Qingluan came out of the basement and saw Zixia in the corner at a glance.

"Your Excellency." Zixia bowed her head.

"Hmm."

"Will has been contained." Zixia said respectfully, "Do you need to take him over?" "Wait a minute." Qingluan waved his hand, and went to ask for someone now, which was easy to arouse the suspicion of that black artist.

"Yes."

"But I don't feel at ease if I keep it with them." Qingluan was thoughtful.

After all, it's a host that contains seeds.

"My lord, there's one more thing—" Zixia paused, and spoke cautiously.

"You say."

"God is back." Zixia said and looked up at Qingluan's face, and whispered, "Moreover, I also brought back Turhog Kisster of the Zhujia family..." Qingluan's eyes shot instantly, and the chill was overwhelming.

Zixia knelt down with a puff, "I'm sorry for my lord, please forgive my lord!" ”

"It's okay if you lose it, and she even brought back a time bomb." Qingluan squinted at her, her eyes slightly cold.

"It's the subordinates who are not doing well!"

"Does this guy have any special abilities?"

Qingluan stood in the corridor, his eyes unconsciously transformed into silver, vaguely like vertical pupils.

Did God take the trouble to bring him back in order to find her by his ability?

"Lord Hui, according to rumors, Kister has the ability to predict." Zixia hurriedly replied, cold sweat falling.

"Oh?" Qingluan looked sideways.

The same ability as the Ninth Enforcer?

Or is there something different?

Qingluan lowered her eyes, she couldn't be exposed yet.

It seems that it is necessary to go to the battlefield of resentment.

Knowing that Qingluan was going to the battlefield of resentment, Angel and the others showed surprise and doubt.

"At this time, you want to go to the battlefield of resentment?" The little dove was stunned, the seed host Will had just disappeared, but Qingluan was going to the grievance battlefield where the pollutant body was located? No matter how you look at it, it should be more important to find Will.

"I can't help it." Qingluan spread his hands helplessly, "The order from the academy." ”

"Let you go to some kind of competition at that time, now it's okay." Angel expressed her sympathy, and wondered, "But it's strange why the academy suddenly let you go so quickly. ”

"Who knows, it's annoying, I still want to go to Will."

Qingluan pretended to be angry.

Of course, she would not say that this proposal was specially "discussed" by her mentor.

"Don't worry! Will leave it to us! Angel patted her chest, "You can go to service with peace of mind!" ”

"Be careful." The dead crow glanced at Qingluan.

"Hmm!"

Watching Qingluan talk with a few people, the little dove wanted to speak and stopped.

He always felt that something was wrong.

But I can't ask or say.

Not far from the entrance of the academy, there was a mechanical flywheel bus, and students got on the bus in pairs, and some stopped by the station to talk to their families. These people are all students who have won the ranking in the year competition.

Qingluan stood under the sign with his suitcase in his hand, not squinting.

"Got it done?" She spoke suddenly.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life."

No one appeared, and the voice of the Lacquer Descendant sounded in her ears.

Hearing this, Qingluan curled the corners of her lips.

"Next, it's time to know how to do lying."

Not far away, a lively voice sounded, causing Qingluan to look sideways.

Lu Rin Lu Xi was talking, and there was a white Nilo beside him, Zi Qiao walked behind the three of them, his face was pale and he looked very poor and very weak. This time's itinerary did not count the "protagonist" Ziqiao.

The reason given by the mentor was that her injuries had not healed, and he would send her over after a few days of recuperation.

For the sake of her "future", the trajectory of the world is also painstaking.