wear it lord god

Chapter 2727 Demonic Cultivator: My Banner Remains the Same (Part 23)
A wisp of dark, chilling air seeped out quietly from the crack in the wardrobe door, instantly condensing into a pale, powerful hand in the air—the fingers were distinct, the fingertips gripping the wooden frame, slowly pushing the wardrobe door open.

A tall, slender figure dressed in a flying fish robe slowly emerged from the shadows of the cabinet.

"Wow, so handsome!" The female students standing behind Xining held their breath and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The moment Xi Ning saw the person's features clearly, she froze on the spot. It was Xu Mian.

He still looked the same as he did in the early missions: his black flying fish robe accentuated his upright figure, an embroidered spring knife hung at his waist, his face was like warm jade soaked in frost, and his lips were like cinnabar dots falling on snow. He was clearly still the same Jinyiwei Tongzhi who had inspired fear back then.

Is there a mistake here? Is Xu Mian the fear that Sister hides in her heart?

At that time, she was inexperienced and naturally felt afraid when she first met this notorious living devil.

But so much time has passed, everyone has become a main god, and Xu Mian's ranking is still below hers, so what is there to be afraid of?

Are you afraid that if a fight breaks out, you might act recklessly and accidentally injure him?
The mustachioed professor standing to the side turned his head, glanced at Xi Ning's ordinary face, and then looked her up and down at the cold and handsome figure. He twirled his mustache and asked curiously, "Who is he? He doesn't look like your brother. Could he be your boyfriend, or someone you're secretly in love with?"

Xu Mian walked at a leisurely pace. After taking only two steps, the air around him suddenly surged, and gurgling black energy emerged from under his skin. In the blink of an eye, the Imperial Guard in his flying fish robe transformed into another person—Xie Anci.

Xi Ning's heart skipped a beat: No way, this thing can transform again?
Xie Anci's black robe with silver bamboo patterns accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His black hair was tied up with a white jade and gold crown. A nonchalant smile hung on his handsome face, and when his eyes swept over people, they carried three parts unruliness and seven parts evil, making people's hearts tremble.

"Ah! So handsome! So handsome!" The girls in the back row could hardly contain themselves and almost jumped up. Who would have thought that two top-tier handsome guys with completely different styles would emerge from the depths of the exchange student's mind? They were different in style, each with their own merits.

Xi Ning forced a smile, feeling a throbbing pain in her temples: "Professor, what's going on? Explain yourself!"

The man with the mustache straightened his neck, cleared his throat, and explained, "If a person harbors multiple layers of fear, the 'nightmare' will constantly change according to the depth of that fear. The closer it gets to you, the more it can probe into the deepest fear in your heart, and then change its form to absorb more power of fear!"

Xie Anci walked step by step toward Xi Ning, and the black aura surged and spread around him again. After the mist dissipated, Mo Ming, dressed in a black robe with wide sleeves and a belted waist, stood there with a cold face as taut as ice. His aura was as if everyone in the classroom owed him eight million.

"Wow, this is so beautiful..." The girls' eyes were practically filled with pink heart-shaped bubbles. This wasn't a nightmare at all; it was clearly a freebie delivered right to their doorstep, a real treat!

Xi Ning's voice trembled, as if she anticipated what was about to happen: "Professor, hurry up and chant the incantation!"

"No...yes, no!" The girls in the back row shouted excitedly. So many incredibly handsome guys were appearing one after another. They were all rare sights, and they couldn't let it turn into a joke; that would be a huge spoilsport and a waste of their talents.

Hearing the shouts of the girls behind him, the man with the mustache was amazed at how lively the class was; he had never seen so many people so engaged in his classes before.

So he straightened his chest, raised his neck, and said slowly and deliberately, "Wait a little longer. This nightmare doesn't seem dangerous to me."

It's not dangerous at all, and it's also exceptionally beautiful; each one looks like a character straight out of an ancient painting.

He added nonchalantly, "Some students' nightmares have changed up to six times before. Don't worry, all you have to do now is face all your fears! Don't worry, I'm here for you."

You idiot, do you even know what you're facing?
Xining almost spat out a mouthful of blood, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

As they spoke, the black energy surged again, and the "nightmare" took a different form—this time, it was Qiming who emerged.

He was two meters tall and had a well-tailored suit with a clean and neat modern short haircut. He had a high nose and bright eyes, just like when I first met him.

The girls were so excited their cheeks turned red and their eyes shone brightly, while the boys present were all so jealous their cheeks tightened and their jealousy was about to explode.

Qiming's eyes were filled with unwavering affection as he gazed at her. But his figure didn't stand for more than two seconds before he suddenly turned to dust and fell to the ground.

The entire room gasped in shock.

Dust suddenly rose up, then condensed again in mid-air, this time turning into dust suppression.

The once noisy classroom instantly fell silent. Everyone was stunned, speechless by Yunyue Gongzi's unparalleled beauty and charm.

At this moment, "Yichen" was only three steps away from Xining. Xining was sweating profusely: Could this unreliable little mustache be going to mess things up at the last minute?
"Yichen" took another step forward, and the black energy around him surged and deformed once again.

In the blink of an eye, an unusually tall black figure appeared in front of her, hovering in mid-air.

That face, so handsome and flawless, was slightly lowered, as if looking down upon the masses crawling at its feet, who were like ants.

Those dark, deep eyes were unfathomable, their calm surface concealing a primordial, ancient past, like a bottomless, dark abyss.

I don't know when it started, but the light outside the window gradually dimmed, and the whole classroom was enveloped in a heavy gloom.

The Divine Lord stood in the center of this darkness, but like a black hole that devours everything, he possessed the power to devour all things, mysterious and powerful!

Even the mustachioed professor standing nearby was dumbfounded. "Is this even human...? This is a god! My God!!!"

Xi Ning finally couldn't hold on any longer. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat seeped out from her pores, soaking the back of her clothes. Her pupils dilated, and all she could see was this "divine lord" looking down at her.

"Hold on!" Jingxing's voice suddenly exploded in my mind, filled with unprecedented anxiety, "He's a fake! Quickly tell him you love him, tell him you like him, or none of us in this classroom will survive!"

Although the reason is unknown, Jingxing, like other systems, has the most important responsibility to save the life of the main god as much as possible.

"Ningning, speak quickly, or it will be too late!"

Even without knowing the cause and effect, Jingxing, as a system, always prioritizes protecting the life of the main god Xining.

Xi Ning practically forced out the words through her teeth: "I...like...you..."

Jingxing was extremely anxious: "Say it again, hurry, or it will be too late!"

Xi Ning abruptly closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "I love you! I've always loved you! I will definitely try my best to make you happy!!!"

Finally, it was almost a shout. After the shout, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, as silent as a dead zone after everything had perished.

These are my own thoughts; please add them if you disagree.

1. Afraid of owing Xu Mian a favor
2. She became less concerned about Xie An's killing of her.

3. Worried about the missing Mo Ming
4. I'm worried about Qiming, but I won't spoil it now; you'll find out later.
5. Fears dust suppression

6. The God-King is the deepest fear.