serious study of school life.

On the one hand, there is another intense and exciting battle between evil cultivators.

After solving the wood carving incident, she returned to the peaceful campus again.

However, I was still a little vigilant in my heart.

After all, this incident also made Yue Qingqing fully understand that there is no heavenly restriction in this world, and there are many more evil cultivators.

Still have to be prepared for danger in times of peace and discover danger in time.

Time just slipped forward slowly.

Until the end of the second year of junior high school, the campus was still a pure land.

Yue Qingqing could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

A week after final exams, the kids come to school to pick up their report cards.

Qiu Ruorui said happily: "It's better than I imagined, and I can travel again during the holidays."

Yue Qingqing was also very happy, smiling and repeating familiar words to Zhuang Lin who was walking.

"Keep up! We're only seven points away this time."

Zhuang Lin pursed his lips and nodded without saying a word.

Wei Rong said helplessly: "It's been a few years, and you still haven't given up?"

Jia Feifei cheered for the male god, "This is called a dream, do you understand?"

Wei Rong complained: "I don't understand your complicated triangle relationship. Zhuang Lin has been chasing Qingqing, and you have been chasing Zhuang Lin. According to the script, there must be a domineering prince born at this time."

Jia Feifei stretched her teeth and claws to pinch Wei Rong's face.

"Hey, what are you chasing or not? I'll let you talk nonsense!"

Yue Qingqing was also helpless, but Qiu Ruorui was still joking.

"Well, isn't the prince outside?"

The girls looked towards the door, and Jiang Jingze was waiting at the door of Class 1, Junior Two.

Some people become a scene of their own when they appear on the stage, and people can't look away.

Jiang Jingze, who is between an adult and a teenager, has a subtle temperament, youthful and mature, which makes him even more colorful when the sun falls on him.

"He deserves to be named the hero of an idol drama by all the girls in No. [-] Middle School." Wei Rong said with emotion, lowering his head and writing a few lines in a small notebook.

She has recently developed a hobby of writing novels, and she especially likes to use people around her as prototypes.

Jiang Jingze, who was stared at by countless pairs of eyes, was not at all restrained, his eyes only fell on Yue Qingqing.

(End of this chapter)