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After Ye Qingluo left the training ground, he followed Liu Xiaoyu to the new dormitory.

And the dormitory that was destroyed by those killers before had already been filled by the people of the academy during the three-day holiday.

Xu was assassinated by a killer in the academy because Ye Qingluo, and in order to express his apology, the academy specially prepared all daily necessities for Ye Qingluo.

After the night cleared, he called out Xi Jue, sniffed around, checked it, and made sure that there was no problem with these daily necessities, so he was relieved.

She can't be blamed for making a fuss.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

After all...... For this dean, Ye Qingluo was skeptical.

The last time the killer assassinated, Ye Qingluo felt ...... This has nothing to do with the dean.

And she didn't know what the relationship between the dean and the Dharma protector and the so-called Lord was.

Who knows if the dean will use his hands and feet in the daily necessities prepared for her in order to create the illusion of her sudden death?

After taking a shower at night, he changed out of his hospital uniform that had been soaked with sweat, soaked in the water, and immediately wiped his hair with a clean cloth.

When his eyes touched the hospital uniform soaked in water, the movement of his hand paused.

Somewhere in my heart, there was a pounding sensation.

A man in a gorgeous purple robe seemed to emerge in front of him, squatting in front of the wooden basin, holding her stinky clothes with slender fingers, and rubbing them tirelessly.

Such a noble man, such a high-ranking man, but he is doing the most ordinary thing between ordinary husband and wife for her.

Because it is him, such ordinariness is even more precious.

Emperor Mo Xuan......

Ah Xuan......

Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips, and the cloth that wiped her wet hair rested on her shoulder, and she sat down against the bed.

Be...... I haven't seen him for a few days, do you miss him too much?

Why, suddenly, there was a very strong feeling in my heart, as if ...... He's not far from her?

No, it won't.

Emperor Moxuan had already been driven to the imperial palace by her to heal his injuries.

She had said that he would not be allowed to come to the academy to see her until his injuries had healed.

With such a serious injury, it will take at least half a month to heal.

At this time, it was impossible for Di Moxuan to appear in the academy.

Ye Qingluo shook his head, pressed the longing in his heart, grabbed the cloth on his shoulder, and walked to the window while wiping his hair, trying to divert his attention.

She didn't notice that as her heartbeat accelerated, the Stygian Ring on her finger, the flowing red streamer, seemed to sense something, and kept lingering.

……

Outside the window, there is a flat ground for drying clothes in the women's dormitory, rows of bamboo poles, as far as the eye can see, are all flat blue and white hospital clothes, occasionally mixed with small objects used by women.

At this time, there were several female students, hanging their clothes together.

"Have you heard, a student in Gao Xuan's class is missing?"

"Are you talking about Xu Rong, the talented classmate in Gao Xuan's first class?"

"That's right, that's it, it's him! This has been going on for a few days, and I heard that he disappeared in our academy. ”

"Didn't the college say that Xu Rong took the initiative to submit an application to leave the college the day before the holiday and left the college!"

"Xu Rong's parents have already found the college, saying that it is this holiday, and they haven't seen their son go home at all."

When several female students gather together, it is natural that they will inevitably discuss the latest gossip.

Ye Qingluo leaned in front of the window, frowning slightly.

This Xu Rong, she has heard of it.

Most of the students who go to the Metaphysical Academy are either rich or expensive.

But this Xu Rong's family background is ordinary, that is, ordinary ordinary people.