Armor: Expelled and transformed into armor in front of the entire school

I wonder how Xiaofei is doing; he hasn't even called.

Is something bad going to happen?

I didn't call him because I was afraid that if Xiao Fei's phone wasn't turned off, someone might find out and that wouldn't be good.

But when that day came, there was still no news, which is really worrying.

"Duanmu, deliver this package."

"Okay, sure."

There shouldn't be any problems, right?

...

"Alas, where is a place for me to find refuge?"

Qiao Shefei sat dejectedly by the lake, gazing up at the sky.

I certainly won't go back to the general; if I did, I'd become his puppet.

I definitely can't go back to the rented apartment.

The police are looking for him everywhere; he's been hiding for several days.

He has now developed the habit of running away as soon as he hears a police siren.

He hadn't showered for days, and his clothes and face were filthy.

He became a complete beggar.

"How am I supposed to go on from here..."

Dawn breaks.

"Young man, wake up! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Duanmu Yan suddenly felt someone pinch her face and opened her eyes groggily.

All I could see was a blurry figure skipping and hopping out the door.

Who is it?!

He threw off the covers and got out of bed, only to bump into Wu Gang and Li Haotian as soon as he stepped outside.

"Oh--"

"Xiao Tian, ​​Xiao Gang, were you also woken up by someone?"

Xiao Tian nodded: "It looks like an old lady."

Xiao Gang rubbed his eyes and woke up with a start, saying, "Is it the one who's very old but dressed very fashionably?"

"Correct!"

"Yeah, yeah, she was just pinching my cheek in the room," Xiao Gang said speechlessly.

"Has Xiaofei not returned yet?" Duanmu Yan asked.

The two shook their heads.

Duanmu Yan stroked her chin and paced back and forth.

Strange, could something really have happened?

Chapter 37 End... End...

"Xiao Gang, you don't look like you've woken up yet?" Qing Zizai couldn't help but ask when he saw Wu Gang's haggard appearance.

Wu Gang waved his hand: "Don't mention it. This morning, an old lady inexplicably ran into my room."

"It scared me to death."

"old lady?"

"You bet! Dressed in all sorts of bright colors, he looked like a ghost," Wu Gang complained. "He scared me to death."

Who are you calling a ghost?

Wu Gang turned around and saw a huge face only centimeters away from him.

He was so frightened that he fell head over heels to the ground.

"Ah—a ghost! Ah Qing, save me! Don't you know how to set up a formation? Demons and monsters, get out of here!"

He mumbled incoherently, using a chair to shield himself from view.

Qing Zizai and the old man exchanged a smile upon seeing this comical sight.

"Xiao Gang, come out here." Welcome to show yourself.

"Don't come out!"

"Don't you always say you're a man? Why are you so timid today?" Huanrong chuckled.

“A real man doesn’t say what he’s going to say!” Wu Gang retorted.

With a beaming smile, she glanced at the elderly woman and said, "She's my maternal grandmother."

"Huh? Grandma?"

...

"Can you tell me your secret?"

Li Haotian asked Youzi.

He's been thinking about it these past few days, and he's right.

What has already happened, no matter how much you deny it, still exists.

Although he didn't want Yuzu to be this so-called Tibetan practitioner.

However, the pomelo's various behaviors do indeed fit the characteristics of a Tibetan practitioner.

Yuzu suddenly froze, her lips tightly pressed together, unwilling to speak.

Li Haotian sighed: "You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I'm just curious."

"Actually, I've always cared about what others think of me since I was a child."

"My biggest dream is to live life my own way."

"That's why I chose to leave home," Yuzu said with a smile.

"So, do you think this is the life you want?"

"I don't know yet." She shook her head.

She then smiled sweetly and said, "But I hope I can always be by your side..."

...

"Beside me? You must be joking, Miss." Duanmu Yan said with a wry smile.

"What are you joking about! I'm serious." Anna stared wide-eyed at Duanmu Yan.

It was as if they were proving what they had said.

"Even if you glare with a third eye, it won't make a difference." Duanmu Yan took a few steps back.

"To tell you the truth, I have a girlfriend."

Duanmu Yan was getting really impatient with this girl; she just came to see him all the time when she had nothing better to do than eat her fill.

Are you just bored?

Anna pouted, "I don't believe you! I've never seen you walking with other women."

"Uh..." Duanmu Yan was speechless.

How can he say that the woman doesn't exist in this world?

"See, see, you're speechless now!"

Duanmu Yan shook her head and said, "Even if I don't have a girlfriend, I still won't like you!"

Anna's expression changed upon hearing this, her brows furrowed and trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry.

Holy crap, are you about to cry?

Duanmu Yan looked flustered; he hated it when women cried.

"Stop! Don't cry! Hmm?" Duanmu Yan's eyes darted around, noticing the unusual situation in the distance.

"That is..."

Anna looked bewildered. He had just been comforting himself, so how did he get attracted to something else?

She looked in the same direction as Duanmu Yan.

Two drunk men, arm in arm, staggered over without seeing anyone in front of them.

"Baru! I really want to beat that brat Duanmu Yan to a pulp and show you my skills, Sha Terui! My sword is still sharp as ever!"

"Haha, there's a chance. Last time I fought Nava, I didn't even have to pull out my Bloodthirsty Blade before he knelt down and begged for mercy."

Duanmu Yan overheard their conversation and walked over with great interest.

Anna quickly grabbed his hand, "What are you doing—"

Duanmu Yan asked curiously, "I'll go see what's going on."

Anna's eyes reddened, and tears welled up as she said, "I'm about to cry."

Duanmu Yan smiled and removed Anna's hand. "Then go ahead and cry."

"Duanmu Yan!" Anna shouted, "You've gone too far!"

But Duanmu Yan seemed not to hear, and walked straight toward the two people.

His eyes were filled with excitement, and he was muttering to himself.

"Such a good thing? A demon from the underworld delivering itself to my doorstep."

"Alright! When I encounter him, I won't even need my Thorn Demon Staff; I'll just use my fists to knock him down, punch after punch!"