Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

His eyes dimmed for a moment, forcing himself not to think about the name that had been engraved in the depths of his memory.

After walking for a long time, Qiang Mo didn't seem to feel the cold wind in the middle of the night. He didn't know where to go, so he just kept walking.

The lonely shadow of the young man is accompanied by people, and it is a little distressing from a distance.

...

As if finally realizing that it was too late, Qiang Mo raised his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.

Well, she's dead again.

Looking at the surrounding forests that were somewhat similar to those in the morning, he sighed silently.

Then, with a flick of the wrist, a jade wrench appeared out of thin air on the jade finger.

Qiang Mo drew a talisman by hand and drew a complex and simple pattern in the air out of thin air.

He swung his right hand again, and the clear jade finger turned into a flute in an instant, which was held in Qiang Mo's hand.

Looking from a distance, the young man is holding a flute in one hand, standing alone, as dignified and respected as a prince on Moshang, which makes people unable to help but be amazed.

I do not know when the feet are slightly raised, showing the posture of one foot on the ground, like an immortal.

Qiang Mo's wrist turned lightly, and the Ming Flute's formation in the sky lightly tapped, and in an instant, a jade-colored brilliance emanated, which was particularly obvious and dazzling in the dark woods.

Suddenly, there was a wave in the air.

In the small space, with the formation as the center, a tunnel was torn open.

Qiang Mo stepped lightly and disappeared into the formation in an instant.

Then, the formation hanging in the air gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.

...

Ten minutes later, at the place where Qiang Mo disappeared, a group of people in black robes appeared out of thin air.

Now, the person in the front looked at the forest that had gone silent, looked at the fluctuation of spiritual power that had just disappeared, and cursed:

"Trash! It's all trash!"

Then, with a flick of the robe, with the momentum of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, it scorched the green weeds on the ground.

The people behind him stood silently, not daring to go to add to their anger.

...

*

Qiang Mo naturally didn't know what happened after she left.

At this time, her complexion finally improved.

Looking at the comfortable big bed in front of her, the corners of Qiang Mo's lips twitched. The only thing that comforted her was:

Her high-level spiritual power is still there, and she can still play around and draw a teleportation array from time to time.

He threw the bag that had been slung on his back to the sofa beside him, and fell down on the soft bed.

From the gap in the quilt, I looked at the already quiet outside world outside the window, and my eyes were a little tight.

this tired feeling,

How long has it been since I had time to feel it...?

Even if she is a Demon Venerable revered by beings in the Three Realms, she will be tired...

He slowly opened his eyes, and finally closed them.

Moonlight poured in from the window and sprinkled on the tired face of the young man.

His brows were slightly wrinkled on his fairy-like face.

A good night's sleep.

...

*

In the early morning, the newborn warm sun lazily cast a warm color.

Qiang desert...

Rarely woke up late.

The boy on the bed sat up suddenly, his hair a little messy.

He took the clock on the side and looked at the time.

Fairy skin!

It's half past nine...

Qiang Mo raised his eyes indifferently and thought for a moment.

Um……

The deity is wrong... It's not a good student who stays up late.

He reached out his hand habitually to pick up the phone, but why didn't he touch it.

Qiang Mo was stunned for a moment, um... Damn it, her cell phone was directly given to Mr. Gushou, it was useless!

He lifted the quilt and walked towards the sofa, picking up the silver notebook in his bag, Qiang Mo raised his eyebrows.