Chapter 348

In the night clear shallow hand, wants to touch night clear falls is bandaged wound place.

Night clear fall suddenly arm back suddenly a contraction, blink a flustered Mei Mou: "elder sister, really can't touch, I..."

This contraction, night light, buckle her wrist hand to slide down.

Night Qingqian held it very tightly, and this slip was to slip out the things in the tight cuff of Yeqing and fall into his hands.

Night Qingqian was originally close to the wrist of night Qingluo. After being freed by night Qingluo, his hand caught a soft and soft thing.

A subconscious grip.

It's yellow and yellow when I'm climbing.

It's sticky and yellow, with a strange smell.

This visual impact It looks like a first-hand Hot air.

Night light face, suddenly black into a pot of carbon.

Her hands were full of scraps and yellow lumps, which reminded her of the substances she had seen while cleaning the hut a few days ago. In the process of cleaning, she was inevitably stained with those substances.

At that time, the feeling of tumbling in my stomach became more and more obvious.

The smile on her face will never hang.

The freshmen around them look ugly and want to laugh when they see what they are holding in their hands.

There were also people holding on to the wall and retching.

"Well Elder sister, I said you can't touch it. Look... "

On the contrary, the night with this lump of yellow and yellow things was hidden, and he looked at the night Qingqian with resentment. "This is the mud sculpture that I finally made when I played mud with the students in the magic class yesterday. I still want to take it home and put it in my room."

Mud?

The freshmen opened their eyes one by one, staring at the group of things in night Qingqian's hands, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

There are also new ears, hear the magic class three words.

It is worthy of being known as the "waste class" of the magic class. Other students are hard training and hard learning knowledge. The students of the magic class compete to play mud?

All the freshmen think of the performance of night Qingluo in training, and feel a pity at the moment.

Obviously, he was a plastic talent, but he was assigned to a waste class and played with a group of wastes in the mud.

It's just ruining the night.

"Elder sister, you have broken my clay sculpture! You're going to pay me! " Night Qingluo seems to have not noticed the eyes of the people around, self-care grievance way.

Is she still aggrieved?

She wants to make herself pay for her?

Night light face that calls a colorful, angry almost want a slap dead night clear fall.

Good put a lump of mud in the sleeve, but also put on a look of innocence, the night clear down is to play with her!

The night clear falls, Mei Mou blinks again, staring at the yellow material that night Qingqian is carrying rigidly. After a long time, his face changes, covers his nose and hides back: "elder sister, you look like you've caught a lump of Xiang..."

Not to say that it's OK, this said, the new students around who are holding back their laughter and feel sick, can't help but burst into laughter.

"The night is clear, you..." Night qingshallow full of hate, gnashing teeth want to hand that a group of things, to night Qing down face wipe.

Can this raise hand, night clear falls back a few steps, a face disdainful appearance.

And the yellow thing in her hands is sticky.

After raising his hand, the sticky mud fell from his hand to the ground.

It's more like a beach

"Training time is coming. What are you doing? Don't line up!"

Suddenly, a solemn and cold voice, like a red bell, rings through the whole freshman training ground.

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