Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

Wenqing and Fatty didn't close their eyes for almost three days, and the eye sockets were full of red threads.

When they appeared, many old students turned their eyes over, slightly surprised.

Some old students heard the news from the freshmen, and they probably understood a little bit.

Lost an important companion!

"I heard that one of their best players died in a mysterious world!"

"I heard it too, it's a common thing."

"No, I heard that I entered the third layer by mistake."

"That's dead."

"I heard that he is still a genius!"

"What about geniuses? Isn't there no way to survive? I said that those people really don't know how to cherish, and not everyone can enter Zifeng Academy. Really, companions, there will be some in the future of!"

"Maybe it's very important to them!"

"People are selfish, no matter how important they are, they can't compare to themselves!"

Some people discussed in a low voice.

"Everyone be quiet!" Just then, a man came out.

The appearance of the man surprised the freshmen.

He is the principal of Zifeng Academy, Feng Tianchen!

He is already over a hundred years old, but with white hair and a childlike face, that face is extremely young.

His appearance made those scenes quiet, and everyone looked at him.

"Everyone welcomes our new students—" The old students clapped their hands, saying those words as usual.

Then the freshmen went up in groups of five to pay tribute and hand out the badges of Zifeng Academy.

The instructors and assistants behind Feng Tianchen also came out in turn, in groups of five, holding badges in their hands.

The students went up in groups of five.

The instructors and assistants put on badges belonging to Zifeng College for them, and these badges represent that they have become students of Zifeng College.

The badges are all unified, no matter you are a pharmacist, a summoner or a warrior.

It's just that there are some characters on these badges. The colors of these characters are different. There are three types: white, red and gold. Wu Yi, Wen Qing is red, which represents the student's cultivation level in Zifeng Academy.

There is a difference that people can see at a glance.

Many freshmen were happy to wear their badges. Wenqing still had a red badge, but he was really not happy at all.

He didn't even look up, just thanked the teaching assistant in front of him, and was about to leave.

But at this moment, the teaching assistant raised his hand.

Wen Qing turned her head and saw a face, more like a mask than a face.

It's a mask!

It's a mask! ! !

Wen Qing's eyes flashed with shock.

mask?

The mask that fought with them in the desert.

The mask seemed to be smiling. Although he couldn't see his expression behind the mask, he could feel him smiling.

Wen Qing was a little dumbfounded.

He really saw the mask, and when he realized it, Wen Qing suddenly burst into tears, "Mask, Zhenyue—"

Things changed suddenly.

Everyone looked at Wen Qing on the stage.

I don't understand what's going on? !

The fat man also saw the mask, and to everyone's surprise, the fat man ran up, grabbed the mask and wailed, "Mask, little Zhenyue is gone—"

Everyone is messy!

Even Feng Tianchen was confused by this sudden situation.

"What's going on? They know the little teaching assistant?!"

"It should be acquaintance! Didn't the little teaching assistant just come to our place not long ago, I'm afraid we knew each other before."