"What's going on outside?" Shang Yan sat up in bed and quickly got dressed.
Zhou Ping, who had already finished tidying up, got up, opened the door, glanced outside, and then calmly turned back and said, "The bottle that Lin Qiye brought back yesterday... the stopper is gone, and mosquitoes have all come out."
It was 6:30 in the morning. Zhou Ping glanced outside and his eyes met those of Lin Qiye, who was trying to catch a mosquito and put it back in the bottle.
Because the bottle was accidentally opened, Baili Tuming got a big mosquito bite, which happened to be on the back of his hand.
At that moment, I was covering my hand, which was both itchy and painful.
Lin Qiye had a mosquito bite on his face, and he was trying his best to catch the escaped mosquito and put it back into the glass bottle.
At that moment, Jialan pushed open the door and came out.
"Why are there so many mosquitoes?" Looking at the mosquitoes flying all over the warehouse, Jialan reached out and swatted one to death.
But when one mosquito falls, many more rise up.
These mosquitoes are big and loud.
She watched Lin Qiye catching mosquitoes and fell silent.
Shang Yan stood behind Zhou Ping, reaching out to grab the hem of Zhou Ping's clothes, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
He even chuckled, "These mosquitoes are going to put on a concert here!"
Zhou Ping reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him close to his side.
His body was enveloped in surging sword energy, and even mosquitoes dared not approach.
Cao Yuan swatted a dozen mosquitoes with one in each hand, then stared wide-eyed at Lin Qiye, who had let the mosquitoes go and even put them back into the glass bottle.
"No, Seven Nights, you're not going to kill the mosquitoes, are you going to keep them as pets?"
Shang Yan tugged at Zhou Ping's sleeve, "I also want to raise a little frog."
Zhou Ping:......
There were so many mosquitoes released into the warehouse that Baili Tuming rushed over to Zhou Ping's side as soon as he saw that there were no mosquitoes around him.
"Sword Saint, please take me in!"
Being near the Sword Saint is so different; even mosquitoes dare not come near.
Shang Yan moved aside, making room for Baili Tuming.
"Hoo..." Zhou Ping silently took out a chopstick from his pocket, and the wooden chopstick immediately shattered into hundreds of tiny splinters.
bite--
The wooden spikes, imbued with sword energy, flew towards the buzzing mosquitoes still swarming inside the warehouse, and in no time they were all wiped out.
The mosquitoes' concert in the warehouse has finally come to an end.
Lin Qiye put the stopper on the glass bottle and handed it to Jialan.
"...You mentioned wanting a mark before. I caught some mosquitoes last night, and somehow the bottle stopper got opened. Luckily, there are still a few left in the bottle. Here you go."
Garan was a little confused. He held the glass bottle in front of him and stared at the mosquitoes inside. "Thank you, Qiye. I will keep it safe."
An Qingyu adjusted his glasses; he also had a mosquito bite on his face.
Seeing the interaction between the two, his lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.
"Alright, stop grabbing these so often. Time for breakfast," Zhou Ping said, his head bearing two red marks.
Even the Sword Saint got bitten, which shows his authority.
Baili Tuming exclaimed "Wow!" and pointed to the mark on Zhou Ping's face, "Sword Saint Senior, the mark on your face is huge! It must have been a giant mosquito..."
"..." Zhou Ping lowered his head and strode quickly toward the kitchen, his ears turning bright red.
His face wasn't bitten by mosquitoes at all; it was clearly bitten by Shang Yan last night...
Lin Qiye stood there with his head down, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry for causing everyone trouble. I didn't expect the glass bottle stopper to be opened so suddenly, causing the mosquitoes to fly out..."
"It's alright, Brother Qiye, it's just a mosquito bite," Baili Tuming patted Lin Qiye on the shoulder to comfort him.
Lin Qiye coughed lightly, then ran to the kitchen, saying, "I'm going to help Senior Sword Saint cook a meal to treat everyone properly."
Seeing that the two of them had gone into the kitchen, Shang Yan turned around and went to wash up.
Baili Tuming and Jialan followed and stood on either side of him.
"Brother Shangyan, are you also a night watchman? I rarely see you..." Baili Tuming asked.
Shang Yan washed his face and looked at Baili Tuming, who had a big bump on his face, in the mirror, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes, I guess I'm kind of an unofficial staff member. I don't have much to do usually, and I'm always with Zhou Ping." He rinsed his mouth.
"Oh, so what is your Forbidden Realm, Brother Shangyan? Are you at the same level as Senior Sword Saint now?" Baili Tuming splashed some cold water on his face.
"What, do you feel like you've never seen me before and want to know more?" Shang Yan took a towel and wiped his face. His smile didn't fade at all, but his green eyes were misty, making it impossible to see his emotions.
Jialan, holding the glass bottle, stared at Shangyan with a deep gaze for a while.
"I'm not a bad person," Shang Yan said, the fog in his emerald eyes clearing up considerably. "Of course, I'm not some evil god either; we're allies."
The laws surrounding him surged for a moment, making it clearer to the two people in front of him. "This is my ability."
Just after he finished speaking, shouts came from outside.
"Jialan, Tuming, come and eat!"
"I'm here!" Shang Yan put down the towel and ran out. He ran to Zhou Ping's side and reached out to help Zhou Ping serve the dishes.
Shang Yan looked at the large bowl of vegetable porridge and remained silent for a while. "Why is it vegetable porridge again..."
He's been eating this vegetable porridge for who knows how long, and no matter how sunny and cheerful he is, he can't be cheerful now.
Zhou Ping has been making this vegetable porridge for several years.
"Eat more vegetables," Zhou Ping said, placing a bowl of vegetable porridge in front of Shang Yan.
Shang Yan usually doesn't eat many vegetables, but rather the meat in the porridge. From then on, Zhou Ping made a bowl of vegetable porridge every morning.
It's filled with chopped, bright green vegetables, which looks very healthy.
The group gathered around the table, exchanged a few words, and then began to eat.
After finishing his meal, Shang Yan sat down at the table to listen to Zhou Ping's lecture.
After Zhou Ping took out a copy of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" and handed it to him, Shang Yan looked at the book and blinked. "Isn't it inappropriate to read a novel during class?"
Zhou Ping coughed lightly, "This is the only one left..."
Lin Qiye waved the novel in his hand and said to Shang Yan, "Brother Shang Yan, our task in class this morning is to read novels."
Shang Yan: ?
Is this a different way of teaching? He remembers that classes weren't conducted like this at school.
Could it be that... times have changed, and this is a new teaching method?
Shang Yan nodded seriously, "I will study hard."
Lin Qiye: ...
Baili Tuming: Wow...
It seems like only Shang Yanxin is left?
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