Why does it feel familiar, a bit like a familiar summoning in the dark?

However, what is certain is that in his past and present lives, he has indeed never been to this place.

Dean Feng's tone sounded once again on a flat plate, and that kind of mechanical tone only made people feel familiar and unfamiliar:

"Chi Yu, come, you come to the middle of this room, sit down cross-legged, and exercise to protect your body......"

Seeing that, Dean Feng, who had been laughing all the time, suddenly became rigid and serious, which made Xiao Yu suddenly add a lot of puzzlement:

Uh, okay, why did you suddenly have a smell of the Divine Dragon Sect?

Is this in the intention of accomplishing some mysterious religious ritual?

After Xiao Yu did so silently, he thought vaguely.

Sitting in the center of the round house, Xiao Yu had just sat cross-legged, only to feel that the six-pointed star above his head had become brilliant in an instant.

Under the warm light similar to that of an electric oven, Xiao Yu only felt that all of a sudden, he seemed to be in a certain kind of illusion with a suitable temperature.

In that warm orange light, there was an occasional flash of white light.

That white light, like a bolt of lightning, flashed and directly sank into Xiao Yu's eyebrows.

Xiao Yu's somewhat groggy head suddenly felt as if it had been forcibly injected with a special ice crystal, a little tingling, a little cold.

"What's your name?" Dean Kaede's voice began to become distant and unfamiliar.

"Xiao Yu." Xiao Yu only knew how to lower his eyes and replied mechanically.

"Behind you, what is the identity of the man who has been supporting you? What is your name? ”

"His name is Nangong Ping. Xiao Yu didn't know what he was doing. ”

"After you got the remnant, you decided, who will you give it to in the end?"

"Nangong Ping."

"Why him?"

"Because, Xiao Yu feels that only he can help Xiao Yu deal with everything that happens in front of him."

"You're not going to sneak it away for hostages, are you?"

"No, it won't. Xiao Yu will never regret what he promised. Xiao Yu replied forcefully.

"That's good." The inquiring voice not far away continued to ask without giving in:

"Now, do you remember where you came from?"

"The Middle Emperor Academy."

"What is the place where you have the highest expectations?"

"The Middle Emperor Academy."

"In the future, if you have power in your hands, where do you want to give back the most?"

"The Middle Emperor Academy."

Xiao Yu, who was in a daze, still answered categorically.

Inside the round house, another wave of orange streamers flew up quickly.

Under the illumination of many warm beams of light, Xiao Yu suddenly felt that the originally heavy head shell suddenly lightened, and the white light on his forehead suddenly popped out and swirled back, and the whole person's mind and feeling became sober and sharp again.

"You've passed all the tests, congratulations." Dean Feng's voice obviously became much calmer again: "Xiao Yu, now, you can come and take your prize." ”

In a flash of the black robe sleeves, Dean Feng had already added a golden locket in his hand.