not good, immortal

Chapter 78 Yingzhou
That night.

Fenghe fell asleep again.

Even had a dream.

In the dream, she was wearing a Taoist robe and a curtain on her head, floating in the middle of the mountains.

A feathered arrow broke through the void and pierced her chest cavity. With a billowing scorching breath, it pulled her back and sank down, until a deep bone-eroded lake completely swallowed the light.

It should have been a nightmare, but it carried an irreversible sense of fate.

Her thoughts lingered in it for a long time.

It wasn't until the real sunlight shone into the room that she was awakened from the state of no day, no night, no sky and no earth.

Feng He got off the bed with bare feet.

She has learned to get up like a modern-

First turn on the phone;

Then read the pushed news like reading a memorial;

Finally, during the interval of washing, I finally finished reading the news that didn't hurt.

There is a voice message from the model worker’s best friend in WeChat, and there is a takeaway on the dining table, and the box is still warm.

She was the only one left in the house, and she was surprisingly clean.

Although Feng He had no appetite, but thinking of the gnawing hunger yesterday, he sat down and ate half a bowl of porridge.

After several comparisons, she felt that her taste in food had also improved slightly. Qiao Zhenzhen was right, chicken legs were indeed tastier.

After breakfast and clearing the table, she wandered around the room twice in a daze, but couldn't think of what she should do.

For some reason, once I had a definite goal, I slacked off.

Feng He contemplated.

East China Sea, never forgetting...

Could it be an ancient place name?
Born in a certain age after she retreated, and changed her name due to historical changes.

Feng He took the tablet, sat back on the chair on the balcony, entered the three words "Wu Wang Ya" in the search bar, and prepared to swim in this "ocean of knowledge".

But disappointedly got nothing.

Occasionally, there is a long-winded article that blows up this place——

"I heard from my grandma that this Wuwangya is a divine dwelling left by the gods on the land of China. It will only appear in the world on August [-]th every year. Although the god is a person who protects the people of China, God, but this place is very evil, but it is not easy to go.

"It is said that a thousand years ago, He recovered a giant dragon, pulled off its scales, and put it under Yingzhou Island. The island is dyed red..."

After this text, there is a small [99+].

Feng He clicked in.

[Woven, Luxi Island is too far away from Yingzhou Island]

[Daily, this style... is more suitable for editing.]

[According to the popularity, in fact, it is fine to say that the blood floated to Qionghai, it is also a red stone]

[I have been there, the stones in Boao seem to be redder than those in Dongtou]

……

After reading more than half of this comment, Feng He returned to the title, and then he suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is an online novel written by gods and ghosts!

But it's still pretty...

It is more interesting than those love and love books in ancient times.

Feng He registered an account on the website called Yunqi, and picked and picked a few novels about fairy tales, and threw them into the favorites, planning to read them carefully after everything was over.

However, she had some impressions of the place names mentioned in the comment, so she searched again.

Dongtou Luxi Island is about [-] kilometers away from Xinhai City.

Qionghai Red Rock Beach is about [-] kilometers away from Xinhai City, and it is still in the South China Sea.

Only Yingzhou Island is located in the jurisdiction of Xinhai City.

Fenghe recalled that Mr. Yue once mentioned that the god in the East China Sea had friendship with Qi Anxianjun, and besides, the god of society could not leave the land under his jurisdiction...

If Jiaojing's senior had something to do with that person, Wuwangya might be located on Yingzhou Island.

By the way, Qiao Zhenzhen sent her her itinerary on WeChat, and seemed to have mentioned this place.

She took out her mobile phone and looked through it. Sure enough, the party on September [-] was held at the Long Beach of Yingzhou Island.

My heart is much more relaxed, and my brows are also relaxed.

Qiao Zhenzhen's video popped up at the right time: "Xiaohe Xiaohe, you have to go to school today!"

"School?" Feng He responded for two seconds.

"Yes, in fact, school started a few days ago. I was busy with the poetry conference before..." Qiao Zhenzhen frowned, and the flowers between her eyebrows were squeezed out of shape.

Thinking that Feng He would wake up after the Mid-Autumn Festival, she asked the school for half a month of sick leave.

As a result, I received a call from the academic administration early in the morning, saying that the teacher who opened this new course today is a famous foreign expert in Chinese studies, and he is very particular about attendance.

Feng He had already appeared on the show yesterday, so it would not be good to say that he is sick and not go to class, it might affect his credits and so on.

Although I don't know what the other side is thinking, it is so lenient...

But after all, Qiao Zhenzhen had suffered from "no education", so she didn't want her family, Xiaohe, to run into a wall in human society because of this.

"Oh, I see." After hearing her explanation, Feng He nodded here.

She hasn't figured out how Qiao Zhenzhen obtained a student status in a reasonable and legal way for the time being, but she seemed to be very busy, so she didn't ask further questions until she was free.

"Well, I'll ask my assistant to pick you up, and she will tell you otherwise." Someone called her over there, and Qiao Zhenzhen hurriedly went offline.

Feng He hung up the video, completely confused.

She doesn't even know the name of the school and is going to school?

She was a little apprehensive. Combined with the negative news she had seen on the Internet about celebrities and rich people crowding out educational resources, she was a little worried.

This concern quickly dissipated.

Feng He sat in the back seat, quietly flipping through the stack of materials in his hand, watching the articles he wrote in the cave in the cave were printed in the current Song style characters, feeling...

very complicated.

So the outside of the barrier is clean, so it wasn't thanks to the "shield machine", but it was emptied by this little rabbit?

It's fine if it's empty, and I even helped her organize the poems and essays in it into a book, took it out and published a few books, and judged for awards...

It is said that by taking this book again, he applied to a preparatory school run by a certain foreign university in Xinhai, and did not occupy anyone's places at all.

Very reasonable and legal.

Qiao Zhenzhen's new assistant was sitting obliquely in front of her. She was young, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, and her professional attire was pressed straight. Her whole demeanor was clean and concise.

She has a name that fits this temperament, Bai Ning.

After reading it, Feng He handed back all the application materials, and secretly felt that this Assistant Bai was more pedantic than that Teacher Zuo.

Bai Ning turned his head and smiled at her: "Just keep it."

Feng He thanked him and put the file bag into his backpack.

This backpack was also brought here with the help of Assistant Bai, and it was even filled with teaching materials.

Very thoughtful and appropriate, making people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Aunt Hua is really kind to Zhenzhen now, even the assistants in the new team are very good, and the manager should not be too far behind.

It's always better than that "Sister Mei" who Qiao Zhenzhen made a lot of trouble a few days ago.

Feng He feels quite a headache when he thinks of this "entertainment circle", and he doesn't bother to delve into the details, since Zhenzhen can live happily anyway.

The S500 slowly stopped in front of the gate supported by several Corinthian columns.

Bai Ning looked back: "Miss Feng, we're here."

(End of this chapter)