Chapter 132 Campus Battle Royale (I)
The sunlight of doomsday shone with a sickly dim light on the big bed in the room.
The protective shield blocked the noise from outside, and the room was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear the intertwining breathing of the two people.
Xie Mian was sleeping in E Shifang's arms.
His slightly closed eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his transparent white skin. His lips were tightly closed, like crushed red beans, tempting to taste deeply.
On the waist, under the thin blanket, the legs are still in the shape of a worm's tail.
The emerald green extends into an attractive curve below the waist, just like the finest emerald glass. Each scale reflects the faint light in the room and flows with dazzling brilliance.
At this moment, this beautiful tail was wrapped around E Shifang's waist and abdomen in circles with complete trust and attachment. The tip of the tail unconsciously hooked the corner of the other's clothes and moved back and forth.
The tingling and numb feeling, like an electric current, made E Shifang lose all desire to sleep.
He held the treasure in his arms with one hand, his eyes fixed on the other's face, filled with drowning love.
This situation has lasted for a long time, but E Shifang still couldn't bear to move.
Gently suck on each other's lips, and it melts in your mouth like honey.
Suddenly, the aura of E Shifang, who was immersed in it, suddenly condensed.
His head suddenly tilted, and his eyes, which were originally hazy and enjoying, exploded like a cold pond, shooting sharply out the window.
"Buzz—"
At the same time, a low humming sounded in the air without warning.
A strange energy wave suddenly hit the protective shield, and purple and blue electric currents intertwined exploded with crackling sounds.
The strange energy was blocked outside the energy shield. After one attack failed, he tried again.
It seemed as if it would not stop until it tore the energy shield apart.
E Shifang's eyes had turned from gentle to icy, and the red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye revealed a cold murderous intent.
He stopped sucking the cherry, raised his finger and flicked it lightly, and a golden defensive barrier as thin as a cicada's wing appeared again, completely covering the two of them.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Just as the golden defensive barrier enveloped the two of them, the protective shield outside the house was broken and disappeared.
The blue and purple currents died out like flames.
That strange energy wave rushed straight towards Xie Mian.
“Zizi——”
E Shifang raised his hand, about to crush it, but saw that strange energy directly penetrated the golden barrier like a phantom.
It ignored the barrier's defense that was enough to withstand S-level insect monsters, and burst out with a strong white light, brushing over the two people's bodies irresistibly.
The space was distorted in an instant, and everything within sight turned into chaotic blocks of color.
The feeling of weightlessness lasted for less than a second.
When his vision became clear again, Xie Mian was awakened and opened his eyes subconsciously.
What came into view was not the familiar big bed, but a dusty tiered classroom.
Old wooden desks, yellowed school rules posters on the wall, dusty multimedia equipment on the podium...
Everything is strange yet familiar.
The view outside the window was extremely weird.
The sky was gray and bleak like a torn painting.
The entire campus, from the teaching building to the library, from the playground to the tree-lined avenue, was covered with layer upon layer of thick and sticky white silk threads.
I don’t know what those silk threads are, they are as thin as hair.
They are stacked layer upon layer, wrapping the entire campus like a huge white cocoon.
Dappled sunlight squeezed in through the gaps between the silk threads, casting countless mottled and distorted light and shadows on the ground.
The air was filled with a rotten, damp, and sickening smell.
"This is...USTC?"
Xie Mian sat up from E Shifang's arms, his eyes falling on the iconic building at the school gate - a "ctrl+z" key combination that was inserted diagonally into the ground, as if it had been casually dropped by God.
It is said that when the University of Science and Technology of China was founded, a highly respected master was invited to design the school gate. On the eve of the submission of the design, the master got drunk and accidentally deleted the drawings he had been working on for three months.
In despair, he screamed at his computer screen, "Give me back my blueprints!" He then fell into a deep sleep. When he woke the next day, the blueprints had miraculously returned, leaving only a note on his desk: "Remember to press Ctrl+Z next time." To express his gratitude for this divine revelation, the master designed this sculpture.
During final exam week, all kinds of offerings would be placed under the "Z" key of the sculpture, from "no failing" instant noodles to "sure passing advanced mathematics" cola. Some people even put their textbooks underneath, trying to make "Ctrl+Z" undo all the wrong knowledge they learned that semester.
"Why are you here suddenly?"
Withdrawing his thoughts, Xie Mian released his insect energy and tried to detect the situation outside.
When the insect energy detected the outskirts of the campus, it was blocked by a strange energy and could no longer extend outward.
E Shifang's arm remained firmly around Xie Mian, a fierce look rising between his brows. He twisted his wrist with one hand and grasped at the void, countless white threads condensing and gathering towards his palm.
"interesting."
The place where the silk thread was sucked away soon had new silk threads emerging, restoring the place to its original state.
Throwing the white ball of silk thread casually on the ground, E Shifang stood up holding Xie Mian, paced back and forth, observing the surrounding environment with a little disgust.
He walked to the window and looked outside.
A smile suddenly appeared on his unruly face: "Wife, isn't this the place where we met? I fell from the sky, and then you hugged me!"
Xie Mian raised his head and looked at E Shifang, who was immersed in memories and smiling.
Is that so? Why did he remember that it was Goose Shifang who fell from the sky and almost broke his waist.
Just then—
“Ah! Help!!”
A shrill scream came from the teaching building not far away.
E Shifang raised his eyebrows and held Xie Mian in his arms more closely.
He slowly walked towards the heavy iron door of the classroom, his slender fingers casually resting on the door handle and turning his wrist lightly.
“Click.”
The door lock didn't budge.
He applied a little more force, and the solid door frame creaked under the weight, but the door still wouldn't open.
"Insect power?! Ha!"
A hint of impatience flashed in E Shifang's eyes.
He raised his hand, and in his palm, a blue-purple arc of electricity crackled and instantly expanded into a violent ball of thunder.
Without any hesitation, the thunder ball, with tremendous force, slammed towards the gate.
"?"
The expected scene of door panels exploding and wood chips flying did not occur.
The moment the thunder ball touched the door panel, a dense layer of skull faces appeared on the surface of the door panel.
The ghost face twisted and floated, instantly absorbing all the violent lightning energy without even a sound.
Looking at the insect energy being sucked away so easily, E Shifang narrowed his eyes slightly.
This was the first time he encountered insect energy that could completely absorb his energy. He stretched out two fingers and pinched a twisted skull face.
"squeak--"
Ghostface let out a sharp scream.
As two fingers exerted force, a pale skull face with two lumps of ashes on its face was pulled out.
The skull face that was pulled away from the door panel twisted wildly between the fingers.
Xie Mian followed the direction of Goose Shifang's finger and saw that under the ghost face was a fat fleshy worm covering the gray-brown face.
The flesh worm's back is covered with two pairs of wings. When the wings are spread out from both sides of the body, the pale ghost face on its back will be revealed.
"It's the Ghost-Faced Hawk Moth."
The power of time crushed the moth in his hand into powder.
As if receiving some kind of command, the rest of the densely packed skull faces on the door panel all spread out their wings like dead leaves.
The entire iron gate seemed to have turned into a living, wriggling wall composed of countless moths.
"It seems that the other party doesn't want us to leave in a 'gentle' way."
It was impossible to tell whether E Shifang was happy or angry in his tone, but Xie Mian knew that E Shifang's patience was being quickly exhausted.
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