I'm being watched by a sword

Chapter 447 Conscious Stripping
The lobby of the library building.

Hearing the elder brother begging for mercy, Qiu Yu opened his mouth, trying to get close to Lu Shan, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

Lu Shan glanced at Qiu Yu and asked, "Senior Sister, I think you want to chat with me, what do you want to say?"

Qiu Yu waved her hands again and again, and said repeatedly: "No, I have something to do, so let's go."

After all, she disappeared without a trace, feeling a big hole was punched in her heart, and tremblingly said to herself:
"I made some jokes with him before, I don't know if he holds grudges?"

"Ahhhh, seeing him like that is definitely holding a grudge, am I causing myself a lot of trouble?"

If Lu Shan knew what Qiu Yu was thinking, he would definitely take a deep look in the direction where she left, and said with an evil smile:
"Gu Liang, please straighten your last question mark!"

However, he doesn't know his mind, so naturally he doesn't know Qiu Yu's thoughts.

At this moment, with no one to guide him, he could only sit in a daze on the long chair in the hall and think about things——

Those intertwined fiery red flames!

"Nonsence!"

With a mouthful of spitting, Lu Shan expelled the filth in his heart, looked down at the clean marble floor of the hall, and his own reflection.

Suddenly, a pair of smooth long legs stepped on his reflection, instantly pulling him out of his sluggishness.

Lu Shan raised his head slowly, and saw a white as lacquer-

Ghost mask!

"You are?" He looked at the ghostly face, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Hehe." The ghost-faced girl chuckled lightly.

After the cold laughter, her voice became unwavering: "The number one fighting force under the natural history, the Nirvana White Ghost—Xian Ji!"

Then, there was a ghostly cold light in her eyes: "You, I haven't seen you, who are you?"

Lu Shan smiled, imitating the woman's way of introduction, and said, "Jianyuan, oh no, the master of the Mountain Alliance——Lu Shan!"

The ghost-faced female voice said quietly: "Mountain League? What organization? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Lu Shan replied: "It's just been established, and it's not well-known yet. But,..."

After a pause, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he smiled slowly: "However, I can guarantee that within the next ten years, this name will be heard throughout the world!"

Ghost Face Girl chuckled again: "Really? I will wait and see!"

After finishing speaking, she walked away again with long, slender and straight legs, as if she was just passing by, asking for a gossip.

Looking at the swaying figure of the ghost-faced girl, Lu Shan was puzzled:

"The Nirvana White Ghost—Xian Ji? If she is really the second combat power of the naturalist, why haven't I heard of such a number one character?"

...

Chang Douzi's carefree nest.

The blue-shirted swordsman lay on his back on the ground, feeling that his ribs were about to break.

Chang Douzi put on a nightgown.

Looking over the half-open nightgown, one could vaguely see the magic patterns on his body that were as dazzling as flashing lights.

Throwing out a black pill, he scolded angrily: "You son of a bitch, let go of your fart!"

The blue-shirted swordsman took the pill, swallowed it quickly, and said pitifully:

"Someone passed the test, got the entry key to our natural history, and comprehended the first chapter of the Subduing Demon Pestle!"

Chang Douzi didn't even bat an eye when he heard that someone had passed the natural history test and obtained the entry key.

However, when he heard that someone had comprehended the first chapter of Jiang Mo Chuan, his eyes became extremely bright in an instant.

Chang Douzi walked up to the blue-shirted swordsman, squatted down, and asked:

"Are you sure he comprehended the first part of the book Subduing the Demon Pestle, not other messy things?"

The blue-shirted swordsman nodded heavily, and quickly responded: "I'm sure! I'm sure!"

Chang Douzi chuckled and said, "Are you sure?"

The blue-shirted swordsman suddenly thought of something, shook his head repeatedly and said: "Master, I don't know, I don't know anything!"

Chang Douzi gently touched the blue shirt swordsman's head, and said with a smile:
"What a child can teach!"

"You are much stronger than your brother's elm head. But, your talent is not as high as his!"

The blue-shirted swordsman blushed, and said to himself: "Master, can you stop speaking so frankly the words that touch people's hearts?"

Just at this time, a woman with an enchanting figure and a moon-like face walked out of Chang Douzi's room gracefully.

The woman glanced at the blue-shirted swordsman and said, "Is this the little guy from back then?"

Chang Douzi nodded.

The woman chuckled, and slowly talked about the embarrassing story of the blue-shirted swordsman:

"Because your younger brother got the entry key to join the museum, you just wanted to join in. Unexpectedly, you really got the entry key by chance."

Chang Douzi snorted: "He's just an incompetent guy!"

The blue-shirted swordsman looked embarrassed, and quickly explained:
"Master, everyone has their own strengths. You just value violence too much. I have been managing the library for so many years!"

Chang Douzi was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Oh? Is that so?"

The swordsman in blue shirt nodded, expressing his grievance.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, walked to Chang Douzi's side, and said:

"Brother Douzi, you can take care of the housework, I'll leave first. Hehe, remember not to let people disturb us next time!"

Then, she took out a small and exquisite purple wind chime, shook it lightly, and her figure disappeared into the corridor like a wisp of green smoke.

Seeing the woman leave, Chang Douzi glanced at the blue-shirted swordsman, and frowned, his already hostile face became even more hostile.

The blue-shirted swordsman trembled all over, and quickly shrank into a ball, fearing that he would become someone's tool to vent his dissatisfaction again.

Chang Douzi ignored him, just took a look at this useless immortal disciple, and walked away directly.

boom!Whoosh!

As soon as he arrived at the library lobby, the fire stick in his hand caught fire instantly, and the burning speed was astonishing.

Lu Shan, who was sitting on the bench, looked up at the fire stick.

I only felt a buzzing sound in my mind, lost all consciousness in an instant, passed out in an instant, and fell into a deep coma.

Moreover, consciousness is dissociated!

Chang Douzi looked at Lu Shan who was unconscious on the bench, with a slight smile on his handsome face, and said to himself indifferently:
"I didn't expect this guy to be able to comprehend the first part of the subduing magic pestle, but I don't know if I can strip the traces of that exercise from his consciousness!"

However, just as he was about to continue to withdraw from Lu Shan's consciousness, he suddenly felt a tremor in his soul, and a bright halo directly cut off the conscious connection between the two.

He suddenly felt a turmoil in his mind, and his sea of ​​consciousness almost collapsed.

Rubbing between his brows, Chang Douzi asked doubtfully, "What the hell is that? Could it be..."

Suddenly thinking of a certain possibility, he said in shock: "Sword species!"

After being silent for a long time, he gave up the consciousness of peeling off Lu Shan again, and said to himself: "Fuck, this is a hard stubble!"

(End of this chapter)