"Speaking of truth..." Gao Ling felt a headache as he watched the heated discussions in the group, "Why do you all look so excited? They weren't so excited two days ago."

In the past few days, everyone in the group has been immersed in an inexplicable excitement and excitement. Everyone's expression is like "Fuck, I just discovered a big secret. Do you want to ask, do you want to ask, do you want to..."

Ultimately, it was because of the news they brought back that day: "Yuan was injured, and the injury looked very serious."

[Well...] ​​Gao Ling sent a private message to the administrator, [Is it okay to just let them keep discussing this?]

[What else can they talk about besides this...] The administrator asked her, [Everyone seems to be interested in this... And if you ask them not to talk about this now, they won't be able to hold back.]

It seems... to make some sense.

Gao Ling thought, it seems a bit difficult to let them hold it in now...

In fact, if you think about what they experienced that day carefully, it is terrifying. Gao Ling absolutely cannot recall it, and he will have nightmares if he recalls it.

However, those in the group who had never been there didn’t think so…After listening to Gao Ling and the others’ account, they all said that although they were scared half to death this time, it was still a good profit.

Many people laughed and said that if they could exchange their experiences in the toilet, they would be willing to do so...

I always feel that it would be quite interesting to meet Yuan in the toilet, in that kind of scene, and in the end, it seems that Yuan didn't do anything to them, right?

[So what do you want to be done to you?] Gao Ling asked, [If you don't attack this kind of monster, it's fine. But if you do, you'll probably die.]

[But now it seems that Yuan has a bad temper.] Someone said, [He didn't even do anything to you, but you guys complained about him behind his back.]

Gao Ling thought, Yuan’s temper...is this a good thing?

Actually, judging by his behavior that day, I think so.

But there was one thing that none of Gao Ling and his friends told anyone.

In fact, no one of them mentioned that they had discussed the matter of "Yuan's death" in front of Yuan in the toilet.

…

The most excited ones in the group were the little girls, especially the younger ones.

What happened that day was still a bit too scary to talk about, so these people didn’t dare to talk about some details. After all, there were still a few children in the group.

But at this point, it seemed that the most excited ones were actually these kids, which made Gao Ling start to consider whether he should simply tell the story in a exaggerated way and tell it everything that happened that day. Maybe this way, these little brats wouldn't be so excited anymore.

[Why do you care what they do?] Someone in the group whispered, [Those little brats are all scheming. They must have some means of saving their lives to have lived to this age. I heard that one of the girls has a relationship with a Taoist priest.]

[It has something to do with Taoist priests…] Gao Ling said incredulously, [Why are you still interested in Yuan? Isn’t this a bit weird?]

[Why do you care what star the little girl is chasing?] The man said, [Don't worry, kids nowadays are very smart.]

[Does her family know about her fandom? ]

[Probably not. ]

[Does she know what kind of monster Yuan is? ]

[I definitely know.]

[Then...] Gao Ling was halfway through his sentence when he realized he couldn't continue. He tapped his head with a slight headache.

She thought back to the little girl who was related to the Taoist priest. She seemed to be the most excited in the group. While asking Yuan how badly he was injured, she kept imitating the howling of a hungry wolf in the group.

Could it be that he is hoping Yuan will die soon? Gao Ling thought weakly.

After all... a Taoist priest? She now knew that the demon exorcist in the Demon Records was actually a Taoist priest in reality.

The particularly excited girls in the group were still talking at two in the morning. Two of them were in junior high school and one had just entered high school. They were all on vacation now, so they stayed up very late.

[What if Yuan gets hurt?] One of the little girls said, [In the yearbook distributed during the Chinese New Year, he was the representative of the year's monsters. It's only his first year, and he's already like this... But apart from us, I guess no one knows that his health is so poor.]

[Yearbook? What is a yearbook? ] Someone asked.

[Those who are included in the yearbook are generally considered to be great generals among monsters or humans.] The little girl said, [It is equivalent to the kind of military awe. Every year, humans select a few capable fighters, and monsters select a few capable fighters. Both sides demonstrate against each other, and then brag about each other on the surface.]

[Yearbook? Is that the yearbook that the monster and humans created together?] Another little girl asked, [Take a picture and show it to us.]

The girl paused for a moment and sent a picture. The picture was a gold-plated book page with a small head of Yuan on it and a sentence below it:

[The last glimmer of the Blood Jade Demon Army. ]

The people in the group looked at each other in bewilderment, and suddenly someone asked, "The last afterglow? Isn't he a traitor... Who wrote this?"

[It was jointly drafted and released by the human and monster officials. However, since humans are a bit stronger at the moment, humans have a bigger say.] The little girl said, [So it's obvious that this was written by us... The Blood Jade Monster Army is a well-known brand among Taoist priests. It's very cool to talk about it. I don't know why the monsters dislike it so much.]

[…So.] Gao Ling said, [Is this evaluation actually given to him by humans?]

【I guess so.】

Gao Ling stared at the picture for a long time, and suddenly took out a book about monsters from the bookshelf.

It also clearly stated "Yuan is a traitor"; these words were said by the great monster named Yu Wu.

Gao Ling compared them with each other and suddenly didn't know what to say.

What is this called...

Your friends didn't recognize you, and the people who finally recognized you were your enemies?

So...what did you feel when you saw this yearbook?

…

"It's almost healed now." Yuan Yuanyuan looked down, "It was almost dead, now there's just a small cut..."

She took out the purple medicine next to her and applied it to the cut on her chest. The surrounding area was covered with the indelible purple color, which looked dirty.

Yuan Yuanyuan waited for it to dry naturally, put the clothes back down, and then picked up the soup on the table and drank it all.

"Boss, how come you don't gain weight?" Liu An asked.

He was holding a small notebook in his hand. Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't remember how many notebooks he had changed, but he changed them very quickly. It seemed that he was more diligent than Tang Shi, the senior high school student.

"It may be because of my natural talent," Yuan Yuanyuan said, "or it may be because I have been too busy recently."

She has been busy looking for other books to read recently... It seems that since she finished reading the Blood Jade Demon Art, she has nothing else to do, so she seems a little empty and bored.

Yuan Yuanyuan waited calmly for twelve o'clock as usual. Today was the Monday issue of Monster Records. She ate snacks and drank tea as usual, waiting for the clock outside to ring, and then she would start updating Monster Records.

I have used several issues in a row to describe a cool scene of Fanning. This guy has actually recently unlocked his necromancer skills and can even talk to ghosts.

Ever since he started working in that place that looked like a research institute and was full of corpses, all the ghosts became inexplicably close to him after seeing him. This means that if a fight breaks out in the future, the ghosts might be able to help him block a few bullets.

So what is the relationship between the ghost clan and the demon clan?

Yuan Yuanyuan spat out the melon seed shells while thinking that the relationship between the two was actually very close... the ghost clan includes the demon clan, and the demon clan includes the ghost clan.

In a book I read before, it was mentioned that a long time ago, demons and ghosts were inseparable, but later, the ghost clan was gradually divided into upper, middle and lower levels, and finally the "celestial ghost" in the ghost clan became a monster... or a god among humans.

It is quite troublesome to break this thing down into pieces, just like distinguishing what is a complex decomposition reaction, what is an acid-base neutralization reaction, what is precipitation and what is not precipitation in the college entrance examination... Basically, except for those who specialize in this, few people can tell them apart, so Yuan Yuanyuan just took a casual glance at it.

But if you think about this thing carefully...it's actually quite amazing. Yuan Yuanyuan thought, this is equivalent to some monsters being directly friendly to Fanning. In the later stages, this will definitely be an amazing cheat.

She shook her head, listened to the bell outside, and was about to open the comic to see how Farning was torturing her little heart, when Liu An suddenly poked his head out, "Boss? I have something to do today, so I may not be back."

"Okay, go ahead." Yuan Yuanyuan waved her hand.

She opened the comic, looked at the latest issue, and when the cover appeared, she was suddenly stunned.

Today’s cover…is her.

However, this cover is a very stunning picture that will definitely make anyone who sees it shudder.

[Oh my god, this is such a suggestive picture.] People in the group exclaimed when they saw the cover.

[Who said that Yuan could bear the injury before... Now you are relieved, really relieved, Ji Qiu has already hinted at it. ]

Yuan on the cover is still wearing all black. He always dresses casually, mostly casual clothes, mostly black, without any decorations. Such clothes are only supported by his figure.

So now the good ones who are selling Yuan are all those with good figures. Yuan's clothes are too figure-flattering, and it won't look right when worn by those with a little bit of flesh.

Yuan was wearing casual clothes with a pot of tea beside him. He was sitting on a corridor, watching the sunset leisurely.

Half of the setting sun hit his face and half didn't, making his face half dark and half sunny.

The half of his face exposed to the sun was a very handsome face.

His eyes were very deep, his nose was high, and there was almost no flaw on his face.

However, there is something different on the other half of the face...

The other half of his face, from under his eye sockets to his cheekbones, was a mass of white bones...

The name of this magazine is "Return from Prison".

[…Oh my god, what does this mean?] Someone asked, [Is this… an image technique? Return from hell? Return from hell?]

[Indeed... it fits the theme quite well.] Someone said, [So pretty, this is the first time I think Yuan is pretty, I used to think he was rough... Now I see, he is indeed the one who pretended to be Ran Niang.]

…

Yuan Yuanyuan lowered her head and touched her chest.

Is this... a transfer of the wound on my chest to my face?

...How big is the hatred?

She looked at the person on the cover. The painting by Ji Qiu was actually quite beautiful. It looked like one of those Ukiyo-e paintings that depicted skulls and beauties.

The Yuan in the painting is not idle either.

[He was using a brush dipped in vermilion to carefully paint on the half of his face that showed the bones.]

[A scarlet flower bloomed on his left cheek, taking up half of his face... just like a new bud on a vine.]

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at it and then looked down at her chest, where she saw a large patch of purple flowers that were neither dirty nor trashy.

Mr. Purple Potion.

...I'm really troublesome to give me some artistic processing after rubbing it like this, Comrade Ji Qiu.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the "Yuan" in the comic again and began a triple denial.

——Who is this pervert?

——It’s not me.

——I don’t know him.

Speaking of which...

Yuan Yuanyuan gestured this posture again, and then a conflicted expression gradually appeared on her face.

If I'm hurt there, won't I leak water when I drink it? If I sleep on my side at night, won't I drool?