Time flies, the days fly by, and the month will soon be over.

The exam was approaching, and under the supervision of Lan Duoduo, the big guys also began to study seriously.

As the saying goes, grinding the gun in battle is not fast, but it is also light.

This is the conclusion that Lan Duoduo reached by studying frantically before the college entrance examination.

This month, Lan Duoduo learned a lot of things that she had never been exposed to before, such as how to practice and how to draw talismans.

For example, Li Qiming is a genius.

Every time she has something she doesn't understand,

Ask Li Qiming, and he can always give an answer.

But he sat next to her, listening to lectures like her, and deserting as often as she did.

Could this be the gap between a genius boy and an ordinary person?

Lan Duoduo secretly marveled at and envied, and even hoped to put the knowledge in Li Qiming's mind into his head.

That way she'll be able to lie down completely.

At the end of the month, all the students in the class have to take a two-day exam.

The results of the examination will determine whether you can officially become a disciple of Dongli Mountain.

It also determines whether Lan Duoduo can officially move into Qingyang Peak and find her fiancé.

......

A vast forest was filled with a thick mist.

"Why are you back here?"

Qing Yuan raised his eyes and looked into the distance, but it was white, and he couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south.

Lifted up the robe, stabbed, and reached out to tear the corners of the pale blue robe into several strips of cloth.

He took a few steps through the fog and tied the pale blue strip of cloth to the branch beside him.

I don't know how long I went. Not far away, strips of pale green cloth fluttered on the branches.

It's back to square one.

Qingyuan walked in the opposite direction again,

But no matter how long he walked, he would come back to where he was.

It was as if he was trapped in this place forever.

Forever.

Hahaha... Hahaha... Hahaha...

A man's laughter could be heard in the forest, and the laughter drifted through the white fog and looked terrifying.

Ah Yuan! Ah Yuan!

Hearing someone call his name, Qingyuan turned his head suddenly, and the man's figure flashed in front of him like a ghost.

Qing Yuan looked around, there was still a vast fog around him, but there was no man in sight.

Day turned into night in an instant.

The forest is lit up with fires.

Then a high-pitched dragon roar sounded, and a green dragon with a length of ten zhang flew out of the forest, circled in the air, and flew back into the forest.

"Brother."

Qing Yuan chased the green dragon and ran through the forest.

The fire was extinguished, and the forest became dark again.

A half-moon broke through the clouds, and through the cold moonlight, Qingyuan saw the figure sitting cross-legged under the tree.

"Brother."

Suddenly, the young man sitting next to him under the tree opened his eyes, and the young man's vertical pupils glowed blood-red, and his red clothes were as fierce as flames in the wind.

"You still have the face to call me brother!"

The young man sneered, "My good brother killed me with his own hands with his sword. ”

"Brother, I'm sorry, I..."

The latter words, Qingyuan has not said yet.

An enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Don't call me brother, you're not worthy!"

Xuan Ye blinked, and the blood-red vertical pupils turned blue-green in an instant, and two lines of bloody tears flowed out of the pupils.

"Brother!" Qingyuan sat up and took a few quick breaths.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his coat was soaked with cold sweat.

Staggered up barefoot, walked to the table and touched the teapot, and took a few sips directly into the spout.

The coolness seeped into the body along the mouth, and even the soles of the feet were cold.

It was like a hammer in my head.

Qingyuan sat down in his seat and pinched his brows.

In a moment, he pushed open the door and walked out.

The night was silent, a full moon hung in the treetops, and the faint moonlight gilded everything with a layer of silver.

Qingyuan stood in Lan Duoduo's courtyard, looked at the bedroom where she lived, and hesitated for a while before passing through the wall and walking to the bed.

Lan Duoduo slept very deeply, a small white face, glowing in the moonlight.

Maybe it was too hot, she rolled over and stretched her feet out of the covers.

Her feet are thin, snow-white, and her toes are like lotus roots, which is very cute.

Maybe it was because he felt cold after kicking the quilt, and Lan Duoduo's toes were slightly curled.

Qingyuan leaned over and pulled the quilt and covered her feet again.

This time, instead of staring at the quilt, she curled her legs together.