1218: C1218 Why Does Qingfeng Not Know How to Read Books

C1218 Why Does Qingfeng Not Know How to Read Books

The heavens will descend upon the saints, and they will first have to toil their mind and bones, and then their bodies will be devoid of energy.

The starry sky was dark, and there was no limit to exploring the universe. He had to explore it himself because he was located on a dark tunnel, but at a distant place, there seemed to be a parallel tunnel that led to a distant place.

He remembered that this was a path that belonged to the green-robed man.

And he was still exploring in the darkness.

When Yang Ping was in the passage, he realized just how insignificant humans were in the universe. Be it a saint, a great sage or even an Empyrean, in the comparison of Heaven and Earth, they were all incomparably small, like ants that were at most slightly stronger than mortals. As long as the heaven and earth wanted to destroy Sky Sovereign, it would only require a bit more effort.

The starry sky was so strong that even Empyreans feared it.

Yang Ping sighed, and thought, where am I, and where am I going?

His body continued to float towards the distance. Yang Ping wanted to stop, but she was unable to do so. His soul left his body and she saw his body moving towards a black hole, slowly approaching it. He wanted to control it, but there was nothing she could do. His heart screamed and her voice was pale.

Everything seemed so empty to him.

What should I do?

Yang Ping was more confused than anyone else, the others at least had someone else to guide them in and give them directions. As for him, if she wanted to take the other path, she would have to figure it out herself, but the price was too high.

Yang Ping felt an indescribable pain in her heart, and as if she was being pierced by needles, she suddenly turned around and looked over, as if she had lost something extremely important. He could vaguely hear someone calling him, and it was Zhu Xi's voice.

"Why can't I hear you?"

Yang Ping turned around, wanting to swim back, but the power in the unknown passage was like an invisible demon hand pulling him, approaching the black hole, approaching death.

"Why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

Yang Ping cried, and shouted towards the passage: "Get out, I don't want to explore, I want to go home!"

There was no response.

Only the cold, devilish hands continued to pull her towards death.

Yang Ping curled her body and continuously roared, wanting to pass through the darkness to return to her original location. He did not want to lose the most important thing just because she was exploring the unknown, as he vaguely sensed that something had happened to someone, and it was even the most important person.

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do.

He was like a small boat in a raging sea, swaying in the waves, ready to capsize at any moment, losing himself, losing his life.

Just as Yang Ping was about to lose all hope, a light appeared behind him. Yang Ping suddenly looked over, and as if she saw a light, she became ecstatic and quickly swam over. In the void without any direction, he could only head towards the light.

Gradually, familiar images appeared one after another. Yang Ping possessed a god's perspective in the darkness and overlooked everyone.

Home.

Yang Ping was overjoyed. Light came from her hometown, there was no mistake. He returned with excitement and finally didn't lose her way. People in the sea, in the desert, finally understand how important it is to point the way.

And that light was the brightest he had ever seen.

He truly felt that the source of the light was so terrifying that it could even surpass the dark seal and illuminate his path. From high above, he could see that there were many fireflies on Earth. Those were the lights of life lit by saints, but compared to the light that indicated direction, the difference was too great.

How strong must one be in order to have a radiance that surpassed the light of fate?

Yang Ping was unable to reply, because the source of the light was obviously different from the others. Suppressing the shock within his heart, he returned to the partition and forcefully stabbed it. Afterwards, the darkness disappeared and light appeared once more.

Opening her eyes, Yang Ping knew that she had returned.

He remembered that he was in's office and Zhu Xi was angry. However, there were no desks, precious bookshelves, or even a familiar office door, much less Zhu Xi.

Where is this place?

Yang Ping got up with much difficulty and looked around.

Beside him was the lake.

He lay by the lake, soaked to the skin.

There were many young men and women gathered on the shore, pointing at him with expressions of regret, disdain, and even more contempt.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Ping sat up, and looked at everyone in a daze.

"Damn, he didn't die even like that. I thought he was dead for sure." A boy with pimples on his face looked at Yang Ping in shock and shouted, "Do you know that you've been submerged in the lake for half an hour?"

Yang Ping forced out a smile: "I forgot."

The pimpled boy said, "If you can't survive a great disaster, you'll be blessed. Have mercy on yourself. A girl died saving you. Sigh, I don't know what's bothering you, but you still want to jump into the inner lake.

Yang Ping asked doubtfully: "Me jumping into the lake? Someone saved me.

The pimpled man wanted to reply, but the fat man on the side sneered and scolded, "It's fine if you can't get over it. Why are you implicating our goddess? Did you know that the goddess sacrificed herself to save you …"

After saying that, the fatty's eyes turned red, he glared at Yang Ping and wanted to pounce on him to fight. The acne guy anxiously pulled the fatty and advised, "Alright, I know you love and admire Zhu Xi, but no one wants to do that. He was also a poor man. Let's go, we still have lessons later. "

With her heart violently shaken, Yang Ping dragged Fatty along, and said with a trembling voice: "You said Zhu Xi is dead?"

The fatty shook him off and shouted, "F * ck you, did you not think about others before committing suicide? Scum like you, a coward, you waste the food of society." In order to save you, Zhu Xi drowned, so are you satisfied now? "

Yang Ping's entire being sank into a stupor as she muttered to herself, "How can that be, Zhu Xi, to save me, drowned?"

It's about the same as a TV show.

How could he jump into the lake?

How could Zhu Xi save him and drown?

Yang Ping forced out a smile, and said: "Are you all joking? How could Zhu Xi die?"

The others revealed looks of despise, but no one came over to inquire about Yang Ping's condition. They all looked down on him. Gradually, the crowd dispersed and Yang Ping sat alone on the lakeside. Only now did she realize that she was currently sitting on the inner lake of her Dragon City University.

Zhu Xi died?

Yang Ping got up and endured her uneasiness as she left the school.

He came to the Huahang Edifice office and called out, "Zhu Xi, Zhu Xi..."

There was no response.

Only Breeze turned the pages of his desk.

Qing Feng couldn't read, so why was he flipping through books randomly?

Yang Ping's face instantly paled.

"No, Zhu Xi will not die."

Yang Ping did not dare believe that she was an expert. Zhu Xi was not bad either, at least her Fifth Level Stage was above that of her. No, Zhu Xi was very strong, way beyond what she had been in the past.0

However, the omen of Qing Feng flipping through the books made Yang Ping feel worse, and the premonition became more and more intense.

When he saw the time on the computer.

Yang Ping's face stiffened.

Seven days from now?

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