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The plank still did its job well, blocking the sound completely.

The villain collapsed on top of the book, and the tears in her eyes could not stop flowing. It slid across her delicate cheek and landed on the book under her body. Two small pieces of paper also appeared on the cover of the book. Water stains, because the absorption of the paper becomes somewhat enlarged.

But it is a pity that Yan Jiama's book still did not fall down, and it still stood on the top of the abyss, and there was no sign of it going to collapse.

After crying a few times, the villain got up from the book, pushed the book in front of him with tears in his eyes, didn't move, pushed it again, still didn't move.

The villain smashed his head on the book in front of him, his face full of despair.

It may have reached a certain limit. As the villain's "headbutt" fell on the book, the tall books in front of the villain began to collapse towards the back.

Raising his head, his face covered in tears showed a look of ecstasy. The villain wiped the tears from his face twice, and stared at the book in front of him with a big smile and began to collapse towards the back.

In the end, the books that were originally lined up at the top of the compartment in front of him were now less than the height of the villain.

And the "wall" of books that was originally lined up by Yan Jia also revealed a gap, and finally there was a place where the villain could be useful.

The villain jumped down from the books under him, and kicked the books that were not taller than him and still stood at the door of the abyss. The books that were crumbling finally all fell into the abyss. It gets smaller and smaller until it's completely invisible.

The villain stood at the door of the abyss, grabbed the books that had been lined up to the top of the compartment, and began to drag it in the direction of the abyss.

Crash.

The sound of books collapsing can be heard incessantly.

Finally, the tall books in the original row were almost dragged down by the villain, leaving only the books scattered in the compartment.

The villain stood at the door of the abyss, picked up the books beside him and started throwing them towards the abyss behind him, one after another.

Grab a copy and throw it at the back of your head.

The books that were originally lined up became less and less with the actions of the villain, and it did not end until the last book was kicked into the abyss by the villain.

At this time, Yan Jia was still queuing up.

The villain looked in one direction across the plank, Yan Jia's direction, the planks and walls of the compartment seemed to be unable to block the villain's sight.He stared at Yan Jia with hatred for a while.

Yan Jia, who was queuing up, seemed to feel a hint of coolness, turned her head and looked around, but found nothing, and then lined up again while reading the book in her hand.

The villain looked at Yan Jia's actions, and after a while, he retracted his gaze, jumped up, and floated in the air. The villain's body began to emit light. Just like the way the villain appeared, the light on his body changed. getting brighter.

Until the light became invisible, the villain disappeared without a trace.

This is what the compartment looks like.

You know what I'm going to say.

Ask for a recommendation ticket.

This paragraph was added later. For the last picture, this chapter in the draft box was mistakenly deleted.Luckily I have it somewhere else, or I could cry.

Chapter 39 History Teacher

At this time, Yan Jia was still queuing up.

After waiting for a while, it was finally Yan Jia's turn. After going through some procedures, he was finally able to lend the book out. This is why Yan Jia didn't like coming in very much after trying it once.Now, Yan Jia is finally leaving this "library" secret realm.

Yan Jia strode across the square with a book in hand. The square is still the same as when Yan Jia came, "people" come and go.

Not at all affected by the imminent holiday.

Stepping into the ball of light, Yan Jia didn't notice it. When the books in his hand completely entered the ball of light, somewhere on the books lit up indistinctly, showing a mysterious mystery. The symbol was then completely blocked by the ubiquitous white light inside the photosphere.

When the symbol on the book was lit up, a few books appeared silently on the bookshelf where Yan Jia was before, the books that were borrowed by Yan Jia, but no one noticed this, they He was still looking at the book in his hand intently.

There was still endless white light in front of Yan Jia's eyes, and he couldn't see what was in front of him at all.

Suddenly, Yan Jia seemed to be pushed by someone, and her feet staggered a little.

Looking up again, I have returned to the ninth floor of the tower, standing on the platform in the center.Turning her head, Yan Jia wanted to see who was pushing her, but found that no one came out behind her.

Originally, Yan Jia wanted to stay here for a while, but seeing that everyone around her was looking at her, she went to the stairs and was about to leave.After all, he was the only one staring at the ball of light in front of him, neither entering nor leaving.

Yan Jia took off the badge on her chest, handed it to the staff, and left the library. The book in her hand had already gone through the formalities once in the secret realm, so she did not need to go through the formalities again.

After walking out of the door of the library, Yaoling in the distance was about to start going down the mountain. He found a cat cart. Coincidentally, the driver was the fat white cat.

Speechless all the way, Yan Jia was looking at the book in her hand while perceiving the stars from another "perspective".

Although it has been practiced for several days, Yan Jia is still not very skilled.

So that when Yan Jia finally got off the bus, she forgot to give the money to the white cat, but she remembered it after the white cat reminded her, and gave it to the other party before going out again.

After returning to the dormitory, Yan Jia took a good shower before getting ready to go to bed. After all, she hadn't taken a bath for more than ten days. If it weren't for the fact that she had already made a golden pill, she probably would have smelled on her body long ago.

After lying on the bed, the "perspective" belonging to the stellar universe became clearer. The starry sky was still the same as it was, as if nothing had changed. Only after Yan Jia sent out his perception, he "saw" that several of his younger brothers had already returned. It was only after a "changing of the guard" that it was discovered that changes had taken place unknowingly.

After learning from those books that perceiving stars can also speed up the birth of her own dharma signs, Yan Jia will set aside a part of her mind to perceive her blue star even during the day, although this time her learning efficiency is somewhat decline.However, Yan Jia believes that after a period of practice, she will be able to read a book while comprehending stars, and it will not lead to a decline in learning efficiency.

And when you go to bed at night, you will spread your perception, feel your neighbors, and then compare with yourself, hoping to learn more about some stars, and be able to breed Dharma signs earlier.

At the same time, he is constantly accepting the distant starlight transmitted from the original side, and deepening his understanding of this universe. All of these can make Yan Jia's Dharma formation faster and faster.

Large and small white golden blacks are still sleeping on the surface of the stars, and the ever-changing stellar storms have no effect on them.The golden light spot is still absorbing stellar matter in the stomach of a Golden Crow. I don’t know where a small light spot has absorbed so much matter compared to himself.

But now it is no longer a golden light spot. The light emitted by the light spot has all turned white, and even a faint blueness can be found in it. Now there is no golden shadow at all, but it is still Nothing has changed.

The time of the night passed in the blink of an eye.