The Magician's Female Apothecary

Chapter 295 What kind of state of mind (3)
Murong Ying responded softly, feeling a little weak all over, it seemed that she had been hungry for too long.

Before I arrived at Chiwu, I could see the red lanterns hanging on the door, as if some kind of happy event was being held, and there was a sense of joy everywhere. Could it be that the imperial court rewarded Chiwu?

"Murong Ying?" An uncertain voice came from the side.

Murong Ying followed the reputation, it was from the Huangfu's family, called Yulou, right?Look at his well-dressed clothes, is he on patrol again?
Seeing her looking at him suspiciously, Huangfu Yulou couldn't help scratching the back of his head, looking a little cautious. Since seeing her heroic appearance on the competition stage last time, she has suddenly become the object of their aristocratic children's vying to please , although her current appearance is not as chubby as before, but now she looks even more enviable. I believe that after a few years, she will definitely become enviable, right?
"What's the matter?" Seeing that he seemed to be immersed in her own thoughts, Murong Ying couldn't help asking, "Brother, can you tell me something quickly?"Are you starving to death?
"I...I..." Huangfu Yulou looked at one place with evasive eyes, and a strange blush slowly appeared on his face, "That...shall I take you in?"

I have hands and feet, why should I ask him to give them to me?Murong Ying glanced at him suspiciously, and didn't have time to continue talking with him, and walked straight to the academy.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Huangfu Yulou hurriedly followed.

Murong Ying walked forward quickly. There were many martial arts students along the way. Seeing their frolicking appearances, they seemed to be very happy. They were not the only ones. Were there no casualties in Chiwu Academy in this incident?Otherwise, why would they look like that?
"Everyone is at the square..." Huangfu Yulou panted, and quickly followed her. She was walking so fast that he almost couldn't keep up.

square?Murong Ying frowned slightly, as if a sense of uneasiness flashed across her heart, she quickly moved towards the square.

Before they reached the square, they could hear bursts of laughter over there, as if some kind of celebration banquet was being held, and the air was filled with the strong aroma of vegetables and wine.

"Eh? Isn't this Murong Ying? Are you awake? Come on, let's have a toast..." Seeing her appear, Na Lan Yong took the wine glass and swung it forward.

Looking at him like that, he seemed to be drunk, his face was flushed, Murong Ying neatly avoided his outstretched hand, and continued to move forward.

How is this going?The entire square has now become a place for them to celebrate their achievements. There are tables and chairs everywhere, and the students are laughing and playing, drinking wine and eating meat. They have completely lost their previous rigorous appearance. What is going on?

"Are you here?" A cold voice came from the side.

Murong Ying was startled, and hurriedly looked aside, it was Teacher Na Lan, looking at his indifferent appearance, he seemed to know something.

"Teacher Nalan..."

Na Lan Qing raised her eyes slightly, looked at the figure in front of her eyes, "Go and see the dean!"

Dean?Murong Ying was taken aback, what he meant was, is the dean still alive?
"Ziz...Ziz..." There were a few sounds of burning things in front of him, and black smoke slowly floated in the air.

Murong Ying looked along the black smoke, the air seemed to be slowly filled with a strange smell, her heart sank suddenly, she knew this smell after so many years of practice, it was the strange smell of cremated human body.

Could it be that the person over there is the dean?But didn't they say he was fine?
Ignoring the still frolicking figures around her, Murong Ying walked forward quickly, feeling as if her heart was in her throat, full of uneasiness.

"Look, it's Murong Ying." A person in the crowd recognized her.

"Is that the girl the dean desperately rescued?"

"Yes, yes! What is she capable of, she actually asked the dean to sacrifice herself..."

Along the way, there were endless discussions.

Murong Ying moved forward quickly, ignoring the strange gazes around her, and tightly clenched her fists, was she too weak?
"Ziz...Ziz..." The black smoke ahead was getting bigger and bigger, and the smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

But the students around were still playing and joking, as if they didn't pay attention to the situation here.

"That's..." Looking at the huge fire in front of her, Murong Ying was stunned. Is that the dean over there?
Did he die because of himself?Just because of my own incompetence?
"Murong Ying, you're running so fast..." Huangfu Yulou ran over after him, standing on the spot panting.

"The dean is dead..." Murong Ying murmured, feeling as if her heart had lost all consciousness, and a trace of warm liquid seemed to have flowed across her face.

Surprised by her reaction, Huangfu Yulou was a little at a loss, "The dean just went to the underworld one step earlier than us, and lived in a different identity. He will live in our hearts forever."

Live in another identity?Murong Ying was taken aback, and looked around. After careful observation, although everyone seemed to be joking on the surface, the sadness in their eyes could not be concealed. Are they sending the dean away with a smile? ?
How strong does this state of mind have to be?
(End of this chapter)