A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 321 Similar 4
"Yes, Sebao doesn't like them. They are different from me, but you are different. The smell on your body makes Sebao feel very familiar and kind, like my kind, so Sebao likes you." Sebao approached Yang Jingfeng said with a smirk.

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Yang Jingfeng was extremely speechless, thinking it was Sebao's wayward words, he didn't take it to heart, and explained softly helplessly: "You are a bug, and I am a human being, the same as the disciple in the sect you don't like, how could it be possible Is it your kind?"

"It's not the same, it's just different. You are the same as me." Se Bao stomped her feet and insisted.

For some reason, hearing Yang Jingfeng say this made her a little irritable.

And Yang Jingfeng was also disturbed by this sentence. Sebao's words "you are like me" kept echoing in his mind, as if he had revealed the secret hidden in his heart, and a burst of panic burst out of his heart. Makes him extremely irritable.

"I say it's different, but it's different. Get out and don't disturb my reading!" Fear and irritability made Yang Jingfeng lose his mind, and shouted at Sebao.

"You!...Hmph, leave as soon as you go, who cares!" The anger emanating from Yang Jingfeng frightened Sebao, but she didn't want to show weakness, so she roared louder than Yang Jingfeng to cover up her fear, and then Turning around on the spot, he regained his real body and flew away with one wing.

After Sebao left, Zangshu Pavilion regained its previous tranquility, but under the tranquil appearance, there was a dark tide.

The atmosphere was no longer the tranquility it was before, and an oppressive force emanated from Yang Jingfeng, and quickly permeated the entire Zangshu Pavilion.

A cloud drifted past, covering the sunlight, and the library suddenly became dark.

Yang Jingfeng sat blankly in the gradually darkening light and shadow, his face was gloomy and frightening.

A vague idea kept flashing through his mind, overlapping with Sebao's words and confirming each other, but before he could catch it and figure it out, it quickly disappeared again.

This made him panic even more. It seemed that once this idea came true, everything about him would be subverted and beyond redemption.

For the first time in his life, he lost his temper and threw all the books on the ground in a fit of irritability.

He crouched in the corner with his head in his arms, crying out in pain.

———This is the involuntary dividing line——

The sun was setting, and not long after, it was almost dusk.

Xiao Muli stayed by Lan Junque's side for more than an hour, but he was finally exhausted, so he left the servant girl to take care of him, and went down to rest first.

And the news of Lan Junque's coma gradually spread through the Qixian Gate, and even the disciples guarding the Qijue Pagoda heard about it.

Guarding the Qijue Pagoda is a very boring job. The disciples are bored. On weekdays, when there is no one, they will gather together to chat and gossip. Today's Dou Bao Conference is considered a big event for Qixianmen, but not everyone likes it. I have seen it, so, as soon as someone in the know came to change shifts, he was immediately surrounded by other people, clamoring for him to talk about the grand occasion of the Doubao Conference.

Yang Jingfeng squatted in the corner motionless, distracted by Sebao's words, he didn't know how long he squatted, he just felt that his legs and feet were numb.

And the sky gradually darkened, it should be in the evening, his figure appeared thin and lonely in the hazy light and shadow.

Surrounded by silence, Yang Jingfeng was a little uneasy. For some reason, he didn't like this feeling of tranquility. It was so quiet that it made people panic. It seemed that he was the only one left in the world, forgotten by everyone in the corner, lonely and helpless.

(End of this chapter)