Douluo: random item drop

He hurriedly spread his limbs to increase his area and thereby increase wind resistance.

The falling speed has slowed down to a certain extent, but this is not a way to save his life, so Zhengyang quickly releases the blue silver grass martial spirit. He wants to use the flexibility of the blue silver grass to weave a parachute. Only then can he fall by himself. The speed can become smooth and safe.

Zhengyang's idea is good, but it is indeed extremely difficult to operate. The traceable Blue Silver Grass wallet he compiled when he was bored was such a small thing. It took a lot of energy and time to complete it. How easy is it to program a parachute?

One, two, intertwined, entangled, and then weaved into a tic-tac-toe shape, slightly tightened, but then dispersed by the airflow during the fall. The tough blue silver grass was as brittle as a biscuit at this speed.

The inability to withstand such an impact means that the speed of falling cannot be reduced. Zhengyang looked at the gradually enlarging ground and smiled bitterly.

"This is called a ** surprise, Douluo Continent, I want nothing more."

Fear is reserved for the living. Zhengyang, who has already died once, is naturally not afraid at all, but feels that everything is a bit dramatic.

The body is still falling. After falling at an altitude of nearly 2000 meters, Zhengyang has no chance of survival. It all seems like a dead end, but is the result really like this?

Dark light gathered between the eyebrows, and Zhengyang released a large amount of soul power, forming a barrier in front of him. At the same time, the personal armor gradually condensed under the clothes, and the Purple Demon Eyes were fully opened, looking at the ground, calculating the distance. The height of the ground.

"You can only use your whole body strength to strengthen the armor when it touches the ground. If you can resist it, I will chase you to the end of the world! I still have to..."

"What else do you want?"

When Zhengyang was highly concentrated to face the crisis, when Zhengyang was preparing to use all his trump cards to survive, when Zhengyang was making harsh words and preparing to die, Yuwan's soft voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

The voice was like the sound of nature, and Zhengyang quickly looked sideways.

"Yu, Teacher Yuwan." Zhengyang's little heart was beating wildly. He was initially afraid that Yuwan was his imagination, but he quickly rejected this idea.

"What's wrong? You look scared?!"

Yuwan's expression was smiling, but Zhengyang had no time to pay attention to anything and said nonchalantly: "Help me!"

Seeing Zhengyang's expression and reaction, Yuwan nodded with satisfaction, then stretched out her hands and dragged him up from his armpits.

Seeing that he had stopped falling, Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his neck and looked at Yuwan, who was flying with him.

The huge blue wings covered the sun, and Yuwan's proud peaks also covered the wings from Zhengyang's sight. She blushed and lowered her head quickly.

"Teacher Yuwan, how did you know I was in danger?"

Yuwan laughed when she heard it.

"Because... I was the one who threw you into the sky." Yuwan's tone was a little playful, like a child who succeeded in playing a prank.

Zhengyang didn't react for a while.

"what do you mean?"

"Seeing your reaction when falling from a high altitude, I gave you a score of 85. In the end, I didn't see your ability, but I estimate that you won't survive at such a height," Yuwan said.

Her words did not answer Zhengyang's question, but what she said undoubtedly gave affirmation.

'Young Master, I will chase you to the end of the world!Also...'

'Chased to the ends of the earth!Also...'

'Catch...'

Chasing Yu Wan?Chasing Yuwan?

Recalling the cruel words he had said before, Zhengyang quickly shook his head, nonsense, Tietie's nonsense!

"Teacher Yuwan, why do you do this?" Zhengyang continued to ask, feeling very puzzled about this.

Everything has to have a reason. You can't just throw me up high in the sky and wander around because I'm too handsome, right?

"Well, I just want to see you sleeping so happily. How about a walk? Isn't it exciting?"

'wtf! ' Zhengyang cursed secretly in his heart.

"No, it's just easy to kill someone."

"I'm a teacher! Classmate Zhengyang, you don't trust me."

Zhengyang was speechless and just silently lifted his pants. Fortunately, they were not wet.

"Your reaction is much better than that of the last freshmen. Many boys were not only frightened but also dizzy and peeing in the air. The scene at that time..." Yuwan continued.

Zhengyang laughed dryly and lifted up his pants again. Fortunately, they were not wet...

...

Soon, Yuwan brought Zhengyang to the playground.

On the way, Yuwan stopped joking. She explained the matter to Zhengyang carefully. It was not a prank. Every student who enters Wuhun Academy will experience this kind of death once in the first grade. Fear, in order to ensure the authenticity of the experience, no one knows, and no one knows when this will happen.

"So, I am the first lucky person in the class?"

"Yeah, don't cry in despair. It's a rare experience."

"I'd rather not!"

"Haha, hurry up and I'll organize the students first." Yuwan said and flew away.

Because it was Zhengyang's first experience, his legs were weak and he could only walk slowly towards the position of Class [-].

Under the shade of a large tree on one side of the playground, students from Class [-] gather there. Some students sit cross-legged and meditate, but the noisy environment must not be efficient.

Except for those who were meditating, most of the others were chatting and dazed. When the person who was "releasing" saw Yu Wan, he hurriedly said: "The teacher is here, stand up quickly!"

When they heard the teacher coming, everyone stopped what they were doing, including the children who were meditating and were woken up by their companions.

"Not bad, at least there's no shortage of people." Yuwan walked over and said.

The students in Class [-] stood upright. Suddenly a student stepped out of the line and said, "Teacher, one student is not here!"

Yuwan nodded.

"No, the number of people is just right."

The student smiled as if he had succeeded.

"Teacher, I'm a new student who came in the morning. I haven't seen anyone since the afternoon."

Yu Wan pursed her lips when she heard this.

"Don't worry about him. Everyone comes here to collect the serial number in the order of last week, and then I will announce the rules."

After Yuwan finished speaking, the student was stunned.

"No, teacher, don't you care if he skips class?!"

"Click" (the sound of electric current)

People around the boy immediately smelled a burning smell.

"Can't you hear what I say? Have you forgotten your serial numbers?!"

After Yuwan finished speaking, she retracted her outstretched fingers. With a slight movement of her soul power, cards with numbers flew out from the small bag at her waist.

"Yes, I'm sorry." The boy hurried back to the team. His embarrassed appearance made his classmates want to laugh, but due to Yuwan's majesty, he could only hold it in his stomach.