The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 271 Skipping class with a deity, only to expose the lie when she's smitten.
boom! ! !
The large club was embedded firmly into the wall.

Quite standard, painted very white, with traces drawn on it with a ballpoint pen. The wall, with cracks dug out with a steel ruler, trembled violently several times, and there were spider web-like cracks that spread rapidly from the center of this large club.

"Huff, huff—"

"Hey hey hey."

Zhou Yan's lips twitched. He looked at the girl in front of him, who was panting heavily. Her gentle breath brushed against his face. The Lord of the Prefecture, who had once fought with the Giant Spirit General and killed the ancient mountain spider with a single sword, felt a huge, majestic, and powerful sense of oppression when he faced the gaze of this frail girl.

Zhou Yan said, "...Fellow student?"

Ba looked at the young man in front of him.

Thinking to myself—

I'm going to give you a good whack on the back of the head, then drag you back and put you on a bed covered in feathers and soft grass. Then I'll connect your wrists and ankles to the mountains, and then, I'm going to... hehehe...

The seemingly delicate and adorable girl stretched out her fair arm and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

Lord Zhou stumbled backward.

His back was pressed tightly against the wall.

No, in this dream, Zhou Yan discovered that he could no longer mobilize a certain level of power as he had when facing Fuxi. In other words, the power of this frail girl in front of him was higher than that of the dream master in the dream.

Click, click, click!
The girl slammed her fist into the wall, then stepped on it with her right and left feet, like a four-legged spider or a cage, 'enclosing' Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan's lips twitched.

Ba said, "Is this called 'wall slam'?"

"Are you tempted, Zhou Yan?"

Zhou Yan's eyes flickered as he saw the girl who was pinned to the wall like a four-legged spider, causing cracks to appear in the wall: "...Is this a wall slam? This isn't right, is it?"

The frail young girl said:
"A one-arm-like design was too frail, so I modified it."

Zhou Yan: "…………"

Just then, he suddenly felt that he had regained some of his strength.

Squeak, squeak—

Zhou Yan saw a painter slowly descending through the classroom's glass window. The painter wore a hard hat, had a handsome face, vertical pupils, and was holding a paintbrush, which he was slashing fiercely across his neck.

'Sleep with her!!!'

Fuxi?!
At the same time, Zhou Yan noticed that his classmates had also arrived.

This time, however, these students were clearly acting strangely. Every single one of them had the same expression on their face, wore the same clothes, and moved in such a synchronized manner that it was terrifying.

The corners of his mouth bear the exact same smile curve, with a strong dream core, a pseudo-human feeling. That is to say, because it is too extremely correct, it presents a sense of incongruity that is completely different from vivid life.

'Since this young girl is a core being who sealed away the calamity under Gonggong's command, then the breaking of the seal undoubtedly means that this place has also been invaded by [History].'

Zhou Yan reacted instantly.

Looking at the 'delicate' girl before him, Fuxi's suggestion came to mind: to physically eliminate this guy. But soon, he remembered what Fuxi had mentioned, from the time Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain to Yu the Great's flood control efforts, all the way to the present day. Throughout this long period of time, it was this seemingly delicate girl who had been suppressing and guarding the seal.

Long years, endless loneliness.

Zhou Yan thought of Jiang Boyue, who was also enduring pain.

Instead of gripping his weapon, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, then pulled her along, dragging her towards the classroom door.

"Alas?!!!"

The girl, Ba, whose mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts, froze for a moment. She could only be pulled by Zhou Yan and staggered towards the outside. But just as they got there, the classroom door opened.

The students moved in perfect unison, their faces expressionless.

It exudes an eerie and hostile feeling.

Zhou Yan's heart stirred. Looking at the girl with a strange light in her eyes, he roughly understood how to unravel this dream in another way—

Guarding the seal for thousands of years is equivalent to being sealed away for thousands of years as well. The long years, the endless loneliness and boredom are enough to break a person's spirit.

In short, if one is unwilling to repay kindness with enmity and kill the goddess who helped Yanhuang seal the Lord of Bashe, Qingyuanjun, then there is only one way: to have a good time with this girl.

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth, grabbed the bar, and ran toward the window.

With a sudden burst of force.

Zhou Yan leaped into the air, stepped onto the desk, and strode forward. Amidst the gasps of his classmates in the dream, he smashed the glass with his shoulder, shattering it into pieces that scattered in all directions.

Ba let out a low cry: "Ah!!!"

Zhou Yan pulled the girl down from the high-rise building and greeted Fuxi, who had transformed into a painter and wished to remain anonymous.

A handsome young man with dark gold vertical pupils passed face to face with a young Taoist priest wearing an old-fashioned school uniform.

'What foolishness, boy, to be so sentimental!'

'The Taoist school eradicates evil and guides the good; how can we repay kindness with enmity?'

Zhou Yan and Fu Xi descended in a dream. Suddenly, an umbrella appeared in Zhou Yan's hand. He opened it abruptly. The umbrella was like a mushroom or a parachute. Just like many students had fantasized in their youth, holding an umbrella and pulling a girl with black hair like a waterfall, they floated down from the teaching building amidst the pursuit of countless people.

Below is the national flag, and this is the principal holding a meeting with the lower-grade students.

The demons that had conjured up were chasing Zhou Yan and Ba, and they had a number of crossbow bolts that shimmered with light and talismans in their hands. But the moment they were fired, they were doused with a bucket of paint by Fuxi, and the crossbow bolts turned into fireworks.

Amidst the banging of confetti and fireworks, under the blue sky, the boy and girl landed in front of everyone's gaze, and then began to flee outside.

Fuxi's lips curled up: "A kind-hearted, soft-hearted good-for-nothing."

While cursing, he flicked his wrist and shoved the paintbrush into someone's mouth, pulling hard. Immediately, the hanging rope began to pull, dragging up all the pursuers in the dream.

Zhou Yan dragged his chin and rushed outside; it was too intense.

The girl hadn't experienced anything like this in a very long time. Zhou Yan and Ba escaped from the school and walked onto the street. The girl, still in her school uniform, was panting heavily. Zhou Yan looked up and saw that the sky was somewhat gloomy, with clouds piling up.

What are we supposed to do?

Ba opened her mouth, her figure as thin as a mosquito, yet she still gripped Zhou Yan's hand tightly.

And a wooden mallet.

Zhou Yan was also somewhat bewildered, but fortunately, the Taoist secrets he had pored over in Louguandao came in handy here. He knew that all spells and supernatural powers had their nodes, and if he could find a way to break through these key points and nodes, even the most powerful supernatural powers would fall apart.

Without a doubt, this point is the girl in front of us.

At least, she still looks like a young girl.

Zhou Yan thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then, let's play!" Ba looked at him, gripping the stick and mallet in her hand tightly.

His eyes were bright and piercing.

She was determined to be the one who would swing a club and take people away!
But to her surprise, Zhou Yan simply took her to the street. In fact, Zhou Yan's own life was quite unremarkable. He had no awareness of his youth and adolescence, and simply spent his time doing homework and sleeping.

A rosy youth in some youth records.

Lord Zhou had no recollection of it at all.

There are no romantic scenes, school bullies, fights, or anything like that.

Some children rushed to the cafeteria like mammoths released from their cages, carrying large, printed novels, endless test questions, and countless exam papers. They were also bewildered when they went out for a self-study period and came back to find their desks piled high with papers.

In fact, because those years were too dull and boring, Zhou Yan 'self-destructively' 'sealed' this memory after university, never recalling it or reminiscing about it. The things he could do with that ancient deity were too tedious.

But he had tried everything to get out of here. In short, this god was just too boring, so he needed to untangle his knot, right? After talking with Fuxi, Zhou Yan felt that he had grasped the core of the problem.

Just spend more time with her and make her happy.

Go to the movies, go daydream, go for a walk.

We would sit on small stools outside the convenience store at 10 o'clock, which was theoretically the start of class, and eat popsicles together. The standing electric fan next to us would whir and whir, and the time would feel long and boring, giving us a feeling of stealing time.

What exactly is a sense of youth?

Now that she's entered her student years, does that mean she actually envies and likes those times?
As the young lord pondered, he looked at the young goddess sitting there. The girl, dressed completely covered up, had her eyes light up when she ate a certain type of mochi-like ice cream. Zhou Yan felt that there seemed to be some kind of 'bling' movement around her.

He thought that, and the results actually came out.

The girl held an ice cream cone, and little stars appeared around her, each star accompanied by a rainbow stripe.

This scene made Zhou Yan laugh.

Ba trembled slightly, but saw that the young man was just smiling.

Sunshine, summer, cicadas chirping, popsicles with a milky aroma, a boy's white shirt and clean school uniform.

Bang bang bang.

Ba felt his heart rate increase slightly.

My face felt slightly warm.

Then take a big bite out of the ice cream.

Whew, that feels so good.

I almost couldn't resist the urge to knock him unconscious with a stick and drag him back.

Ba thought to himself, pretending.

Seemingly sensing that the 'enemy from the dream' had appeared again, Zhou Yan, with an ice pop in his mouth and dangling his chin, rode his bicycle through the streets, fleeing through the city.

"There, don't run!!!"

"Damn it, what kind of dream is this?!"

Two Xuan Guan dressed in ancient clothes rushed towards Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan let Ba sit on the back seat, pedaled hard, and quickly crossed the crosswalk, which had turned red.

Two Xuan officials rushed over.

boom! ! !
Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound. The two Xuan Guan turned their heads and saw a 100-ton truck rushing towards them. With a loud bang, the two Xuan Guan were thrown into the air. The 100-ton truck ran over them, then reversed, running over them again and again.

In the driver's seat of the 100-ton truck, a young man dressed in blue denim and wearing white gloves rested his chin on his hand, looking lazily at the two Xuan Guan lying on the ground vomiting blood with his dark golden vertical pupils:

"I thought it was a speed bump."

"How come he's still not dead?"

"Tsk."

"Go talk to my insurance company. By the way, if I open a Fuxi Insurance company in the future, will I be able to make more money?"

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fuxi use the rules of the dream to knock Xuan Guan away and intercept him. He knew that with Fuxi there, those pursuers would only suffer worse than if they had died. Ahead was a steep slope, and Zhou Yan felt a strong wind blowing in his face.

"call!!!"

He let out a strange cry and clung to the back seat. At first, he tried to hold back, but seeing the people coming and going and the bright and dazzling summer sun, he was also moved and finally laughed.

The wind blew, blowing her black hair, which had been covering her face and eyes, back. Her black hair flew about, and she wore a bright, happy smile, a beautiful sight that perfectly matched the seaside city, the blue sky and white clouds, and the lemonade.

Finally, Zhou Yan stopped the car and looked at the girl's smile.

He had an ice pop stick in his mouth and said with a smile:
"Isn't this beautiful?"

"The scenery? It's very beautiful."

"Pfft, hahaha, I'm telling you, you're the one who's good-looking."

Ba paused slightly, a strange feeling of unease rising within her. It was a mix of joy and shyness. She instinctively looked at the glass beside her and saw her reflection in it.

Her fair skin was flushed, and her earlobes resembled fiery clouds on the horizon.

My heart was pounding.

Oh, what's going on?
she thought.

At that moment, the handsome young man turned around to look at her, smiling:

"happy?"

"happy!"

"is it?"

The young man smiled and said, "Then—"

"Isn't it time to wake up from this dream?"

He said.

Ba's smile froze slightly, his heart, which had been pounding wildly, stopped beating. Looking at the young Taoist priest with gentle and serene eyes, his pupils contracted sharply.

"What?"

(End of this chapter)