"Mr. Leng, welcome back..."

Seeing Leng Yan teleporting back, Bertie Sorge, who had been waiting in the office on the top floor of the library, stepped forward and spoke to greet him.

"Well, this is for you, it's hard work..."

Leng Yan raised his hand and tapped twice on the medal on his chest, and then said to Bertie Sorge.

"Ding..."

This is the sound of private money transfers, which can only be heard by the person concerned.

"Oops~ How embarrassing is this?"

Bertie Sorge said as he quickly transferred a large amount of money to his other account, in order to prevent Leng Yan from taking it back like last time.

"I think you're embarrassed~"

Leng Yan naturally saw the other party's small movements, but this money was Bertie Sorge's hard work, and he wouldn't take it back halfway like last time.

"Alright, tell me about the recent situation at the academy..."

"Yes!"

After Bertie Sorge put the front away, he took out the materials from the storage ring and began to report, and by the time Leng Yan had finished squeezing down the work, it was already two days later.

"Mr. Leng, you better go back and rest for a while..."

Bertie Sorge has been helping by the side for the past two days, and naturally saw the tired look on Leng Yan's face, and today he saw that the work was almost done, so he persuaded him.

"Well, I'll go back and rest for a while..."

Leng Yan put down the information in his hand, pinched his eyebrows, and got up and said.

From the beginning of his trip to the South China Sea until now, he hasn't had a good day of rest, and he has spent too much mental energy, so he is indeed a little tired now.

"Something, the transmission note contacted me..."

Before leaving, he added a word of anxiety before he teleported back to his room.

Although he has been away for more than nine months, Leng Yan's room is still clean and tidy because of the cleaning formation.

"Whew..."

After putting hot water in the bathtub, Leng Yan took off his clothes and walked in.

Because of the relationship between the many spiritual materials placed in the hot water, the effect is comparable to that of a natural spiritual spring, so when his whole body was soaked in the hot water, he let out a rare sigh.

"Hum..."

Unfortunately, his leisure time was very short, and only a few minutes later, the silver medal in the storage ring vibrated with a sound.

Leng Yan took out the silver medal and put it in his palm to look at it carefully, obviously it was still shaking, but now there was no movement.

"Speaking of which, the other piece is still in Qianqiao's hand..."

Leng Yan rubbed the silver medal in his hand and muttered to himself.

His fingertips inadvertently touched a slightly raised place, and he only glanced at it and discovered the teleportation formation on it.

Idle and bored, he tried to inject spiritual power into it, but he didn't want to use a small silver medal to require a lot of spiritual power, if it wasn't for the fact that he already had the cultivation of the late stage of the god transformation, it was really difficult to start this silver medal.

“......！”

After he filled all the spiritual power needed in the silver medal, a white light lit up on the silver medal, and then a person fell from the sky and fell straight into Leng Yan's arms.

The splash of water and the heat in the air made both of them a little stunned for a while, but Leng Yan took the lead in coming back to his senses and looked down at the girl in his arms.

"Qianqiao?"

At this time, it was none other than Qian Qian who had been taken away by the white light before.

"Mr. Leng?!Why are you?!"

Because of falling from a high altitude, Qian Qiao was ready to hit the ground with her buttocks, but she didn't want to fall into the water, and she happened to fall into Mr. Leng's arms.

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