Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

Mandola doesn't have the strength to fight against Mo Yu now.

But now that we have reached the final step of opening the door to the human world, how can Mandola be willing to give up?

Mandola's eyes flashed with cruelty

Since you can't play the bright side, you can only play the dark side.

Bai Guangying, who was far away in Dazzle Castle, sneezed inexplicably.

Why does she always have a bad feeling...

--split line--

human world

Wen Qian looked at the Ye Luoli soldiers chatting and laughing in front of her with resentment in her eyes, and Wen Qian found that she didn't seem to like Shu Yan very much anymore.

Just like the love that was full of love in the end was rubbed off, Wen Qian's feelings towards Shu Yan are now a bit complicated.

But this does not prevent her from continuing to hate Wang Mo

Wang Mo felt a strong gaze behind her looking at her with resentment. She knew it was Wen Qian without even thinking, because in the class, Wen Qian was the only one who always liked to target her.

She didn't do anything wrong, so why target her? If Wen Qian herself can't become a Ye Luoli warrior, is it all her fault?

The more Wang Mo thought about it, the more unbalanced he became. He felt that Wen Qian was being too unreasonable, so he turned around and glared at Wen Qian.

Wen Qian obviously didn't expect that Wang Mo would stare back at her, which made the resentment in her heart even stronger. At this moment, she suddenly thought of the spell book that Mo Yu gave her, and then she slowly raised her lips.

"Ye Luoli's magic, breeds in the dark night, possesses people." Wen Qian lowered her voice and recited the spell.

Wenqian's new deskmate Gao Taiming looked at Wenqian inexplicably and put his legs on the table carelessly: "Hey, new deskmate, what are you talking about there?"

Wen Qian showed an enigmatic smile: "You will know it in class."

Gao Taiming bit the lollipop in his mouth and threw the remaining candy on the ground casually: "What?"

"Can you speak Chinese? This is not a foreign country." Wen Qian looked at the candy thrown by Gao Taiming on the ground and kicked the lollipop handle to Gao Taiming in disgust.

"Pick up your own rubbish. I won't pick it up for you. If you litter, please do some good deeds."

Gao Taiming spread his hands and made a helpless expression: "groundbeetle"

Wen Qian looked at Gao Taiming in confusion: "What bird language are you talking about?"

Gao Taiming secretly took out the latest mobile phone from the table and played games. He took the time to look at Wen Qian and said, "You don't understand this. This is the trend."

Just as Wen Qian was about to reply, she was interrupted by an angry voice.

"Gao Taiming!"

It turned out that their head teacher came to the class out of nowhere, and Wen Qian and Gao Taiming were so immersed in the conversation that neither of them noticed it.

The head teacher came over angrily and snatched the mobile phone from Gao Taiming's hand: "You brought your mobile phone to school again! Didn't I warn you that this is not one of those schools abroad!"

"Bringing mobile phones to school is not allowed in China! I have handed over your mobile phone several times before, and you still dare to bring your mobile phone to school?!"

Wen Qian lowered her head and hid aside, laughing.

Seeing Wen Qian gloating about her misfortune, Gao Taiming expressed his displeasure, so Gao Taiming pointed at Wen Qian and said, "Then my new classmate still puts on makeup in class every day. Does the school allow us students to do makeup in class?"

The corner of Wen Qian's mouth, which was about to reach the back of her head, twitched. She looked up at the class teacher with a stiff expression, and saw that the class teacher's face was even more angry.

If eyes could turn into substance, Wen Qian and Gao Taiming would have died countless times.

"You two are really a fool! Write me a 3000-word review! Put it on my desk this afternoon! Now! Immediately! Immediately! Go to the back and stand!"

Gao Taiming didn't care, he put his hands on the back of his head and walked towards the back of the classroom like a street kid.