Chapter 475:

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The scene flew away outside the window, and my eyes were at a loss. I closed my eyes and rested. However, Lisa on the side couldn't stop at all, plus Vija, who was sitting in front, was also a good talker. The two of them were together, and they were never quiet along the way.
"Here!" Vija pointed to the school not far in front of the car.
"Here? Here?" Lisa looked at the school getting closer and closer, but his original interest was mostly lost. "It's nothing! I really don't know why the guy named McGonagall has to come here to be a teacher!"
"Meg?" I was surprised and opened my eyes.
"What's the matter? Is his name that terrible?" Lisa teased.
I glared at her, without reason, turned around and asked Sinmo who were sitting forward, "Meg went to school? Did you accept him?"
"Come! Of course! I finally survived that massacre. Besides, he is still our tutor, isn't he? Jing!" Wija replied first.
"Humph!" He snorted and asked Sinmo directly, "I asked Little Gray to tell you, he forgot?"
"No." Sinmo replied.
"Then why is this?" I curiously looked at his somewhat contradictory expression at this time, "Could it be the shortage of school teachers?"
"Of course not, but sometimes, putting uncertain enemies in front of you is the best way." Sinmo's gentlemanly smile raised again, I just yawned and continued to close my eyes until they Tell me to get off.
"Now we all live in this house, Jinger, you can live with me on the second floor! Anyway, there is still an empty room." Jiaara walked in all the way, lowering his head and said when others were not paying attention. "I'm really sorry just now, I didn't mean to say you."
"It's okay." I said indifferently. I have never paid attention to these things. In fact, for a vampire, if even these little things are in mind, then his life will only be more sad.
"That would be great, okay, let's go!" Then she took me to run.
"Short" turned out that the one she pulled happened to be the left hand. It didn't matter if I pulled it like this, but now the wound on my left chest is burning like a fire, and it hurts me to scream.
"Jing!" "Jing'er!" "Luvian!" "How are you? Does the wound hurt again?" The people around couldn't help but call out nervously.
"No... It's okay." I pulled my hand back, clutching my chest, "Shu Le! Take me to the room."
"Yes! Master!" As he said, Shu Le picked me up and jumped upstairs, and I looked back at the people waiting behind me, "Good night, see you tomorrow."
"Jing'er, are you really okay?" Sinmo shouted.
"It's okay, Lisa will leave it to you." With food, I'll be fine. All I need now is rest, and I don’t want to get such time with them.
"Then take care of your injuries!" Sinmo nodded knowingly, and then led them to a room on the back of the first floor.
I lay in bed and rested, but thinking back to the scene that happened today, that school, my heart was restless, "Could it be that it was another night school?"
But Shu Le on the side didn't have so many worries. He sat in a chair and took a rest with his eyes closed.
Looking at him like this, I just feel that I have done something wrong again, a consequence that may be too great for me to bear, but now that this is the case, there is nothing I can do besides waiting for it to come. What?
Closing my eyes, I feel his presence. He is an angel and a friend of the sweeper. His name is Shu Le. Apart from this, I don’t know him at all, but now he only knows the master, except for the master or Master, but what did my master do to him?
Turning his head helplessly, passing his eyes to the inside of the bed, pulling the quilt over his head, just not to hear anything.
Just let this kind of self fall asleep slowly. Seven days, soon after, maybe you can stop thinking about these things at that time, or someone will think about it with me and think for me.
I woke up the next day, so in the afternoon, I rubbed my loose eyes. I slept very well last night, so when I got up, my chest didn’t hurt anymore, and my whole body was strengthened. I got out of bed and came to the window. , I opened the curtain to let the sun shine all over my body.
"the host!"
"What's the matter?" He has always been there. Since his resurrection, he hasn't left my side. Although he was a little uncomfortable at first, he slowly accepted it.
"Someone just asked the master to go out for dinner, but when I saw the master fell asleep, I didn't wake you up." He replied.
"Oh, then go now!" In fact, I forgot to be hungry after a day of tossing yesterday, but now I wake up, all my senses are sharpened, especially my stomach, I have started to drum softly, and I turned back. "You should be hungry too?"
"Yes, Master." So I took him out of the small building. Sinmo and the others will naturally not come out at this time, so I walked all the way to the student restaurant based on my memory.
"Master!" Shu Le suddenly pulled me behind him, and his sharp eyes stared straight ahead.
"It's you?" I was not surprised, "Are you still here?"
"Do you remember me? No memory loss?" He smiled warmly, remembering that I thought of him as an angel, because he had the warmest smile, but today, I firmly believe that he is not an angel, because a real angel is forever Can't laugh at the temperature.
"Huh!" I sneered, "Where is lace?"
"She? Have you seen her?" He suddenly asked nervously.
"I saw it, but it was more than a month ago." I remember that it was before Xiaoya's death, in front of the black hole of the earl's mansion. Thinking of this, suddenly my heart flashed. Could it be that she saved Hong Wu?
"Where is she now?" he asked concerned.
I shook my head, "I don't know, maybe I will go back, maybe I will follow the red dance!"
"Hong Wu? Her child!" Weihe slowly recalled the past, and Hong Wu's appearance gradually emerged. In fact, Sovereign's son did not look like her at all.
"Well, but I'm missing now." I sighed and continued to walk forward, and Viher naturally followed along, but he looked back at Shule from time to time, and he felt the power of Shule.
"Oh, I hope he and Sover are okay." He sighed and walked into the restaurant with me. It turned out that nothing has changed here, even the table and chairs in the restaurant are the same.
Seeing everything in front of me, I just walked to the familiar table.
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