"Then we can only wait until Murong comes back."

Song Quwu drooped his eyelids and turned to leave, but was stopped by Chen Yanjun again.

"What do you use this hook for?"

Song Quwu said without changing his expression:

"It has hooked eyelids, cantilevered head, and tapered buttocks. They are all used to help you stay up late studying."

Saying this, Song Quwu put away his soul-drawing sword, turned around, left the lake, and went back to the second floor to study.

Hook eyelid... As expected of you!

Chen Yanjun admires Senior Sister Song very much.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Chen Yanjun also jumped to the fourth floor and was resting on the couch for a while...

When I woke up, the sun was shining brightly.

Chen Yanjun suddenly felt a little suffocated.

Open your eyes and look through the window.

The Yinhu Palace, or to be precise, the forbidden foot formation outside the Yinhu Palace, was entangled and squeezed by a dragon.

Chen Yanjun walked out of the door quickly.

Only then did I realize that this was not a dragon, but a huge cyan dragon-shaped shadow, exuding a third-level pressure, which seemed to be stronger than Lord Sizheng's foot confinement formation!

On the lake outside the foot confinement formation, a middle-aged man wearing prison uniform stood with his feet an inch apart, standing in the lake water with his hands behind his back, staring at Chen Yanjun from a distance.

"Are you a fellow rebel?"

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Chapter completed!