Super Seminary: Card Drawing and Power Up System

"The Five Heroes on the Cloud happened a long time ago. I don't recommend you to ask about it. It won't be of any help to you now."

Danheng declined to respond.

Seeing that Dan Heng seemed to know something, Sun Wukong no longer had time to stay here:

"I will go and see the world that Master wants. Then I will decide whether to fight the enemy together with you."

As he spoke, Sun Wukong flew up into the sky. This scene made everyone in the Heroic Army stunned.

What should I do? After inviting him for a long time, Monkey King left first. Du Qiangwei could only sigh and give the order to go back. Dan Heng looked in the direction where Sun Wukong left thoughtfully:

"I hope the general can come soon."

Fengye returned home and looked at Bronya and the others with strange expressions, feeling a little confused:

"What did you do? Your face turned so ugly."

"Little brother, did you talk to him about the Five Warriors on the Cloud?"

Jingliu asked the question first, breaking the awkward situation.

"Yes, but I didn't tell you everything. After all, that is your past. Even if it is gone, it is still your past. Isn't it?"

Maple Leaf responded softly.

"Maple Leaf, will I be in the next script?"

Kafka wiped her new coat carefully.

"That's right. In the next script, either you or I will appear."

Maple Leaf murmured softly.

"You want to go too?"

Jing Liu was very surprised, and Feng Ye responded seriously:

"Yes, I will."

A piece of inherited memory suddenly appeared in Jingliu's ears. The young man who had experienced the baptism of war did not forget his teachings in the end.

We, the cloud riders, are like clouds covering the sky, guarding the immortal boat.

Looking at the stunned people, Feng Ye recalled the joy of the gathering of the Five Warriors on the Cloud, and took out a jar of wine:

"This is the wine I just bought. Would you like to try some?"

"Sure. We haven't had a drink together for a while, right?"

Jingliu's voice of nostalgia kept murmuring, just like the endless past drifting into his heart like snowflakes. It kept turning around and around in his mind.

Hearing Jingliu's nostalgia, Bronya understood and brought a set of cups, and excitement flashed in her silver eyes:

"Can you pour me a glass too?"

"No, Bronya has become a qualified guardian, so don't think about drinking."

Maple Leaf mercilessly rejected Dayaya’s request to have a drink with him.

Silver Wolf stared at the game console with full confidence:

"The game version is about to be updated, why don't you play with me?"

"What game?"

Feng Ye held a glass of wine that Jing Liu poured slowly in his hand, and spoke in a gentle tone, leaving Feng Ye no room to resist:

"Little brother, you must drink this glass of wine."

Looking at the strange mirror flow, Fengye ignored Silver Wolf's game name and said helplessly:

"Have fun by yourself. I have something important to do."

"So you don't have time to play games with me today?"

Silver Wolf raised his own questions.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll have time."

After dealing with Silver Wolf, Fengye drank the wine poured by Jingliu with a death-like determination, and was stunned:

"This is not the jar I bought. But it smells so good."

Fengye, who was savoring the wine, couldn't help but look at Jingliu's lips. He found that there was still the aftertaste of wine on Jingliu's lips, and made a bold guess about what was going on. However, he never thought that his brain became heavier and he fell unconscious on the sofa.

Seeing Fengye's poor alcohol tolerance, Jingliu drank the wine in the glass in one gulp:

"My little brother can't drink much either. What do you think? Should we wait?"

"I don't care. After all, the only thing in this world that interests me is the sleeping little guy."

Kafka gently wiped her latest coat, her lazy tone leaving no room for doubt.

"I think that BOSS copy is quite interesting, but that BOSS cannot be refreshed repeatedly."

Silver Wolf expressed his only opinion about Snow's giving away heads. He also hoped that Snow, who gave away heads, could do the weekly game endlessly, five times a week.

Kafka raised another question that she knew about:

"Don't think about playing games. Let's talk seriously. How much do you know about the evil creatures that appear in this world?"

"I don't know, but I feel that the appearance of evil creatures is closely related to Shu Hu. After all, as a serious criminal of the Immortal Boat and the messenger of the God of Plenty, he has the ability to quickly create evil creatures of demonic abundance."

Jingliu slowly stated his analysis.

"It seems that a Pharmacist's messenger has appeared in this world. However, that's not right. The motive of the so-called messenger has not been clearly shown, and we can't guess any useful information yet."

Kafka summarized the current news speculations but did not make a premature decision.

In the Styx Galaxy, Carl, who realized that Snow had not returned, stood in front of the big clock. After consuming a lot of resources, he only got nothing. However, Carl was sure that Snow had died on Earth.

For this reason, Carl closed his notebook after a brief thought:

I didn't expect that there was a god who could see through my plan and successfully keep Snow there. It seems that this pre-nuclear civilization is not as easy to control as expected.

A man in a cloak slowly appeared beside Carl:

“Thanks to my God for his gift.”

"No need to thank me. If it weren't for my mistake, you would have returned safely."

The man in the cloak was Snow who was sent to hell by the blade. However, Snow, who was resurrected by Carl at this time, had no memory of his life on Earth, as if his memory had been reset by someone.

Seeing Snow's resurrection, Carl sighed slightly:

"In that case, you should ask them to act as soon as possible."

"It's my God."

Snow began to communicate orders to the Taotie Corps that were stranded in outer space. The commander of the Taotie Corps, who had not yet formally engaged the Xiongbing Company, confidently and proudly promised:

"We will capture that city as soon as possible and provide the best answer for God's research."

Listening to the commander's boasting, Snow's face darkened:

You are probably too happy too early. I was left behind wherever I went before. They even captured that planet. You are lucky that they didn't surround and annihilate you.

Thinking of this, Snow turned and left, fearing that the IQ of this stupid commander would be passed on to him.

In mid-air above the earth, Angel Yan slowly reported to his boss everything he had seen and heard that day.

"Queen Kesha, there is no trace of Morgana on Earth yet, but an interesting child has appeared."

"Child? Did you get beaten by that kid?"

A mischievous voice cut right into the communication.

This made Angel Yan speechless:

"King Tianji, aren't you researching new weapons? How come you still have time to return to Meno Heaven?"

"I came to see my little apprentice, it's not okay."

He Xi lazily said that he came to Meno Heaven to see how Zhi Xin, the right-wing guard serving in the Tianren Legion, was doing.

"Go, go, go."

Fortunately, it was a conversation between angels, and there was no Heroic Company. If there were people from the Heroic Company, they would probably say:

Shit, the intonation of this word is similar to that of the professional beauty holding two guns. Uh, no, it's exactly the same.