Super Seminary: Card Drawing and Power Up System

It's better not to think about such a terrible thing. Unless your head is chewed by a dog that day, you will listen to Jingliu and drink.

He Xi looked at Feng Ye who wanted to touch Jing Liu but seemed a little timid, and teased:

"He is still a pure little boy after all. He clearly wants to hold hands but doesn't dare to. Tsk tsk, this is the first time I see a child who is more timid than the power of the galaxy."

Feng Ye's face suddenly turned red after hearing what He Xi said:

"Don't talk nonsense. I have nothing but admiration for Sister Jingliu. She feels the same as Senior Brother Jingyuan in front of me, a bright moon that is close yet out of reach."

"Ming Yue?"

He Xi's mind suddenly recalled the memory of the child who had helped the angels survive the order of the Heavenly Palace but had disappeared.

The person I like, in my heart, although she is a little cold, she is like a bright moon shining on my side in the endless night. When I want to touch the remaining warmth of her body, she is cunningly hanging high in the air, waiting for me to go. When I give up, she casts an illusory reflection, tempting me to keep moving forward.

The Azure Dragon cleanses the world, and there is no need to be afraid of it. I just hope that she doesn't sleep forever under the coffin of roses.

The child's voice was reflected on Fengye and Jingliu through Hexi's memories. Hexi looked at Jingliu in a trance, but murmured in his heart:

The bright moon? It seems that I have found the answer that I have been waiting for for a long time. I originally thought that your words were false, but now it seems that I was wrong. There may really be a girl in the world who can annex the bright moon in the sky.

Jing Liu, who was wearing an eye mask, felt something different from He Xi's emotions, but he didn't care. After all, no one could hurt Feng Ye in front of him. Not even Shu Hu.

I have lost too many things. My mentor, my old friend, my compatriot. As a swordsmith, I cannot lose Fengye again. He may be the medicine I have been looking for for a long time, which can replace my longing.

The surroundings of the Death Song Academy were filled with corpses lying on the ground. Blade, with a cold look in his eyes, stretched out his left palm, slowly wiped the broken sword in his right hand, and looked at the empty guards he had killed. Slowly walking towards the academy, Kafka followed Blade's steps with a slight flash in her eyes, and walked towards the gate of the Death Song Academy.

Zhixin, who was monitoring the Death Song Academy in the sky, also noticed Kafka and Blade appearing outside the gate of the Death Song Academy, and spoke out with good intentions:

"Don't go any further. This will affect the mission the Queen has given me. And Carl is despicable and shameless. If you go there rashly, you might fall into his trap."

Hearing this, Kafka looked up at the short-haired angel in the sky and asked her own question:

"Are you Zhixin?"

"Yes, I am Zhixin. You guys?"

When Zhixin heard Kafka's question, she was completely confused. She originally thought that they were here to cause trouble for Karl. She didn't expect that they were here to cause trouble for her.

Seeing that Zhixin was still in the sky, Kafka decisively used her own Word Spirit Technique to stop Blade from rushing towards the Death Song Academy with his sword:

"A Ren, listen to me, stop now. It's not the time for us to appear in the script yet."

Blade, with a cheerful smile on his face, put away the fragmented sword in his hand after hearing Kafka's words. He jumped onto a random tree in the Death Song Academy and closed his eyes to rest. The posture seemed to say, I have been waiting for a long time, thinking that the fight will start as soon as I come here, but I didn't expect that it is not our turn yet. If that counts, call me when the fight starts.

Kafka looked at Blade's actions and held her forehead in frustration. Zhixin looked at Blade holding the Zhili Sword and quickly retreating to the tree after hearing Kafka's words. Her cute eyes were filled with curiosity:

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?"

"I'm Kafka, and he's my companion, A Ren. As for how I know your name, it was told to us by a strange angel named He Xi."

Kafka lazily put the blame on Hexi who was temporarily staying at Fengye's house with a faint smile on her face. The one who put the blame on Hexi was relieved and said "WTF!"

"You are the ones my master sent to watch over me?"

Zhixin murmured to himself in confusion, but when he thought of the angels following Hexi, he looked at Kafka with a vigilant look:

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

Kafka looked at the alert Zhixin, and raised her eyes slightly to look at the gate of the Death Song Academy. A lazy voice came out slowly:

"I hope they can bring me some fun in this script."

Inside the academy, Karl frowned as he looked at his research notes:

"Isn't it a bit impolite for you to enter my academy without a visiting card?"

"A visiting card? I don't think you need that. I'm here to cooperate with you, each of us taking our own experimental data."

The man in a tuxedo looked at Karl with a smile on his face and put forward his request without any hesitation.

Karl looked at the man in front of him with a twinkle in his eyes, and said in a light tone:

"Although I don't necessarily need that, I don't like working with an outsider who wants to destroy the trial."

"Don't say that. I've at least shown you a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the Five Heroes on the Cloud."

The man asked for a beating and described the scene where the four people from Jingliu in Tianhe City attacked together.

"The Five Warriors on the Cloud?"

Karl slowly raised his eyes from the notebook and looked straight at the man in front of him:

"Well, if you don't send me a visiting card, you should at least introduce yourself. Otherwise, I won't even know who I'm working with. Wouldn't that make me seem very rude?"

"I?"

The man briefly recalled his memories and responded with a smile:

"A drifter of the world, a rewriter of the script. You can call me Jie Shu."

"Jie Shu?"

Karl looked at Jie Shu unexpectedly, a thought flashed through his eyes, and he spoke slowly:

"You were the one who built the cross-shaped flagship sent by the Taotie in Tianhe City."

"If I don't do this, how can I know how much of the power of destiny was used by Wu Feiguang who vowed to cut down the stars?"

Jie Shu spread his hands helplessly, saying that he did this in order to understand Wu Feiguang's specific strength. But unfortunately, that living ship was actually beaten up.

Karl's eyes flickered slightly, indicating that he had never seen such an unreliable person, but he still said the question that he had not understood for a long time:

"No? Flying light?"

Seeing Carl's confused look, Jie Shu remembered that he had only told this good friend about the Cloud Five. He did not mention the honorific titles of the members of the Cloud Five. After a while, he slowly spoke:

"It's like this. Except for the one who died in the battle, no one knows his honorific title. The other members have their own honorific titles. They are the Dragon Master of the Immeasurable Light, Lord Yin Yue Dan Feng, Wu? Fei Guang Jing Liu, Bai Ye's Title Ying Xing, and General Shen Ce Jing Yuan."

"No? Feiguang Jingliu, Baiye's Xianyingxing, Shence General Jingyuan, and Chiming Longzun Yinyue·Danfeng?"

Karl murmured the honorific title Jie Shu had mentioned, and with a smile on his face, he looked at Jie Shu, who looked calm in front of him:

"What's the point of telling me this? What does it have to do with our cooperation? Instead of telling me this useless knowledge, why don't you tell me the purpose of your cooperation with me?"