The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

There were only a few minutes left in this class so far. Jiang Beiyu chatted with them for a while, and finally dismissed the get out of class.

It's winter time, especially early in the morning, and it's snowing again today.

Some people still want to go out and play in the snow while staring at the biting cold wind.

But this group of people does not include this group of academic masters.

At this time of the day, the most suitable thing is to lie under the covers, and it is already very good to be able to crawl out to class.

Now after class, some people will immediately go to the next class to close their eyes and rest their minds or race against time to solve the problems.

After all, it is the new college entrance examination policy.

Many students have chosen different subjects.

People like Du Zijin chose geography.

And the amazing thing is, usually she gets the highest score in geography.

The ranking in the grade is often the top five.

However, it hasn't been long since this policy was implemented in Beijing. This is the second time for Su Nanzhi, and there are not a few students who have chosen Lihuasheng and Lizhengdi in a proper manner.

But for this group of contestants, the most important thing now is mathematics.

Even the math teacher Lao Xiong usually uses the thinking of competition to solve the finale problem when he talks about it in class.

The past two days have passed peacefully like this. Those who packed their luggage packed up their luggage, and everyone neatly embarked on the journey of the winter camp.

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In the dark aisle, someone walked through with light steps, the cold wind swept his robe with fluttering snow, and even the hair of the person who came came was stained with flying snow, and the top of his head was covered with white spots.

But such a dark road seems to have brought more bleakness to the occasion.

Finally, that figure stopped in a house.

He opened his mouth, and before he even had time to open his mouth, he suddenly knelt down on one knee uncontrollably, covering his chest with his hands, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He didn't have time to care about the wound on his body, but hurriedly cupped his hands towards the closed wooden door and said, "Master, please forgive me, Changqing knows his mistake."

After Su Nanzhi beheaded and killed Yu that day, the two priests who were sent to the hospital also became experts in the world who could only be contacted on Xuanwang.

As for Daoist Yun Qi, as a lucky son who has gone through such dangers but is almost unscathed, he will be discharged from the hospital soon.

But unfortunately, the assistant he brought was the first person to rush out after the sacrificial formation was broken and the door of the room was opened.

According to what Feng Rui and Qin Luoshu saw, when they rushed out, they only saw him lying in a pool of blood, his whole body twitching, but luckily, he was rescued.

It can be described as a narrow escape.

Because when he was in the Beijing People's Hospital, he had issued a critical illness notice. It was Feng Rui himself who had a lot of money, and spent a lot of money to hire highly respected experts from the United States to perform a new operation on him, so that he could save this life from hell. Pull back.

As for Daoist Changqing, his injury is not serious, nor is it mild. In short, his wound was fine and he was discharged from the hospital.

And then, now.

When his wound had not fully healed, he knelt down to a wooden door in such a deserted alleyway and begged for mercy.

After a long while, there seemed to be the laughter of some little ghosts in his ears.

more than one.

"Hey hey..."

Those little ghosts squatted on the edge of the wooden door with their hands and feet together, looking at Taoist Changqing, grinned at him, showing their fangs, as if they were laughing at him.

Today’s 8000 word update~ It’s just a small and ordinary addition, I hope everyone will enjoy watching~