God! I Turned Into a Turtle

"So, I'm in charge of this, am I wrong?"

Ye Que smiled at the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi felt the pain in his body, and reason drove him to persuade him: "It's not wrong."

Ye Que punched him twice, and said coldly, "Then what do you mean by calling me a dog?"

The man in Tsing Yi:? ? ?

He looked at Ye Que with endless aggrieved eyes.

Don't you laugh at yourself too.

If you have to hit someone at this time, why didn't you do it right from the start?

The man in Tsing Yi took a deep breath, stubbornly turned around and left without making a sound.

"Pain is sugar, sweet to sad, I, Liu Aibu, will taste it slowly!"

Pretending to be strong, he thought so in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at the blue sky outside.

The first time he joined the WTO, he encountered dangers in the world, which he remembered in his heart.

Stretching out his left hand, covering his broken right arm, he whispered coldly: "I remember your face, you broke my arm, and in the future, I will destroy your heaven!"

boom!

Liu Aizhun accidentally bumped into a photomask.

"Fuck! Who is he messing with me again?"

He looked up angrily, only to see that the entrance and exit of the Academy of Scholars had been shrouded in a layer of light.

Look around again.

Not only the entrance and exit, but the entire literati courtyard was shrouded in a layer of light.

How is this going?

Not only him, Ye Que and others also reacted.

Ye Que opened the eyes of the ancient gods and scanned his surroundings.

The Academy of Scholars was shrouded in a flourishing power formation, he frowned slightly, and asked Huang Youyao.

Only then did I learn.

Every session of the Academy of Scholars will not start any momentum.

He sensed that something was wrong, and with a slight movement of his mind, he turned his eyes to the pair of "horseshoe incense returning from stepping on flowers".

I just wanted to open the blood wheel eye and check it out.

In the highest third-floor pavilion of the Academy of Scholars, an old man with a white beard walked out, with waves of the fourth level of the Holy Realm on his body.

Leaning on crutches, the old man saw everyone looking over and said with a smile: "Don't worry too much, you all know that the situation in the northern part of the Eastern Wilderness is completely chaotic, even if you enter the first holy city, it may not be safe, so this year's exchange meeting , I specially arranged a potential protection measure."

Ye Que looked at the old man and said, "Who is he?"

Huang Youyao knew a lot about the Academy of Scholars, and said in a low voice: "The dean of the Academy of Scholars is a casual cultivator who likes to wander in the clouds and wild cranes. He has lived in seclusion for two thousand years in the first holy city. He is a famous hermit in the Eastern Wasteland." World literati."

Ye Que nodded and looked at the others.

Everyone expressed their understanding.

The outside world is too chaotic, if someone with malicious intentions gets in, the meeting will definitely be messed up.

"The dean is really caring."

"That goes without saying, let's get started."

"The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting start from the piano."

A group of people laughed.

If Ye Que did not find any abnormalities in the painting.

Then he will definitely feel relieved.

However, there is a big secret in the painting, and the dean has lived in seclusion here for two thousand years.

This is very intriguing.

At this time, the dean nodded: "Old rules, first each person contributes a drop of blood."

Participate in the exchange meeting of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and contribute blood?

Ye Que was vigilant, and when he noticed something wrong, he whispered: "Don't contribute yet."

He wants to see what the dean is going to do.

But seeing that group of literati, they seemed to have been here many times before, so they didn't think much about it.

One by one, they walked to the side of the painting "Treading Flowers and Returning Horseshoe Fragrance", forced a drop of blood from their fingertips, and fell into the stone trough next to them.

"This is considered to be the cost of subsidizing the literati academy to continue to operate."

"Haha, we just need to participate. The dean holds it every ten years. It's really troublesome."

"Don't worry, the essence and blood will definitely be given."

A group of literati actively dripped blood into the stone trough.

Ye Que opened the eyes of the ancient gods, and peeped inside the stone trough, there is a small pipe leading directly to "The Fragrance of Horseshoes Returning from Stepping Flowers".

And the blood essence enters the painting through small channels.

Here, the painting blurred.

He put away the eyes of the ancient gods, and opened the eyes of the blood wheel.

Suddenly, he found that the blood flowed into the painting and was being absorbed by the young man in the black blood-lined robe riding on the unicorn horse.

And that young man sucked more and more, and the evil spirit on his body became stronger and stronger, and the Unicorn Pegasus almost knelt down under his pressure.

Suddenly, someone moved him.

He closed his blood wheel eyes, suppressed the vain blood in his body, and turned his head to look at Huang Youyao.

Huang Youyao said in a low voice: "There are only two of us left."

Ye Que looked up.

Everyone was looking at him.

Especially Liu Aibu.

He leaned against the corner, lonely like an eagle king walking alone in sorrow.

This is the arrogance of Young Master Zan.

He looked at Ye Que, covered his lips with the back of his hand, and said coldly in a low voice: "My injury will last one day, and I will ask you to pay it back."

"Little friend, it's your turn."

The dean smiled lightly.

Ye Que shook his head: "I'm dizzy with blood."

Everyone looked constipated.

If you don't want to bleed, just say so.

Huang Youyao didn't want to owe the Academy of Scholars, so she took Ye Que's hand and said softly, "My lord, this is the rule of the Academy of Scholars for two thousand years."

"It's still this girl who knows the general idea."

Someone laughed.

Ye Que took a step forward, stretched out his arms to wrap around Huang Youyao's soft waist, shook his head and said, "I don't want to see you get hurt."

Huang Youyao's face darkened, but she still maintained her demeanor, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't count as an injury if you put a drop of blood essence."

The rest of the people were speechless, and their previous goodwill for him dissipated in an instant.

But I never thought that a scream like a slaughtered pig came from the mouth again, shaking many people almost falling ill.

"No!!! You are my treasure, I can't tolerate any harm to you!!!"

Ye Que wailed heart-piercingly, his eyes were red.

Everyone's face was black.

Is it that exaggerated?

He really deserves a beating.

As for Huang Youyao, her face turned slightly red. Although she felt strange in her heart, she still felt that the ancient god had suffered from the sand sculpture disease, which was simply a shame.

But don't wait for her to say more.

The dean's eyelids twitched, and he forced a smile and said: "This little friend is also a temperamental person. I am dizzy and afraid that my lover will be hurt. It is really touching. How about it, you are all here for the first time. It’s exempt, but next time, I won’t treat you preferentially.”

Ye Que nodded quickly: "Yeah!"

Thus, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting exchange meeting of the Academy of Scholars began.

When everyone stopped paying attention to Ye Que, Huang Youyao bowed her head and said, "Youyao understands the young master's intentions, but it should be done according to the occasion, in this kind of..."

"It's weird."

Ye Que transmitted the voice.

He opened the blood wheel eyes again and looked at the painting.

The young scholar in the painting, after absorbing the essence and blood, has an evil spirit covering almost every place in the painting.

And the one-horned pegasus he was riding was already kneeling on the ground, howling and struggling, but the effect of resistance was minimal.

"Young people absorb blood, just to suppress the one-horned pegasus?"

he murmured.

Suddenly, the young man in the painting, as if feeling something, suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Que.

Ye Que was shocked, and quickly closed the blood wheel eye, but it was still affected.

Blood was left in his right eye, and his face was even paler. Most of the energy and blood in his body had been consumed.

Huang Youyao, who heard Ye Que's reminder, saw Ye Que's strangeness, and hurriedly reached out to wipe the blood from Ye Que's eyes. The sound transmission was shocked: "Young master, what's going on?"

Most of Ye Que's energy and blood have been consumed, and he has some kidney deficiency.

He leaned half on Huang Youyao's body, and said in a low voice: "I'll talk about it later, I need to replenish qi and blood now, is there any medicine for it?"

Huang Youyao blushed inexplicably, and then took out various sheep, tiger, tiger and other whips from the ring.

Ye Que stared dumbfounded, and said in surprise, "Why do you have these things?"

"Youyao had seen Young Master before, and she was always low on energy and blood, so she prepared some. I thought I would give them to you after the exchange meeting."

Huang Youyao's words made Ye Que's imagination run wild.