She dreamed of a man.

To be exact, it was a dream of a vague figure.

The figure had his back to her, slender, straight, dressed in a cyan robe and silver threads, as if he was calling her: Ling'er, Ling'er......

Hua Moling wanted to reach out and touch him, but at the moment when he was about to touch him, that tall figure turned into a black dragon.

Those cyan eyes, looking at Hua Moling, were full of tears.

Hua Moling wanted to call out his name, but felt that the name was clearly on his lips, but he couldn't remember anything.

She could only cry in despair and pain, her mouth open, but she couldn't make any sound.

When Hua Moling finally woke up from the dream, she found that her tears and cold sweat had soaked the entire bedding on the bed.

She had a splitting headache, rolled over and got out of bed, and poured herself a cup of cold tea, which eased up a little.

This is not the first time she has had this dream, and the figure in the dream gives her a very clear feeling, as if she has known him for a long time and has a great relationship.

"Ling'er, it's good if you're awake."

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and it was a girl with a ponytail who came in, and she put the dinner plate in her hand in front of Hua Moling.

This girl's name is Tang Jingqi, and she is the first secret weapon in Shuzhong, after the Tang Sect, but this girl does not have a sinister appearance, but is very sunny and heroic, giving Hua Moling a very familiar and friendly feeling.

And although Hua Moling has amnesia, she is still gentle and virtuous, and she is knowledgeable, which makes Tang Jingqi like it very much, and they are all the personal disciples of the nominal dean Xugu, and they have become friends who talk about everything.

"Don't drink herbal tea just after waking up, beware of diarrhea!"

As he spoke, he took out a bowl of millet porridge that was just boiled from the dinner plate: "Drink this to nourish your stomach." ”

Hua Moling took the porridge bowl handed to her by Tang Jingqi, and the temperature transmitted from the ceramic bowl to her hand slightly relieved her uneasy mood.

Looking at the cold sweat on Hua Moling's forehead and the water stains on the bed, Tang Jingqi knew what nightmare Hua Moling had again.

This is also the reason why she has given up the warm quilt these days and got up to cook porridge before dawn.

"Next month is the academy's cultivation assessment, how are the preparations?"

Hua Moling, who was holding the porridge bowl in a daze, was a little stunned by Tang Jingqi's question.

"Assessment? What assessment? ”

Tang Jingqi sighed, what else could she say? Do you expect a woman with amnesia to remember to prepare for any assessment?

Tang Jingqi glared at Hua Moling viciously, but she stuffed a pair of chopsticks next to her into Hua Moling's hand, and put some side dishes into her porridge bowl.

He also explained: "Next month is the annual cultivation assessment of the Moling Academy, and the assessment is divided into two parts, the first part is to go to the Lost Realm to find a herb and obtain a fierce beast's inner pill. ”

"These will only be announced by Mr. Humble Huai on the day of the assessment."

"The second part is the competition of aura, the Moling Academy will set up a platform in the square, and the students who have completed the task in the Lost Realm will draw lots, and if they draw the same, they will go to the stage to face off."

"Wouldn't it be unfair if the Spirit Master drew the Spirit King?"

Hua Moling drank porridge, obviously listening to Tang Jingqi's words at this time.

Tang Jingqi was very satisfied with Hua Moling's earnestness and studiousness, nodded, and continued: "The purpose of Moling Academy has always been like this, only the final winner is important, and the rest is not important. ”

"After all, even if the Spirit Master is against the Spirit King, the final winner will definitely be the Spirit King. If the Spirit King is against the Spirit Saint, then the winner will naturally be the Spirit Saint. ”

"The last remaining one will definitely be the strongest in the academy, then this person may be the dean of the academy."

"Dean?"

Hua Moling has been in Moling Academy for so long, and Xugu has never just said that he is just a nominal dean, where is there any dean?

Tang Jingqi nodded and continued to explain to Hua Moling: "According to legend, the founder of Moling Academy, that is, the first dean, died on the battlefield of the outer region 100,000 years ago. ”

"Since then, the Moling Academy has been cursed, saying that it will be brought about a life-and-death catastrophe by a person of unknown origin today, 100,000 years later, and then, this catastrophe will spread to the entire continent."

"It is said that only the descendants of the first dean are qualified to sit on the throne of the dean and lead the disciples of the entire academy to stop this catastrophe."

"So, the Moling Academy will hold a cultivation assessment every year, and then send the final winner to a mysterious place to verify her identity."

Speaking of which, Hua Moling understood a little.

If what Tang Jingqi said was true, then now, the day of the cursed catastrophe was approaching, and Xugu had not found the legendary descendant of the dean who could stop this catastrophe.

In other words, the Moling Academy is in an unknown danger!

Hua Moling had a faint feeling in her heart: no matter whether the catastrophe of life and death in any curse would come, she clearly knew that she didn't want the Tang Jingqi in front of her to have any mistakes.

Including Void Huai, Void Valley, and those ginseng dolls, all the kind and friendly people in this academy, and even ......

Hua Moling's eyes looked out of the window, looking into the distance, and could only vaguely see the mountain behind the wheel library - even, the black dragon in the mountain.

As if sensing Hua Moling's eyes, the black dragon in the valley let out a long and gentle dragon groan, which was very pleasant to listen to in Hua Moling's ears.

But in Tang Jingqi's ears, this dragon chant is not so friendly.

Tang Jingqi covered her ears in pain, and at the same time her eyes widened, her eyeballs protruded outward, and she even felt that this burst of dragon groans seemed to strip her soul from her body, and her expression was very painful.

It's just that Hua Moling was already intoxicated, and even closed her eyes, not noticing Tang Jingqi's inappropriateness at all.

After a long time, the dragon's groan dissipated, and Tang Jingqi gasped and fell from the chair to the ground.

Tang Jingqi didn't react when she saw Hua Moling, a little incredulous: "Ling'er, you, are you okay?" ”

Hua Moling opened her eyes at this time, and saw Tang Jingqi's face pale, and she was a little surprised: "Jingqi, what's wrong with you?" ”

Tang Jingqi tried to smooth her breathing: "That dragon moan, it has no effect on you?" ”

Hearing this, Hua Moling shook her head very blankly: "Impact? No, it's very pleasant. ”

Hearing the adjectives "pleasant and beautiful" from Hua Moling's mouth really made Tang Jingqi's jaw drop a little shocked.