Nezha Breeding Manual

There are only two classes on Friday afternoon, and it will be considered a weekend vacation after finishing the class.

Before she walked out of the teaching building, Ye Wanqiu was stopped by He Min who was chasing up from behind, and asked her if she planned to attend Professor Mo Yan's lecture.Ye Wanqiu thought for a while or shook his head, excused that he had something to do, and forget about the lectures.But it was actually because when she thought of the number of creatures in the lecture hall that made her scalp tingle, as well as those mixed and strong smells, she felt that she was really not suitable to participate in this kind of group activity.

If it wasn't for the coincidence that she met Nezha last time, she wouldn't have been able to take part in the play.

This sad sense of smell and sad racial differences... She can't hope that she will always be so lucky, every time she goes to a crowded place, she can meet this third prince god, right?

But then again, Ye Wanqiu has always wondered why his abnormal sense of smell would be alleviated to nearly normal as soon as he met Nezha.Mingming Shuchen and Minghuang are also gods, but their existence is completely different.This kind of operation that only fails on a specific creature is simply incomparable, and there is a dangerous tendency to rely on it.

She felt like an unlucky person living in a slum. She was already used to this kind of life of lack of water and food, and she thought that she could only live like this in her life.But unexpectedly one day, she was thrown into a warm and comfortable palace, experienced another kind of heavenly life, and then was thrown back again.

This strong contrast is extremely addictive.

The most direct change is that before, Ye Wanqiu could completely tolerate being in the same classroom with twenty or so non-human students of the same major, and he could basically keep his face unchanged.

But now she has to wear a mask to get used to it.

And the more she went to a place with a large number of students, the more she missed Nezha and the cool and elegant lotus fragrance on him. When she thought about it, it was as uncomfortable as drug/addiction/fat/occurrence, a vicious circle.Therefore, after that drama activity ended, Ye Wanqiu began to consciously avoid all group activities around him, pushing as much as he could, and biting the bullet if he couldn't.

A few days ago, wearing a vest, she went to a famous forum in human society to post a post asking for help.Roughly speaking, if you are a person who can only afford an old-fashioned electric fan, but one day you accidentally enjoyed an air conditioner and you never forget about the air conditioner, and there is no other substitute, what should you do in this situation? ?

Three days later, this help post became popular, and there were various answers in it:

such as,

——"I know this kind of plot, and the overlord Mary Su has a lot of novels. It's really almost the National Day, is the primary school student like the subject starting to skip class and run amok?"

——"Rational analysis, people are like this, what you can't get is the best. Maybe what you want is not the air conditioner, and the change of seasons can also replace the role of the air conditioner. So the topic owner can try to give it to time solve."

——"My dear, the suggestion here is to get that air conditioner."

——"Agreed. We women, we must get what we want, let alone an air conditioner. Two words, fuck him!!"

—— "I just want to ask if the air conditioner is central? Yes, it is recommended to destroy it, and no, it is recommended to destroy it."

——"Just one word, I only say it once."

—— "Wait, am I the only one who cares about the electric fan?"

——"What are you doing with him? You're just staring blankly!"

So many kinds, countless.

Ye Wanqiu dragged the cursor all the way down to carefully read each reply, and finally returned to the interface of the first one, stared at that reply for a long time, and finally understood.The other party's reply was correct. My own experience was indeed as magical as some of the novels of the overlord Mary Su.

The difference is that she was the one who took the sick part of Ba Zong by mistake, but Nezha took the high-cold Marysu setting with the purified version of the top configuration.

As a result, she is now poor and sick.

To put it bluntly, poverty is the root of all evil!

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu suddenly felt a burst of worry, grief and indignation.

After buying a cup of fruit juice in the Sanchuan shop and packing it, Ye Wanqiu took it to Qinrenpo, where he was going to draw some new embroidery patterns.It will be the third prince's resurrection birthday and National Day soon, and it will also be a hot period for the family's business. She can help a little at school.

Sitting on the green and yellow lawn watching the monsters come and go on the street for a long time, Ye Wanqiu conceived a few satisfactory designs in his mind, and was about to draw them to see how the effect would be, but was caught by a The strange man who had been watching her from across the street for a while interrupted.

Ye Wanqiu stopped writing and looked up, "What's the matter?"

It smells like some kind of cedar and vetiver, a little overpowering, but a pleasant smell nonetheless.

"I thought you looked familiar when I just glanced over, but I didn't expect it to be you." The man looked at Ye Wanqiu with unconcealable surprise in his eyes, and raised his hand to salute as he said, "I've seen Fairy Wanqiu .”

"Ah?" Ye Wanqiu was startled, looked at him in confusion, stood up holding the drawing board and explained, "I'm not... I mean, I'm Ye Wanqiu, but I'm not a fairy. You made a mistake."

"Aren't you someone next to the Third Prince?" The man looked at her in surprise.Ye Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm not, you've got the wrong person."

"You are Ye Wanqiu, right?"

"Yes, I am Ye Wanqiu. But it's not what you said..."

"Then it can't be wrong." The man smiled heartily, "Although I have only been lucky enough to have met you a few times, I won't admit it. It's been thousands of years since Drowning Hai Jing changed, and it's good for the fairy to come back. Three The prince has been looking for you in the Six Realms for thousands of years, and finally found you as he wished."

Ye Wanqiu stared at him blankly, feeling that she could understand every word he said, but together they touched her blind spot of knowledge: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand at all?"

What drowning what 1000 years?This terrifyingly long unit of time measurement would never appear in her life, would it?

"Sorry, who are you? I don't remember seeing you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she smelled a condensed and long-lasting smell of cedar in the air, followed by a sinking of her shoulders.Ye Wanqiu turned around and saw Song Lv, their teaching director, standing behind her, with one hand on her shoulder, staring straight at the man in front of Ye Wanqiu. His brown eyes without any emotion looked like two inorganic A smooth glass ball with blue-green pupils.

"See Ancient God Songlu." The man knelt down respectfully.

"Get up." Song Lu dragged Ye Wanqiu behind him.

The man stood up and met Shangsongrui's eyes, his expression was not as natural as before, and began to become a little lax and stiff.

Song Lu looked at him indifferently, and the words he said were as pale as ice and snow, freezing all the senses and consciousness of the other party: "You mistook the person, she is not Ye Wanqiu. You have never seen this girl, and there is no one here, you Just passed by here."

Even though she knew that Song Lu was an ancient sect of illusion, and it was because of her illusion that other human students in the school accepted everything here very naturally.But when Ye Wanqiu saw with his own eyes how she brainwashed/brainwashed another creature, he still felt quite unbelievable.

After listening to Song Lv's words, the man left the place without a trace of resistance, as if what happened just now had never happened.

After watching him leave, Song Lu turned his head to look at the girl beside him: "In the future, if you meet someone you don't know but can call you by your name, you'd better not admit that you are Ye Wanqiu."

Ye Wanqiu froze for a moment, "Who the hell is he? Why did he know my name?"

Song Lu sighed helplessly, "He is the pioneer of the God Realm, and he came here because of the loosening of the crack seal. It was an accident that he met you."

"Those giant bluestone gates that release monsters from other worlds?"

"It seems that the third prince has already told you, it is indeed so."

"Then why did he know me? He also said that I belonged to the third prince? What else is more than 1000 years ago? What is he talking about?"

Songlu rubbed her temple with a headache, put one hand on her hip, and did not answer her question.Ye Wanqiu was made a little anxious and nervous by her almost tacit attitude: "Teacher Song Lu?"

"I knew there would be such a day sooner or later. Come with me." As he spoke, Song Lu took Ye Wanqiu to the lecture hall where the lecture had just ended, and found Mo Yan, the God of Dreams, who was about to leave.

At this time, there were still some students in the lecture hall who hadn't had time to leave, and the warm golden sunlight projected from the skylight scorched the various complex smells in the air.Old dust and rain stains accumulated on the windows, and the phantom light spots fell all over the ground, as fragile as if they would be broken at any time.

Ye Wanqiu couldn't hear what the two of them were whispering, all he knew was that Song Lv quickly patted her on the head, left a sentence "Stay here, there may be other people from the God Realm outside", and then left. Yan and she remained in the hall.

In all fairness, she was not familiar with this god in charge of dreams and spirits, and had only taken one of his elective courses.But Ye Wanqiu was deeply impressed by the strong spice smell mixed with spicy and floral fragrance on the opponent's body, and the slender tobacco rod that he was always holding on to in his hand, the smoke lingered lingeringly.Sometimes pine needles and tea leaves waft out, sometimes some more indescribable sandalwood smell.

Like his god, gloomy and elusive.

His eyes were blurred behind the smoke, making Ye Wanqiu think of snakes in the dark night inexplicably.

But even so, there must be some courtesy.So Ye Wanqiu took the initiative to say, "Hello, Professor Mo Yan."

Mo Yan smiled faintly, and stretched out his hand to disperse the smoke. There seemed to be endless clouds of cloudiness in his dark gray eyes: "I heard that you were almost recognized by the forerunner of the God Realm today?"

She nodded, then frowned and asked in confusion: "You said you recognized it? That means, what the first officer said just now is true?"

This trance feeling is like returning to the time when I first arrived at school, and everything around me is as magical as a dream.Only this time the protagonist became herself.

What did you say?

Skynet Huihui is here to catch you.

Mo Yan didn't answer directly, but just held the cigarette stick and blew out clouds in the shadows where the sun couldn't reach, and said, "It's not appropriate for me to answer this question, you'd better wait for the third prince to come back and ask him."

"He's back?"

"It's coming soon. Song Lv's efficiency has always been very high."

Ye Wanqiu was silent for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Did you know me early in the morning?" Mo Yan answered simply this time: "It is indeed so. Not only me, but also Minghuang, Suchen, Weili, Ajun, Qing Huan, Songlu, we all know you."

"What... what?" Ye Wanqiu was taken aback by what he said, and even reacted a little slowly.

But it was also at this time that she suddenly recalled the scene when she saw Ming Huang and A Jun in the planetarium, and the first time she saw Bai Wuchang and the others.

They've all said "come back" to her, or "welcome back" to her.

Ye Wanqiu only thought they were talking about her going back to school, but he didn't expect that what they said had a completely different meaning.

Mo Yan looked at the girl sitting in the auditorium with a face full of disbelief, and let out a sigh with a light smile, shaking the cigarette stick in his hand, spreading a layer of white mist, and said no more.

Not long after, the sky, which had been dim and dull, suddenly changed.The slender twilight suddenly burned at this moment, turning golden and red, scorching hot.

Mo Yan stood up, waved the cigarette stick in front of Ye Wanqiu, and pointed to the door: "Let's go, go out and see who's coming."

She followed Mo Yan out of the lecture hall to the hidden corner of the front hall on the first floor, and saw Nezha in red and silver armor just outside the door on the first floor, putting away the purple flame sharp gun in his hand and walking in Come in.The young man's extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes still carry the hostility that has not faded away because he has just returned from the battlefield, the sharpness and coldness are like peach blossoms covered with frost, the phoenix eyes are golden, and the killing intent is deep.

Even across the entire front hall and corridor, Ye Wanqiu could clearly smell the usual lotus fragrance on his body.It's just that this time, there are a few traces of demonic blood in the fragrance, which seems to be caused by too long exposure to the blood, but Nezha's clothes are clean.

She saw that Nezha seemed to want to go to the lecture hall where she and Mo Yan were just staying, but Song Lu quickly chased after her: "Nezha! I know how worried you are about her, but you can't keep hiding it like this Go on. This time it was an accident, but there will be another time, and another time. Unless you lock Ban Qiu in your Three Phoenix Palace 24 hours a day, the God Realm will know that she has returned sooner or later."

"Leave my business alone!" Nezha frowned, his voice so cold that it was a bit fierce.

Song Lu stopped in front of him without giving in: "This is not just your private matter, Nezha. You have seen the consequences of the loosening of those cracks, and the God Realm has also seen it. We have no way to completely repair it. Theirs, and neither can you. Only..."

"Don't touch her!" Nezha stared fiercely at the Teng Snake in front of him, and the murderous aura that hadn't calmed down in his golden pupils boiled once again.He almost uttered this sentence word by word, every syllable was polished to a sharp point by the knife, ready to cut the throat of any creature who dared to resist him at any time.

Ye Wanqiu was a little frightened by the fierceness and tyranny he had never seen before, turned his head to look at Mo Yan and asked, "Why is he so angry?"

Mo Yan breathed out a blue smoke ring in a good mood, and glanced at her with lowered eyelashes: "Because of you."

Ye Wanqiu was stunned, and when he was about to say something, he heard Song Lu say to Nezha in a still steady voice: "You are afraid."

When Nezha's eyebrows were pressed, the cinnabar between his eyebrows and the fire lotus lines at the corners of his eyes became more and more bright red, and it looked like a monster that was close to demonization.Song Lu looked directly at his cold golden eyes: "You are afraid that she will disappear suddenly like before, and you can't find it no matter how you look. So you would rather she didn't know anything, at least she is still in your sight now In the place where you can touch it. You can do anything for it."

"But Nezha, have you ever thought that if you let her ignorance of her own abilities be allowed, it will be easier for her to be discovered by the God Realm because she loses control. If you tell her everything, she will know how to protect herself. "

"Get out of the way." Nezha held his right hand falsely, and Huntianling immediately coiled around his arm, the outline of the purple flame spear looming in his hand, "You should know that your illusion doesn't work for me at all .”

Looking at this scene, Mo Yan clicked his tongue lightly, as if a little surprised: "He is much more seriously ill than I imagined."

"Sick?" Ye Wanqiu repeated subconsciously.

Mo Yan smiled grimly, dark gray eyes flickered:

"If you are sick, you have to take medicine."

After finishing speaking, he slammed Ye Wanqiu on the back and threw her out.

Ye Wanqiu didn't expect him to come like this at all, and was pushed by him so that he fell completely defenseless on the hard ground, and almost fell on his face, the pain was so painful that his eyes were filled with stars, and he couldn't help but yelled: "Hey—hold the grass— —!”

How can there be such a teacher who pushes students to block guns?

With this quality, is he still a teacher?

She propped her body up on the ground with her hands and shook her head, and was helped up by Nezha who walked over quickly: "Are you all right?"

"It's all right." Ye Wanqiu patted the ashes on his hands, feeling that his knees were really hurting, but slowly he could hold it back.

Song Lu looked at the girl suspiciously, and then looked around: "Why did you come out after falling?"

"I……"

As soon as she uttered a word, Mo Yan's leisurely and innocent voice came from behind: "That's right, I told you to run slower but you didn't listen, did you fall?"

"You!" Ye Wanqiu was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but after thinking about it, he didn't dare to say that he pushed him out, otherwise he would have to reveal what the two of them were eavesdropping just now.So he had no choice but to grit his teeth and admit his statement: "It's nothing, I ran too fast myself."

Nezha looked at her for a while, then turned his gaze to Mo Yan, the golden color in his eyes was undiminished, so intense that it was close to the darkness in the center of his pupils: "How much did you say?"

"Don't look at me like that with killing eyes, I didn't say anything." Mo Yan smiled, with a leisurely and natural attitude, "Talk slowly, let's go first."

After finishing speaking, he walked around them and raised his hand to Songlu in a simple salute: "Shunlu, the ancient god Shun'an."

Song Lu nodded as a response, and was about to speak, but caught a look at Mo Yan, hesitated for a while, and left with him.

The author has something to say: Due to physical reasons, this article has been changed to be updated every other day unless there are special circumstances. If there is a day that needs to be updated every two days, I will say it one day in advance, so as not to waste everyone's time and so on. I am really sorry.

By the way, in the next chapter, Ye Zi will know about the past between her and Ouba.Chumi, I love you!