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Just when Ye Qing's shallow hand was about to touch Ye Qingluo's bandaged wound.

Ye Qingluo suddenly shrank his arm back suddenly, blinking his flustered eyes: "Sister, I really can't touch it, I ......"

With this contraction, Ye Qingqian's hand holding her wrist slid down.

Ye Qingqian's grip was extremely tight, and this slip was to slip out the things in Ye Qing's tight cuffs and fall into Ye Qingqian's hands.

Ye Qingqian was originally clasping Ye Qingluo's wrist, but after being freed by Ye Qingluo, he grabbed a soft thing in his palm.

Hold it subconsciously.

When he landed, a lump of yellow things seeped out of the handkerchief, staining the shallow hands of the night.

Sticky, yellow stuff with a weird smell.

This visual impact...... It looks like a first-hand ...... Hot Flight.

The face of the night is shallow, and it turns black into pot charcoal.

The sparse and yellow lump of hands reminded her of the substances she saw when cleaning the thatched house a few days ago, and in the cleaning process, she was inevitably stained with those substances.

When he landed, the churning sensation in his stomach became more and more obvious.

The smile on her face couldn't be hung up any longer.

After seeing the mass of things in Ye Qingqian's hands, the faces of the surrounding freshmen were ugly and they wanted to laugh.

Others leaned against the wall and retched directly.

"Alas...... Eldest sister, I said you can't touch it, look at ......"

On the contrary, Ye Qingluo, who hid this lump of yellow and yellow things, looked at Ye Qingqian with a complaining face, "This is the clay sculpture I made with great difficulty when I competed with the students of the Demon Class yesterday to play with mud, and I still want to take it home and put it in my room!" ”

Mud?

The freshmen's eyes widened one by one, staring at the mass in Ye Qingqian's hand, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

There are also freshmen who have the tips of their ears and hear the words "Demon Class".

It's worthy of being called the demon class of the waste class.,The students are all training hard.,Work hard to learn knowledge.,The students of the magic class compete to play with mud?

All the freshmen thought of Ye Qingluo's performance in training, and they felt pity in their hearts.

is obviously a plastic talent, but he was assigned to the waste class, and he accompanied a group of waste to play with mud.

It's just ruining the night.

"Sister, you broke my clay sculpture! You're going to pay me! Ye Qingluo didn't seem to notice the eyes of the people around her, and said aggrievedly.

Is she still aggrieved?

She still wants to make herself pay her?

Ye Qing's shallow face was a colorful one, and he was so angry that he wanted to slap Ye Qingluo to death.

put a lump of mud in her sleeves, and pretended to be innocent, Ye Qingluo was simply trying to tease her!

Ye Qingluo's charming eyes blinked again, staring at the lump of yellow material that Ye Qing was carrying stiffly, and after a while, his face changed, and he covered his nose and hided back: "Eldest sister, you are like this, as if you have caught a lump of Xiang......"

It's okay not to say it, but when I said this, the freshmen around me who were holding back their laughter and felt disgusting couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Ye Qingluo, you ......" Ye Qing's face was full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to wipe the ball of things in his hand on Ye Qingluo's face.

But with this raise of his hand, Ye Qingluo took a few steps back, with a look of disgust.

And the yellow lump in her hand was already sticky.

After raising his hand, the sticky mud fell from his hand to the ground.

It's more like a beach......

"It's training time soon, what are you all doing, don't line up yet!"

Suddenly, a majestic and cold voice rang through the entire freshman training ground like a bell.