Mr.Feng, your wife is practicing magic again

With a slightly fierce look on her brow, yunmo held out her hand, five fingers in the air, and a mighty ghost force came out of her body, which was going to crush the whole campus.

Cloud ink as a person, actually has such a strong ghost power? This

Feng Tianxun was surprised. Although he knew that yunmo had ghost power, he didn't expect that there were so many. How could a living man have more ghost power than the ghost king?

The surprise flashed in Feng Tianxun's eyes and disappeared in his dark eyes. Feng Tianxun quickly grasped yunmo's wrist, sealed the ghost force in all directions. In yunmo's sharp eyes, he gently raised his chin and pointed to yunmo in a direction: "look."

Cloud Mo turned a body, Piao an eye to seal the direction that the day Xun says.

As soon as I saw, in the cold light of the campus, two southeast dormitory buildings for men and women, which just had nothing to do, were opened.

Inside the open door, groups of boys and girls came out.

Each of them had a book in his hand and looked dull, just like a puppet carrying string, walking mechanically towards the center of the square.

Yunmo takes back his hand and looks down from the top of the building to see the students coming out of the two buildings.

If she read it correctly, these are the students of senior three in this school, two of whom she saw in the examination room in the morning.

They're being attacked?

What are you going to do to get them out this evening?

Cloud Mo sniffed the air, and now there is a dream like smell floating in the air, but there are some different smell. Is it the guy who robbed her?

A trace of excitement flashed in yunmo's eyes. She wanted to see what this guy was going to do.

Under the silver cold light, nearly seven or eight hundred senior three students in these two buildings mechanically walked to the center of the huge square, and then formed a very orderly square, quietly sat down cross legged, opened the book, and began to focus on reading and writing.

Yun Mo: "I'm not sure."

My pants are all off. Can you show me this?

It's not fighting, it's not killing, it's not swallowing the soul, but standing in line to read books? You're funny.

In the eyes of cloud ink, a ghost appears in the student group.

It's the Xueba Dijie Ling.

However, as like as two peas in the mind, the curve wrecker was surrounded by a faint transparent circle, which was just like the one she had just explored, and that was to force the caption of the binding spirit.

In this engulfed space, di Jieling changed his appearance before he died. He combed his hair meticulously and showed a pretty face. He was wearing a robe that should have been in the Republic of China or the late Qing Dynasty, holding a whip in his hand. He looked like a people's educator.

However, the premise is to neglect to bind the confused and empty eyes.

Yun Mo leans on the rooftop and touches his chin. He doesn't go down to rob the ghost for the first time. Instead, he watches quietly. This guy who forcibly abducts the earth bound spirit can make the ghost lose his mind and listen to him in confusion. He has some ability.

The night wind from the quiet school blowing, a little cool after cooling breath.

In this breath, the Xueba Di binding spirit waved the whip, and the performer waved his arm: "sing with me, prepare, start.

The west mountain is vast, the East China Sea is vast, our school is solemn and majestic. The eastern and Western cultures come together, the Great Harmony and love, and the motherland shines with light. "

It's arrogant to devour the space race. I dare to let so many people sing together in the middle of the night. I'm afraid no one knows there's something unusual here, right?

Cloud Mo looks at the following chorus, looks serious and turns his head: "what array is this?"

Do you want to kill everyone in this school? That's why I dare to expose it on such a large scale.

Feng Tianxun's expressionless face rarely shows a black line. Looking at Yun Mo's seriously guarded eyes, he reaches out and rubs his eyebrows: "this is Huaqing school song."

"School song?" Yunmo looks at Feng Tianxun, then turns to the chorus below, with a face cut by thunder.

It's not a magic array, but a school song?

Is there something wrong with this brain?

In the impassioned singing, di Jieling said with a serious face: "our goal is only the highest, only the best. Except Huaqing, it's your failure to enter any university. Now, do a good job for me."

After a decent reprimand, the earth binding spirit began to patrol with a whip: "this problem should be done like this, but it can't be done. How did you learn it before?"

"It's wrong. It should be done like this. You can watch it for me."

"Recite the question to me and repeat it. Do you know what it means? I'll remember it."

"Well, it's good. You're good at learning. You can teach. Have you seen anything else? He's your example. Learn from me."

"Wrong, wrong. How can you judge Huaqing like this? You should do so."

"What's the matter with you? I just taught you, but you are wrong again. Stand up and put out your hand."

“……”

The roaring reprimand, mixed with the merciless punishment of the whip in the hands of the earth binding spirit, is completely a large-scale teacher hate iron but not steel to mend the teaching scene.

Yunmo looks at it for a while and silently reaches for her hand to cover her face. It's all about what. How much does this space devouring race love reading and how much does it love educating others to read? She steals her ghost to teach these senior high school students to read in the middle of the night. It's just

It's a waste of her sleeping time.

In the distance, the lights of the teacher's building light up one after another, and someone is coming here in a panic. The students' dormitory building here also has a sound. The chorus wakes up other students. The quiet and peaceful campus just now begins to stir up.

Cloud ink see this raised his hand toward the following is still teaching to bind the spirit is a grasp in the air, that bind the spirit immediately off the ground, toward cloud ink flew over..

When the earth binding Spirit landed on the rooftop, cloud ink looked around the transparent ball that wrapped the earth binding spirit carefully: "it can isolate all the breath. It's good to hide it, but..."

Reach out, pinch the transparent ball, fingertips slightly hard..

"Pa..." the transparent ball is like a fragile candy glass. It breaks when touched, and becomes a wisp of wind and disappears in the air..

"Too fragile." Cloud Mo shakes his head.

Such a fragile vulnerable, let her lose interest in this space devouring race, too weak to be worthy of her attention.

Feng Tianxun stands aside and doesn't make a sound. It's not that the space is too fragile, it's that your ghost power is too strong.