The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Feng Feili walked at the back, and he could hear it clearly. He was completely speechless to the tutor who was half a year younger than him, and it is estimated that Han Yue was even more speechless.

Students from various departments went to the square to gather one after another, like rivers running to the sea from all sides, and the scene was extremely sensational.

The flags of each department were erected on the square, and the students stood in an orderly manner under the area of ​​their department.

And at the very end is the art department, and in front of it is a dark crowd with no end in sight.

"Wu Yue, why doesn't our department have a flag?" Jing Hao looked around, the front was dark and the back was empty, and then he asked inexplicably.

"Student Dongfang, you can usually call me by my name, but on important occasions, please call me my tutor." Wu Yue said with a serious face, but his serious expression did not match his immature face at all. , even a little funny.

"Okay, Teacher Wu Yue, may I ask why?" Jing Hao said reluctantly, he really didn't want to call Wu Yue his mentor.

"Student Dongfang, do you see anyone behind our department?" Wu Yue asked.

"No." Jing Hao looked back again, but there was no one there.

"Since there's no one behind, who should we set up a flag for?" Wu Yue rolled her eyes, as if you were an idiot.

"Eh? That's it." Jing Hao was completely speechless.

The rising sun is like a fire, illuminating the sky and the earth brightly.

Thousands of students gathered in the square, but there was no chaos and noise, and they were bathed in the rising sun with a solemn and solemn expression.

After a while, all the students arrived. In an instant, there was no sound of footsteps in the square, and they all waited quietly.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound from the sky, and the students looked up one after another, showing expressions of surprise and respect.

A huge white crane cuts through the sky. Its feathers are all snow white without any variegation. There is a bright bright red on the top of its head. Its huge wings are spread and hover in the air, as light as a cloud.

On its white back sits an old man with white hair, a snow-colored robe, a red face, and piercing eyes, like a fairy riding a crane and coming on colorful clouds.

"That old man Mu Feng likes to show off." Wu Yue shook her head and muttered.

"Ah? Then that old man is the principal?" Jing Hao said in surprise, what a beautiful white crane, what an imposing manner.

With a whistling sound, the white crane swooped down, drew a graceful arc, landed precisely in the center of the high platform, and bent down to let the old man down.

The respectful eyes of the students are even more intense. The principal is one of the few venerables in the Xuantian Continent. With the strength of the eighth level, he almost has the ability to destroy the world. Say eighth.

"Congratulations to the principal." Several great mentors from the colleges on the stage stepped forward to greet him.

Mu Feng nodded with a smile, then walked to the podium and saluted the students in the audience.

"Congratulations to the principal." The students in the audience leaned over and said in admiration. The voice resounded through the sky and went straight to the sky, full of vitality like the rising sun.

"Thank you, welcome freshmen from all over the world to study at Lance College, and students who are still working hard. Today, I stand on this stage and talk to the students. It is really my luck..."

The old man's voice was not loud, but it was enough to spread throughout the square, because the students were too focused.