Su Zhiyue refined himself.

Finally, with his dumb treasure, the two souls depend on each other and will not be separated until death.

What he didn't see was.

The lotus heart of the small flower bone rolled down a crystal teardrop.

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The system retracted the tear soul.

Two of them.

A small fragment, so weak.

Life is in the world, the geese pass without a trace, and there is no rest after death.

The system sometimes thinks.

When a person dies, can he really collect the breath of life and condense it into a soul?

There is no trace of geese, and those breaths have long been gone.

Condensation of Xu is... Thoughts!

The system doesn't know what happened before Xianjun sent the Dumb Treasure to the small world.

But.

After a few worlds down, it realized that the way of heaven did not let the fool live.

Dumb Bao was ignorant, and she didn't necessarily know what was going on.

But she had a little girl.

How cruel the way of heaven is, how strong is her desire to live well with the little girl.

Someday, this idea will bloom like a flower, waiting for the return of the treasure.

【Ding Dong!】 Health – 1, 96/100 remaining. 】

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Sunny afternoon.

Temple College.

General 1 class, large lecture hall.

Professor Austin is known as a professor who has been in the world for a hundred years, where beauty and scholarship coexist, and who specializes in the study of blood.

He was slowly walking up to the podium.

Faculty professors are graded.

Professor Austin wore a black ascetic faculty uniform with epaulettes to understate his unsurpassed academic status.

The professor's uniform is a sophisticated suit style.

The neckline is meticulous.

It is impossible to peek at the scenery under the neck, and the cufflinks flash with a calm metallic luster.

Waist-length black hair, swaying slightly with his steps.

Attached to the bewitching waist of the suit line, like a thin snake in the dark night.

The moment the student in the 100th classroom saw Professor Austin, he instantly held his breath.

Eyes admired.

Moved up from his waistline.

Move to that perfectly seductive face.

Abnormally fair skin, deep eyebrows and eyes, and a cold temperament.

It looks like a solemn and slightly melancholy night elf in the western forest.

The afternoon sun is just right.

Xu is afraid of the sun, and the professor's unusually fair face is almost transparent.

His self-discipline and patience should have been good, but he frowned slightly, which did not affect the tone of his lecture in the slightest.

His tone ...

Half of the girls in the audience closed their eyes.

Because the sun is warm and the course is profound, do you doze off?

No.

It's a kind of frivolity, falling into intoxication.

If there is any sound in this world, it can make people's ears pregnant.

Then there is no doubt about it.

It must be the voice of this young and promising professor of Austin at Temple College.

The other half of the girls.

is desperately pinching his thighs to prevent himself from closing his eyes and fantasizing about having sex with the professor.

It's not because they're self-disciplined and don't want to, but...

I was reluctant to look at the professor's face for half a second.

The young professor Austin seemed to know all about how his students reacted.

Again, it seems.

It didn't get into his heart at all.

The divine and indifferent light of the eyes only accidentally swept over the penultimate row, the one hidden by the white lace curtains...

A small figure that is really dizzy to sleep.

Professor Austin's gentle intonation, like a guqin, sounded in every corner of the large classroom.

"The ancient blood clan is mysterious and elegant, and the beauty is frightening."

"They revere noble blood, and it seems that every family is well-educated, and they look like the most perfect nobles in the world."

"Like a professor of you?"

Xu is a professor under the sun, and his beauty is too bewildering, and there are bold students, joking and ridiculing.

It's a real thing.