The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

A few seconds later.

Long Aotian said in a deep voice, "Understood."

"I'm hanging up now, that's all."

"OK."

"beep--"

The video was interrupted.

Yan Cong raised his hand and gave an OK sign, then waved it at Xing Yao to indicate that the message had been delivered.

"Done!"

"call……"

Xingyao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, she completely collapsed into Ye Chuhao's arms.

In Nanjing, the sirens continued to sound.

"Waaah—"

Ye Chuhao looked up at Jiang Mingzi, who was almost out of sight, and then looked down at Xingyao in his arms.

Her face was still a little pale, and she was clearly exhausted.

"Why don't you stay at school and rest for a while?"

Xingyao was about to speak.

Beside her, Su Huaying's eyes lit up slightly.

She quickly took half a step forward, her voice much softer than usual.

"Little Star, why don't you take a rest?"

"It's so chaotic outside, it's too tiring to go with them."

"Leave the exorcism to the class monitor and us."

After saying that, she seemed to realize that she had been too enthusiastic, so she immediately tossed her hair and looked away.

Ye Chuhao glanced at her.

Su Huaying's lips just curled up slightly, but she forcibly suppressed it again.

aside.

Luo Feng watched this scene thoughtfully.

He looked at Ye Chuhao.

Then look at Xingyao and Su Huaying.

His gaze gradually deepened.

Is it...

Is it related to having a woman by your side that you've cultivated your mental power to level eight?

Is it also related to emotional stimulation and the strength of the bond?

Is this a special kind of spiritual practice?

Can he imitate it?

if so.

Shouldn't he find someone too...?

Luo Feng fell into deep thought, his gaze involuntarily turning to Yan Cong, who was lying idly on the flagpole scrolling through his phone.

He usually has the most resources, so maybe... I should ask him to take me to try it out sometime?

Ye Chuhao withdrew his gaze and looked at Xingyao again.

"Little stutterer, you..."

"No!"

Xingyao glanced at Su Huaying, then looked up at Ye Chuhao.

There was a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.

"The class monitor said so."

"Take mine with you!"

Ye Chuhao laughed,

"Remember that..."

"in spite of!"

Xingyao turned her head away.

This was the first time she had ever thrown a tantrum in front of Ye Chuhao.

Her cheeks were puffed out, but the tips of her ears were bright red.

Ye Chuhao found it amusing and raised his hand to put it on her head.

A gentle force flowed from her palm into Xingyao's sea of ​​consciousness, gradually replenishing the spirit she had just lost.

"OK."

"I'll take you."

Xingyao's body trembled slightly.

Her pale complexion gradually returned to normal.

But the next second, she looked up again.

Ye Chuhao raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong now?"

Xingyao opened her mouth.

He didn't say it.

She looked down at the heavy sword hanging in front of her.

The sword is very wide.

Two people are enough to stand there.

But the night wind over Jinling was so strong that her legs were still a little weak.

What if I lose my grip and fall?

She glanced at Su Huaying discreetly.

Wouldn't I be making a fool of myself in front of this wicked woman?

That won't work!

You can lose face in front of anyone else, but you can't lose face in front of her!

We need to think of a way...

During the thought process, at a certain moment,

Xingyao's eyes lit up, but then her face gradually turned red, and her hands involuntarily clenched the hem of her clothes.

"I……"

"I……"

Su Huaying's gaze fell on her.

Luo Feng also subconsciously looked over.

Even Yan Cong, who was not far away, perked up his ears.

Xingyao was burning up. She glanced at Ye Chuhao with a look of grim determination.

She gritted her teeth, then abruptly closed her eyes, as if she had poured all the courage she had in her life into this one sentence.

"you!"

"you!"

"Hold me!!"

The playground suddenly fell silent for a moment.

next second.

"Wow—"

Yan Cong's strange scream was the first to explode.

"The class monitor is awesome!"

"He even brings his wife along when he goes out to exorcise demons!"

Ye Chuhao paused for half a second.

He then chuckled softly and bent down to pick Xingyao up in his arms.

Xingyao froze, buried her face in his chest, and refused to look up again.

Su Huaying's smile froze.

Luo Feng's gaze deepened.

really.

This method of cultivation is probably not simple.

Ye Chuhao carried Xingyao onto the heavy sword and turned to look at Su Huaying and Luo Feng.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"I'm gone."

The heavy sword trembled slightly.

The next second, sword light shot into the sky.

The smile on Su Huaying's face froze for a moment as the sword light shot into the sky.

She looked at Xingyao, who was buried in Ye Chuhao's arms, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched.

The next second, she gritted her teeth and stomped her toes.

"boom!"

Two balls of crimson flame exploded from beneath her feet.

The fire line wrapped around his palm, condensing into a flaming spear that shimmered with light.

"Whoosh—"

The fiery wheels spun rapidly beneath her feet.

Su Huaying raised her spear and rose up, transforming into a streak of crimson light, chasing after the heavy sword in the night sky.

Luo Feng also moved.

He didn't say a word, but simply bent down and lowered his center of gravity.

Suddenly, he exerted force with both legs.

"Bang!"

The ground trembled slightly.

Luo Feng was lifted into the air.

"Zheng—"

In mid-air, palm-sized golden curved blades and dark armor plates popped out from his watch.

As if drawn by an invisible force field, they instantly caught up with Luo Feng's body.

"Click click click—"

The armor plates are fastened together.

The curved blade returns to its original position.

In the blink of an eye, a set of cold, hard-lined black mecha armor covered his body.

"Swoosh—Boom!"

Two plumes of flame shot out from behind the mech.

Luo Feng's figure suddenly accelerated and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk, everyone's showing off their unique skills."

"So we're the ones who have to obediently take the helicopter!"

Ye Chen muttered enviously, grabbed the dangling special forces rope ladder, and waved to the side.

"See you later!"

The people from Class 9 who hadn't left yet ignored him completely.

Han Li was still squatting in front of the nearly empty level-seven resource mountain, desperately stuffing things into his small cloth bag, which was almost overflowing.

Zhuge Wang, having somehow acquired a pair of round-framed glasses, was combing his hair back in front of a mirror.

Only Wang Quanyue gave him a serious look before leaving.

"Okay, be careful."

"Huh—"

Ye Chen shivered inexplicably, his eye twitching. "Damn, could this guy be gay?"