Douluo's Gourd

With Nidia's help, Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun returned to the dormitory smoothly.

Dormitory door...

Ma Hongjun was very discerning and immediately slipped away, leaving only Wang Xiaofeng and Nidia behind.

"It's time to live. It's getting late, you should go back quickly, or it would be bad if you miss dinner."

The participating academies of the Star Luo Empire were arranged to rest at the easternmost side of Wuhun City, while Wang Xiaofeng and the others lived at the westernmost side.

The distance between the two spans the entire Wuhun City, Wang Xiaofeng's words seem to make sense at first glance.

Netia stomped her feet angrily: "Hey, if you just drive me away after you haven't seen each other for so long, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"What are you talking about?" Wang Xiaofeng thought for a while, then nodded suddenly: "Oh, that's what you said."

Wang Xiaofeng took out a small box from the soul guide: "You said in your letter that the ginseng doll's ginseng slices are beneficial to your monthly genus..."

"Idiot, how can you say such a private thing in public." Nidia quickly covered Wang Xiaofeng's mouth.

The distance between the two of them suddenly shortened to the closest level, and their breathing could be heard.

Nidia breathed a little shortly: "I'm such an idiot, I actually expect you."

The icy fragrant lips continued to enlarge in sight, Wang Xiaofeng subconsciously used his hands to protect his chest out of self-protection.

There was a slight chill on his face, and in the blink of an eye, Nidia's figure had already flashed five meters away.

At the same time, the box in his hand also disappeared.

"Don't get me wrong, in the etiquette of the Star Luo Empire, friends who haven't seen each other for a long time should kiss each other on the cheek."

By the time the last word reached Wang Xiaofeng's ears, Nidia's figure had long since disappeared at the end of the road.

"The world is so big, there are all kinds of weird etiquette." Wang Xiaofeng wiped the drool on his face: "Why are you running so fast, you don't even say goodbye."

But since he is a participating student of Xing Luo, he should be able to meet him tomorrow.

As soon as Wang Xiaofeng turned his head, he saw thirteen round heads peeping from the wall.

Flender stood up straight as if nothing had happened: "Take a walk after the meal and live to nine hundred and ninety, old Zhao, are your leg cramps getting better?"

By moving his legs, Zao Wou-ki actually left with an excuse: "Hey, once you say that, my feet won't twitch."

"Really? Then go on for a walk?"

"Walking, walking!"

The two sang together and quickly fled the land of right and wrong.

Dai Mubai's eyes lit up: "Ahem, Zhuqing, didn't you fancy a necklace before?"

Seeing Dai Mubai's exaggerated performance, Zhu Zhuqing glanced at him, and reluctantly responded: "...um"

Grasping Zhu Zhuqing's slender hand, Dai Mubai said, "Then what are you waiting for, action is worse than excitement, let's go buy it quickly."

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that the clothes hanging on the balcony have not been confiscated..."

Everyone followed suit and left with lame excuses, and the crowded gate suddenly became empty.

Only Ma Hongjun, whose fat face was wrinkled because of deep thinking, was left.

Wang Xiaofeng said with a smile: "Fatty, do you know how pigs die?"

Ma Hongjun didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, and asked blankly: "How did you die?"

"Stupid!"

"...Ah, ah!"

After this day, an urban legend named "The Cryer" began to spread inexplicably among the fifteen colleges.

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