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There are only a few minutes left in this class so far. Jiang Beiyu chatted with them for a while, and finally the get out of class was over.
It¡¯s winter time, especially early in the morning. It snowed again today.
There are still people who want to go out and play in the snow while staring at the biting cold wind.
But this group of people does not include this group of top academics.
At this time of the day, the best thing to do is to stay under the covers. Being able to crawl out and go to class is already very good.
As soon as get out of class is over, some people will immediately go to the next class to close their eyes and relax or race against time to answer questions.
After all, it is the new college entrance examination policy.
Many students have chosen different subjects.
People like Du Zijin chose geography.
And the amazing thing is that she usually gets the highest score in geography.
He is often ranked among the top five in his grade.
However, it hasn¡¯t been long since Beijing City implemented this policy. This is the second class of Sunan Zhizhi, and there are quite a few students who have chosen Physics and Chemistry and Political Science.
But for these competitive students, the most important thing now is mathematics.
Even when the math teacher Lao Xiong talks about the final problem in class, he will use competition thinking to solve the problem.
The two days passed peacefully like this, everyone packed their luggage and everyone set out on the winter camp journey neatly.
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In the dark corridor, someone walked through lightly, and the cold wind swept his robe with drifting snow. The person's hair was stained with flying snow, and there were white spots on the top of his head.
¡°But such a dark road seems to also bring more desolation that suits the situation.
Finally, the figure stopped at a house.
He opened his mouth, but before he could even speak, he suddenly knelt down on one knee uncontrollably, covering his chest with his hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He didn¡¯t have time to care about the wounds on his body, but he anxiously raised his hands towards the closed wooden door and said: "Master, spare your life, Chang Qing knows his mistake."
After Su Nanzhi killed Xing that day, the two Taoist priests who were sent to the hospital later became worldly experts again who could only be contacted on the Xuanwang.
As for Taoist Master Yun Qi, as a lucky man who has experienced such danger but can be said to be almost unscathed, he will be discharged from the hospital soon.
But unfortunately, the assistant he brought was unlucky as he was the first one to rush out after the sacrificial formation destroyed the room door.
According to what Feng Rui and Qin Luoshu saw, when they rushed out, they only saw him lying in a pool of blood, his whole body twitching, but fortunately, he was rescued.
It can be said that it was a narrow escape from death.
Because Feng Rui was notified of critical illness when he was in Beijing People's Hospital. It was Feng Rui who had a lot of money and spent a lot of money to hire highly respected experts from the United States to perform another surgery on him. Only then could he save this life from death. Pull back.
As for Taoist Chang Qing, his injuries were neither serious nor minor. All in all, his wounds were fine and he was discharged from the hospital.
And then, now.
When his wound had not fully healed, he knelt down in front of a wooden door in such a deserted alleyway and begged for mercy.
For a while, the laughter of some imps seemed to ring in his ears.
more than one.
"Hehehehe"
Those brats squatted with their hands and feet on the edge of the wooden door and looked at Taoist Changqing. They grinned at him and exposed their fangs, as if they were laughing at him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com