Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Therefore, since Xia Qingluo doesn't understand, he doesn't mind putting her properly beside her with the greatest patience, so that she can understand his heart and her own heart.

He has gone through all the formalities through a good book.

Moreover, it is a blessing for these mortal students to be taught by God himself.

The knowledge accumulated over tens of thousands of years, even a grain of sand between the fingers, has been of infinite use to these people.

In addition, even if it is the breath of convergence, the words with the aura of heaven and earth are faint, and even the old trees outside the window are intoxicated.

When Yunqing asked them to leave the classroom, these people were quiet first, and then it was like boiling water in a pot.

Especially the girls.

So the campus of Haida has been dominated by young, handsome and knowledgeable professors of ancient literature these days.

Those who didn't come to class were looking forward to the next class.

It is no surprise that the ancient Chinese literature, which has always been deserted, has become the most popular elective course of Haida this year. It is said that there is no place to stand if you don't come an hour in advance.

Of course, these are later words. Xia Qingluo doesn't have such a concept in her mind. She is thinking about the purpose of Yun qingrang.

Therefore, after seeing yunqingrang disappear on the green road outside the window, Xia Qingluo and Du Xiaodu randomly made up a reason and ran after yunqingrang.

However, when Xia Qingluo stood on the green road, there was no shadow of him.

She stamped her foot in chagrin.

Yan Xi stood not far away and looked at her thoughtfully.

If he remembered correctly, the ancient literature professor's eyes sometimes fall in the direction of Xia Qingluo.

And Xia Qingluo, obviously not in the state.

Like a hairy monkey, I can't sit still, as if listening to class is like suffering.

This is abnormal, so even if he doesn't care, he has to care.

But what if you care.

Xia Qingluo has no other ideas about him.

After he went to Tibet for more than half a month, Xia Qingluo gave him a praise.

Yan Xi's eyes were dark and turned to walk in another direction.

Xia Qingluo is very anxious. Yunqing must have gone back to the office.

Weird feeling comes to her face. She's going to the office to find him?

Anyway, if you don't go to the office, do you have to go to heaven to find him?

Xia Qingluo raised her legs and ran towards the teacher's office building.

I don't know where it is. I'm not afraid. Xia Qingluo spread his divine knowledge.

Then, in a room, Yun qingrang behind the desk raised her eyes and smiled at her.

blamed.

Panting, Xia Qingluo ran to the third floor. Xia Qingluo wanted to break in. Unfortunately, several people were walking in the corridor, and a cleaning aunt was watering the flowers not far away.

He had to bite his teeth and knock at the door.

"Please come in..." the low and pleasant voice seemed to have a little smile.

Xia Qingluo pushed the door in.

Pointing to someone with light clouds and light wind, he asked, "Yun qingrang, what the hell are you doing?"

Yunqing let the star eyes light sweep, leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his hands and opened his mouth like a smile, "I was your master a thousand years ago, and I will be your teacher a thousand years later. Will you call him by his name?"

"You..." Xia Qingluo blushed angrily.

"Didn't you listen to today's class? I'm not allowed to fail in my class." Yun qingrang continued solemnly.

Xia Qingluo was stunned. She stood in front of her desk and stared angrily at Yun qingrang. Is this guy really here?

"Why didn't you go to the place of chaos?" Xia Qingluo twisted her fingers and mumbled. "It's important to find Nu Wa's body. I didn't mean to stop you."