Not a noble blood race, not even a lowly human race, but just a blood pupil apostle.

No matter what it looks like, the soul is always cautious in the depths of the soul, living in the rift of the race, and a pair of blood pupils dictate life and death.

This is Nia's deepest secret, the secret is revealed, and it is best to kill people.

Nia's expression was extremely exciting, although her intention to kill Mu Yang was strong, she lacked a little courage after all.

Mu Yang is far from being as sure as he appears, he is actually just guessing.

From Nia's eyes, Mu Yang always subtly sensed something that didn't belong to the blood clan, but he couldn't tell what it was.

After a little probing, Nia's expression has proved that Mu Yang guessed correctly.

The Bloodline carries a heavy history and was once known as a despicable Bloodline.

Because, from time to time, the Bloodline always upsets other races.

The Blood Sacrifice is powerful, but unstable, and no one knows what disaster the Twilight Continent will bring to the world one day.

One of the Blood Sacrifice abilities is to create the Blood Pupil Apostle.

There are many legends about the Blood Pupil Apostle to spread falsehoods, but there are not many people who know the details, and they can only be sure that the identity of the Blood Pupil Apostle is hidden, there are many types and levels, and he has incredible power......

Taking advantage of Nia's distraction, Mu Yang bypassed and walked straight to the light gate.

Nia's black pupils kept flashing, forcing herself to come back to her senses, staring at Mu Yang's back fiercely, word by word: "Very good!" But whoever I am, let's get to the point! You make me lose my beloved long black satin-like curls, and you need to pay the price! ”

Speaking of this, Nia looked sad and indignant.

None of what Nia said was a joke - Mu Yang won the Seven Star Dao, and Nia fulfilled her promise and cut her beloved long black satin-like curls with her own hands.

God knows, that second of pain.

Mu Yang was inexplicable in his heart, and on the surface, he turned a deaf ear to Nia's sadness.

I really don't want to deal with this vexatious hateful woman, Mu Yang only heard that women often have the habit of cutting their hair when they are out of love, perhaps, the loss of love has made this woman crazy.

"Despicable Terran, you are so arrogant!" Nia's voice trembled a little, "Your mysterious forehead seal is gone, is it because the power that the Protoss has given you has been exhausted?" In short, you don't want to play any tricks again, with me, you don't want to get close to Princess Verin......"

Mu Yang was stunned in his heart, that is to say, the epoch-making improvement of the psionic mask has had an effect, and the god-level psionic can no longer find himself wearing a psionic mask to hide his forehead prints?

"Hey! Despicable ...... Stop! Nia was annoyed and angry, turned around, her figure was weird and fluttering, and stopped in front of Mu Yang again, and the spiritual energy pressure suddenly became strong, "Think about it, unless you bow your head and repent to me for your rudeness!" ”

Under the coercion of crushing force, Mu Yang's upright cervical vertebrae were almost broken, and even if his face was calm, his body had begun to tremble involuntarily.

It seems that the only way to do this is to use wisdom.

"Saya Mentor." Mu Yang called up Saya's communication code in the psionic bracelet, and the communication was automatically connected in an instant, it seemed that this was not accidental, "Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to be late again." I can't believe I'm in some trouble in front of your Saya's Star Tower. ”

I can't believe it, it's unexpectedly, the words are very subtle.

Muyang and Nia looked at each other quietly.

At this time, Nia's slender and pale hand had reached for Mu Yang's neck, and she suddenly froze, unable to advance or retreat.

Mu Yang just turned on the voice, and he was not very used to **.

So Saya didn't know the specific situation, and threw down the delicious cake in an instant, and the corners of his powdery mouth were still stained with residue - someone dared to look for trouble in front of his star tower, Saya's first reaction was that maybe Wuzun was embarrassing Muyang!

Suddenly jumped out of the light gate, her long pink green hair fluttered, her one-horned glow flickered, and her eyes were sharp like an extremely petite humanoid psionic bomb, her anger had been completely released, and the air was swept away and whimpered.

However, the sight in front of him stunned Saya for a moment......

Nia's slender and pale hand touched Mu Yang's shoulder extremely reluctantly, then lowered her hand, raised her eyes to look at Saya who was in an explosive state, and looked calm: "Tutor Saya, God, Trainee Muyang doesn't seem to be comfortable standing so high, obviously not very comfortable, dizzy, trembling...... So, thankfully, I helped him a little. ”

The atmosphere was awkward.

Wei Lin was following from behind the light gate, and she seemed to understand something in an instant.

"Nia," Wei Lin frowned slightly, "I won't have any problems with Mentor Saya, you don't have to be so nervous. Go back and get some rest, lest I worry about you, after all, you're not in a good mood right now. ”

Verin's eyes twinkled like rubies, and she glanced at Nia's shoulder-length curls, which had to be cut to defend her credibility, and she almost cried out in pain.

The meaning in Wei Lin's eyes was clear: Nia, despite this, please don't be angry with Mu Yang, this is not right.

"Princess Viline, I'm nothing!"

Nia carefully watched Saya's expression, and finally let out a long breath when she saw that it was gradually subsiding.

Nia regretted a little, she seemed to be too impulsive just now.

If Saya were to see who was choking his student's neck, this savage dragon girl, who was known for protecting her shorts, might kill someone.

No, not perhaps, it should be.

Saya glanced at Wei Lin, blinked, and finally didn't say anything, turning back to the light gate.

Mu Yang and Wei Lin nodded at each other, and then followed Saya into the light gate.

At the same moment, the blood crow on Wei Lin's shoulder suddenly turned its head, its scarlet eyes opened slightly, swept sharply, and closed again.

……

At this time, an invisible line of sight locked on Mu Yang, paying attention to Mu Yang's forehead to be exact.

Cultivating to the ninth order, Wu Zun's mind eye could barely avoid Nia and Saya's guards.

"This scum, abominable Blood Pupil Apostle, that forehead seal is gone!"

Wu Zun stood at the 332nd Heavenly Order, his eyes covered with a golden belt on his cold face, but he boasted that he had seen through everything, obviously he had completely determined Mu Yang's identity as a Blood Pupil Apostle.

"Is the power given by Queen Keisha exhausted? Temporarily depleted, or permanently? ”

"Humph! Why did the two Blood Pupil Apostles choose to discuss something in front of the Saya Star Tower? This is not good, the attitude of the dragons is becoming more and more obvious. ”

"A scum is not to be worried, but the ambition of the blood clan should not be underestimated, and they must not be allowed to be majestic in the Psionic Academy, and the divine servant is not qualified for this yet!"

The students gathered one after another, interrupting Wu Zun's thoughts.

At the same time, in the darkness, two pairs of pupils were also scanning the Saya Star Tower, and the target was also Mu Yang.

A pair of magic pupils.

A pair of elven eyes.

……

Mu Yang and Wei Lin sat across from Saya.

In the middle was a snow-white square table, covered with delicate crystal vessels, most of which were empty, and the rest were filled with a variety of delicious-looking desserts and a pot of black tea.

This instructor-only teaching room is more like an afternoon tea restaurant at the moment.

Towards noon, Wei Lin was a little hungry, and many snacks were just her taste - however, before Saya symbolically invited Wei Lin to eat with her, what was written in her eyes: If you really dare to eat, be careful that I am not welcome.

Deliberately straightening the snow-white swan neck, the black chains trembling slightly, Wei Lin was completely still like a blood crow on her shoulder, trying to calm her appetite and heart, she kept telling herself: I'm not hungry, not hungry, not hungry.

Mu Yang looked indifferent.

Just a stone's throw away, Wei Lin exudes a unique fragrance of the blood girl, mysterious, charming, and exciting, while the opposite cake, cream, dim sum, and black tea exude a mouth-watering food fragrance, which desperately burrows into the nose......

The bottom of my heart is not calm at all.

Well?

Is this the future life of the academy?