The death of the demon king Yuan Yuan frightened the ghosts and monsters. They wanted to escape, but it was impossible.
The screams of ghosts and wolves were endless.
In the classroom, Xiao Han was stunned, his eyes fixed on Qin Ye who was falling from the sky outside on the corridor, and a familiar feeling came over him.
And then he lost his mind.
The teachers were surprised and excited, and the timid girl cried with joy.
"There's help! There's help!"
"Those ghosts are dead. We, we are saved."
The teacher of the fifth grade class was relatively calm. Despite his excitement, he did not forget to comfort the students. Just as he was comforting them, he glanced through the glass of the door and window and saw Qin Ye walking towards the classroom door.
Qin Ye was the instigator.
His every move was enough to make these frightened teachers nervous, and many students, who had just relaxed, suddenly became stressed.
"Don't be afraid. I'm not here to kill you. I'm a human being just like you."
Are you human too? ...Are you sure?
Some students recalled Qin Ye's performance just now. Just a glance at him showed that all the horrible ghosts died tragically.
"People? Huh?..."
The young King Qin Guang was awakened by the screams of ghosts. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked around.
"Father, where is this place? Where are Aunt Chen and Mother?"
He looked sleepy, with his eyes half open, and he looked indescribably adorable.
Qin Ye patted the little King Qin Guang on the back to comfort him and let him continue sleeping.
Look at Qin Ye’s image as a dad taking care of his baby.
The teachers' nervousness finally eased, and at this moment, Captain Yun and his four companions quickly came up after dealing with the dead ghosts around them.
The teachers are paying attention.
Captain Yun, who seemed to be a modern man in their eyes, was performing ancient etiquette towards Qin Ye and was extremely respectful.
"Greetings, Senior Ye Yu Wang."
As the other three people paid their respects one after another, Qin Ye patted the little King Qin Guang on the back, letting him fall asleep again.
"You have sharp eyes. You can recognize me. This must be the first time we meet."
"Senior Ye Yu Wang, you must be joking. How could we not recognize you?"
Captain Yun looked at the little King Qin Guang in Qin Ye's arms.
"Not to mention you, Senior King Ye, but just the Lord Qin Guangwang in your arms, everyone in Bureau 749 knows about him. His current lovely image has deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in Bureau 749. Some female cultivators even use him as wallpaper."
"It turns out to be like this." Qin Ye was surprised and subconsciously looked at the little Qin Guang Wang in his arms: "Little Qin Guang is actually a mascot."
At this time, the monk in a cassock next to him clasped his hands together and said, "Pray to me."
"Amitabha, it's actually hard not to recognize Senior Ye Yuwang. For example, Bureau 749 has a biography of you. You're a young man, handsome and extraordinary, with the ethereal aura of an ancient god."
"Looking at all the cultivators in the world, it's hard to find someone with the same temperament as Senior Yeye Wang."
"You, a monk, are quite good at praising people."
"Amitabha, Senior Ye Yuwang is joking. I am only telling you the truth."
A conversation between Qin Ye, Captain Yun and the other three.
Seeing this, many students in the classroom started whispering to each other. As they listened to Qin Ye's words, they gradually recovered from their panic.
Ruo was very respectful when he saw Captain Yun and the other three.
As well as the abilities that Qin Ye demonstrated that were beyond the scope of science, it was hard not to arouse the curiosity of these junior high school students who were at an age of full of passion and high spirits.
Especially the moment when Captain Yun addressed the young King Qin Guang.
"King Qin Guang?"
"Is that the King Qin Guang that I was thinking of?"
The history class representative could no longer take his eyes off the young King Qin Guang.
The class monitor looked at the history class representative strangely.
"That shouldn't be the case. You don't mean the Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld, do you?"
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