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"This—This is ......"

The dean's face was a little weird.

His gaze was fixed on Long Yunzhan's eyes for a moment.

These blue eyes are like jewels......

Why does it look so familiar?

At the bottom of my heart, an inexplicable burst of strange emotions dispersed.

"This is Long Yunzhan, the head of the demon class, the dean should have seen him when the class was in the competition."

Ye Qingluo did not miss any of the dean's expressions.

His surprise and weirdness, she saw it all.

It's just that I don't understand, why would the dean look at Long Yunzhan with such a gaze?

Don't...... Did he know Long Yunzhan before?

"Demon Class...... The class leader ......" the dean whispered.

In my memory, I did see this boy with a pair of blue eyes during the game that day.

But......

This face, this pair of eyes......

He's the class leader of the Demon Class?

Is it the Lord......

"Dean, what's the problem?" The voice of the night clear and confused came.

The dean's deep thought was interrupted.

He immediately restrained his emotions, shook his head, and waved his hand, as if he was in a hurry to clear up the relationship: "There's no problem, I just think that the squad leader of the demon class is the same as the one I saw in the game before...... Appearance...... Different. ”

Ye Qingluo didn't hide it: "Because Ah Zhan is also a member of the Tianxia League, if it is not easy to tolerate during the competition, it will be discovered by other mercenary groups, and our demon class will not be able to compete with peace of mind." ”

Disguise ......

The dean's face turned pale again.

This reminded him of the situation when the Butterfly Saint Law changed into Liu Xueyue and participated in the finals.

Although the dean was wondering in his heart, those so-called disguised students were the same as the students of the Demon Class.

But he didn't show it either.

After all, there is already a butterfly holy law in front of it.

If you really want to thoroughly investigate the matter of disguise, the Butterfly Holy Law can easily be involved.

"It's not too early, the dean still has to go and talk to the elders of the main courtyard, you are injured and need to recuperate, you can go back first." The dean waved his hand.

Ye Qingluo said goodbye to the dean, and left the dean's room with Long Yunzhan.

Before leaving, Ye Qingluo specially observed the dean's expression.

Sure enough, he found that the dean was staring at Long Yunzhan, as if he was confirming something.

Dean he, has he seen Long Yunzhan before?

Moreover, there seems to be something special about this...... Relationship?

After walking out of the dean's room, Ye Qingluo glanced around, and said in a low voice: "Ah Zhan, have you ever met the dean before?" ”

"I ...... I don't remember. Long Yunzhan also sensed that the dean's strange eyes were very wrong.

His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly: "Since I can remember, I have been in the Demon Class, and it has been nearly five years, and I have never met the dean. ”

Ye Qingluo was silent for a while: "It's possible...... The Dean knows that memory you've lost. ”

The dean's eyes were not as simple as he said.

Long Yunzhan had never chatted face-to-face with the dean in his memory.

Other words......

Outside of Long Yunzhan's memory, the dean had seen him.

Where and under what circumstances did you see Long Yunzhan?

Maybe...... Through the dean, Long Yunzhan can recover the lost memory.

When he heard Ye Qingluo's words, Long Yunzhan's expression suddenly froze: "He...... Know your old self? ”

"If your instincts are correct, so to speak." Ye Qingluo nodded, "When we return to the academy, we can start investigating." ”

Long Yunzhan lowered his eyes.

The dense and long eyelashes hid the emotion in his eyes.

Ye Qingluo looked at his half of his emotionless side face from this angle.

Inexplicably, a sadness welled up in my heart.

Life without memory is terrible.

For the past, there is only a blank space, which is terrifying.

Long Yunzhan must want to know all the memories of the past.