Chapter 460: Master is a Wife-Doting Maniac
Everyone was afraid that Ye Xiaoman, the flower thief, would attack them.
Even though Lu Qi pretended to be indifferent, the look he gave Jing Zhui was full of devastation, as if he was the one who was defiled.
Jing Zhui threw a badge of honor to Lu Qi.
Lu Qi respectfully took the bamboo stick and took out a bottle of fasting pills from his arms.
Jing Zhui looked at him without saying anything. Lu Qi was very conscientious. He grabbed the bottle of medicine and shook it up and down to even out the contents. He couldn't specifically mark any one pill. Then he poured out a pill, threw it in his mouth and swallowed it.
He stuck out his tongue with a grin, letting Jing Zhui check, "I didn't poison you."
Jing Zhui then stretched out his hand, and with a beam of demonic energy, he snatched the bottle of pills from Lu Qi's hand.
Ye Xiaoman was holding the animal skin and saw the interaction between the two clearly, and she laughed.
Lu Qi, the sixth boy, ostensibly got up early to bring lunch to his roommate, but in reality, he was helping Jing Zhui test poisons so that he could get a fasting pill from Jing Zhui every day to save a day's food money.
Isn't this a way of currying favor with others?
Jing Zhui poured out two fasting pills and swallowed them, then threw the entire bottle of pills to Ye Xiaoman.
Ye Xiaoman still maintained the muscle reflexes of a demon's lackey. She quickly took the baby into her arms and cried out with emotion, "Thank you, boss, for the medicine."
Lu Qi and his roommates were in a daze again, unable to tell whether Ye Xiaoman was Jing Zhui's master or his lackey.
Ye Xiaoman was a frugal person. She saw that the various pills that the girls had sent to Jing Zhui yesterday were still there. Although they were kicked all over the ground by Zhong Lizhi, the things inside were still intact.
Just as she was about to pick it up, the bottle on the ground was crushed by Jing Zhui's evil spirit.
Jing Zhui looked at her wisely, puzzled by her beggarly behavior. "It's just a trick of poisoning."
Ye Xiaoman: “…”
The war drums sounded for the second time.
Jing Zhui put on his mask and walked out the door.
Ye Xiaoman followed without thinking.
Zhu Chuideng must be targeting Jing Zhui. By following Jing Zhui, you can wait for Zhu Chuideng to appear.
All the residents of the nineteenth floor have gathered in the corridor. Dark shadows stand silently in groups of three or two under the dark sky, like a group of black vultures.
Ye Xiaoman discovered that before Jing Zhui left the house, all the demon girls and boys did not move, but just stood in front of the corridor waiting for him.
Hundreds of demons in this dormitory building were quietly waiting for him to show up at dawn.
It feels like a ritual.
Jing Zhui was walking in the front, Ye Xiaoman walking shoulder to shoulder with him. Jing Zhui seemed to be living in his own world, not bothering to look at her.
Behind Jing Zhui, Tu Liudao, the 183cm cool sister who ranked second in the Demon Cave, walked with her hands in her pockets. She came over and followed behind Jing Zhui on the left side, unexpectedly glancing at the back of Ye Xiaoman's head.
Jing Zhui had no objection to Ye Xiaoman working alongside him, and Tu Liudao wisely chose to remain silent before figuring out the situation.
The third-ranked 2550 was killed by Jing Zhui yesterday, so Lu Qi, who was originally ranked fourth, automatically moved up in the rankings and became the third, standing side by side with Tu Liudao, behind and to the right of Jing Zhui.
Afterwards, the fourth, fifth, sixth... everyone automatically lined up and followed Jing Zhui downstairs.
Those on the eighteenth floor followed behind the strong men on the nineteenth floor, those on the seventeenth floor followed behind those on the eighteenth floor, and so on, all the way to the first floor. All the trainees then walked out of the dormitory building together, lined up in a long queue, and walked towards the school martial arts field.
Well-organized and with clear class distinctions.
Except for Ye Xiaoman who was looking around furtively, everyone had a solemn expression.
In Ye Xiaoman's opinion, this scene looked like a big boss patrolling the streets.
Everyone was wearing black training suits, exuding a domineering aura. They would kill gods if they stood in their way, and kill Buddhas if they stood in their way.
The scene is both passionate and childish.
Ye Xiaoman wanted to laugh.
But when he thought that those following behind him were all the notorious demon generals of the future, pointing their swords at the six realms, attacking cities and seizing land, with blood flowing everywhere, the current situation was just a preview of the future.
Jing Zhui stepped on the black dragon and rode in the lead, with generals on both sides following behind him and thousands of soldiers and horses, killing people so that the world would flow with blood.
Oh my god, what is her position now alongside Jing Zhui?
The first human lackey under the command of the devil?
When the devil dies, his lackeys are cooked.
My neck is a little cold.
I couldn't laugh anymore.
The Demon Cave is also divided into classes.
There are classes for top students and classes for poor students.
Jing Zhui and the top 20 seeded players are personally taught by the chief teaching elder of the Demon Cave, who is fully responsible for the final training results.
The Chief Instructor is a senior official under the Demon Lord. He is at the top of the demon clan in terms of both military and literary skills. While he is busy with all kinds of affairs, he gets up early every day and comes to the scene in person to comment on the merits and demerits of all members yesterday, and then personally supervises the morning exercises.
Ye Xiaoman felt that this great elder must be difficult to deal with, because even the usually cheerful Lu Qi became silent and taciturn, and the closer he got to the training ground, the more serious his expression became.
The training ground is in the center of the desert, and the sky is filled with yellow sand all the way there.
Ye Xiaoman was blown so hard that she couldn't stand steadily. Everyone, including Jing Zhui, was already accustomed to the harsh environment. After leaving the dormitory, they took out windproof hats or scarves of various colors according to their preferences, wrapped their heads, mouths and noses, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, and endured the torture of wind and sand.
It was Ye Xiaoman's first day of morning exercise, and she didn't know she had to bring her own equipment. Jing Zhui was really good, and he didn't even bother to remind her.
She used what was available, and in front of everyone's horrified eyes, she jumped up, grabbed the black cloth that was wrapped around Jing Zhui's head, and wrapped it around her own head.
Jing Zhui remained silent and patient, letting the yellow sand blow all over his head.
The last hundred meters from the training ground, Ye Xiaoman saw sand sculptures standing on both sides of the yellow sand road. She counted them and found that there were at least fifteen of them.
When Ye Xiaoman got closer, she realized that those were not sculptures, but dead people.
Some of the bodies were very fresh, while others had been dead for many years and had become mummies under the steaming and baking of the yellow sand. Long spears, like barbecue sticks, pierced the people and were placed on the side of the road in a show of force.
As if warning of something.
Ye Xiaoman asked: "What's going on?"
Jing Zhui still didn't speak to her, so she turned around and asked Lu Qi.
Lu Qi witnessed Ye Xiaoman doing whatever she wanted to Jing Zhui and still surviving, so he treated her with a completely different attitude. He answered her questions one by one with respect.
"These people will die because they have offended Master."
Lu Qi lowered his voice, fearing that the discussion behind his back would be caught by his master and he would become a fool from then on.
Ye Xiaoman: "Is your master some kind of devil? If you don't meet the training standards, he will kill you."
Lu Qi: "Uh, not really."
He said with a pained expression, "You're a girl. As long as you complete your training diligently and perform well in the competition, Master won't make things difficult for you. But for us men, it's different."
"We absolutely cannot look at Master's Wife for even a second." He pointed at a sand sculpture, "Do you see the brother who lost his eye?"
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