At this time, there are very few people at the seaside. Generally, people who play at the seaside are more in the morning and more in the evening, unless they are close, they usually don’t come over.
Haikui’s figure soon arrived at Fugang University from the seaside in ten minutes.
Passing by the university gate, I glanced at my head and went straight to Yunxiyue without stopping too much.
Came to the door of their home, Yunxi Moon, and Haikui’s knowledge spread out. After careful exploration, there was no abnormality and he tapped the door.
Qin Muyang, who opened the door, looked at the strange man outside and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Haikui was so stunned that she didn’t know herself. She immediately thought that her appearance had changed, so she couldn’t recognize it.
He ducked into the house and closed the door, then put his hand on his face to restore his original appearance and said, "I’m Haikui. I’ll tell you more later."
He breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the living room. "Is the cloud precious little moon and static fragrance there?"
Qin Muyang nodded. "Now everyone is practicing in the house."
"Well," Haikui was silent for a moment. He was thinking about whether to cancel the master-servant contract with Qin Muyang. Now she would be in danger. If it was too dangerous for her to follow, she wouldn’t know anything now, but she promised to give her a different life.
Thought of here, Haikui took out a blue book from the storage bag and handed it to Qin Muyang. "This is the basic cultivation method. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask Yunxiyue and Jingxiang. Besides, I have something to go out for a while from today. Send me a text message if you have anything."
He said as he took out a bank card from his pocket. "There are more than 20 million in it. Please give him to Yunxiyue and use the password well. I will come back to you later and practice hard."
Haikui dare not cherish the moon again. They stay here simply and then go out quickly.
He doesn’t know why his intuition tells him that it seems that someone has been staring at him all the time, and he can’t implicate Yunxiyue and them.
I thought Yunxiyue was the safest place in Fugang, but now it seems that it is not. He doesn’t know or he is a little nervous. His appearance changes again. Haikui walks along the street quickly. He has left nearly 10 thousand yuan in his hand to live for a while.
I found a hotel where I usually don’t need to register my identity. Haikui paid 2,000 yuan for a room and planned to stay for a month first.
Now there is only one way for him to be feasible, that is, to practice hard and improve as soon as possible so as not to be afraid of those who covet their magic weapon.
Hai Kui closed the door and drew a gathering spirit array with the method of Zhou Lin’s teaching. He sat cross-legged in the array and began to practice, but he didn’t dare to absorb the aura of heaven and earth with suction work * * because that would attract the attention of others. He could only slowly practice and compress the existing real yuan refining, refining, refining and refining in the body.
He practiced all night because there were too many distractions in his heart and he was worried that someone would find him, so he stopped practicing early the next morning, slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. The first thing he had to do was to turn on his mobile phone to see if anyone had contacted him.
Sure enough, there was a missed call from Yang Yulu.
He guessed that it should be for yesterday’s things on the stage. He called back and asked, "Yang Yulu, what did you call me about?"
"Haikui, where are you?" Yang Yulou asked directly and clearly.
"I have something outside," Haikui frowned. "Are you all right?"
"What happened yesterday? I asked if the script didn’t change. Did you change the play temporarily?" Yang Yulou asked with a bad breath.
Haikui laughed and cried, "I didn’t. Why do you think it was me?"
"Hum, you were awesome yesterday. You played Zhou Youwang, and your classmates praised you for being a hero. Then you left, but we were criticized by the teachers." Yang Yulu said discontentedly on the other end of the phone.
Haikui took a long breath. "Why should I criticize your performance just for fun?"
"The school teacher said that our performance distorted the facts and was violent. Everyone had to write a thousand words of inspection. The school also asked you to report to the student union as soon as you came back."
Haikui doesn’t understand "why"
"This ….." Yang Yulou suddenly stumbled.
Haikui was upset by her throughput and said impatiently, "Tell me something quickly."
"This is really without me. Although I usually don’t like you, we are still friends, so I definitely didn’t hit a person when he was down." Yang Yulu first made his position clear and said, "The teacher forced me to ask who changed the script because everyone didn’t know that I could only point the finger at you in the end. According to many students, it was all your doing."
Haikui laughed and cried, and according to many students, it was as true as it was. "I thought it was something big. Just this thing, the student union can do whatever they want. I don’t have the leisure to talk to them nonsense."
Yang Yulu is not in the mood to scold Hai Kui for swearing. "I just want to tell you that you have a psychological preparation. Today is Saturday and the day after tomorrow, classes will officially begin. If you don’t want the teacher to have a problem with you, I think you still need to explain it. All right, I’m fine. I’ll hang up."
"Bye-bye, then." Haikui thought for a moment and hung up the phone when there was nothing else.
The phone just hung up and then it rang with a strange number. Haikui hesitated and picked up the phone. "When do you think you can hide and hand over the Xuantong mirror as soon as possible, boy?" There came the voice of a strange man.
Haikui indecision undecided at this time is even more nervous. "How do you have my phone number? Who are you? How do you know that I have a Xuantong mirror?" After he finished, he regretted that he had typed the wrong sentence.