A Journey Through Abilities: The Demon-Controlling Princess

Chapter 41 Buried Clothes in Spring, Harvested Clothes in Autumn? (5)

She made him feel funny, how could she just run away?
In this case, Senior Brother, he will be bored.

Playing with your sister, during that time, they all screwed each other up to death.

Ahhh, Nuan Nuan now knows how crazy the hearts of those people who were teased by her are.

Watching him call white into black, seeing his natural look, listening to his innocent tone, Nuan Nuan felt that she couldn't afford to be hurt.

Did God think she was too good at teasing people before?

So someone even darker than her was sent to deal with her?

"Ah, don't you know that I have always hated you?" Nuan Nuan also said innocently, then waved at Qi Sha and climbed down the tree.

Seven kills are just playing, Nuan Nuan has never been so sure.

That time, even when he saw her and the little boy being beaten, he didn't take any action, just stayed on the tree and watched them.

She didn't say anything because she didn't think it was necessary.

People can't always think about relying on others. It's not wrong for him not to help them, and she can't ask him to do anything, even if they live under the same roof.

So, relying on yourself is the most important thing.

He wants to play, but she doesn't want to accompany him anymore.

She has more important things to do now.

【07】In ancient times, there were final tests

Nuan Nuan sat in the examination room, looking at the papers on the table, very tangled.

She didn't expect that there were final exams in ancient times, and it happened at this time. If it was earlier, she wouldn't have to catch up.

This morning, Bai Le suddenly patted his head, and then told the three of them that they would take the essay test today, and then hurriedly brought the three of them to the examination room.

Of course, they were unsurprisingly late.

Against the eyes of the surroundings, Nuan Nuan walked to her seat.

Before sitting down for a while, Seven Kills unexpectedly handed over the paper to the invigilating examiner.

"You didn't write a single question."

The examiner glanced at the paper, then at Qisha, and reminded him kindly.

"It's too simple, I'm too lazy to write. That's it."

Qi Kill waved his hand and left, still as narcissistic as ever.

The examiner didn't say anything else, he seemed to have gotten used to it, and continued to invigilate the exam calmly.

(End of this chapter)