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Xiao Yao stared at the countdown that only he could see, motionless.

[Countdown to death: 359 days and 23 hours.】

The countdown jumped for another hour, and Xiao Yao's temples also jumped.

She moved her stiff neck, looked down at the communication talisman on the table, opened the compressed package Qi Miao sent back, and sighed.

Although her conscience was a bit uneasy, she still wanted to save her life.

Xiao Yao tossed and turned and studied the detailed information of several people all night long. It was not until the morning class bell rang that she rubbed her dry eyes and shouted in a long voice:

"Little Wolf~"

No one responded.

025 Liangliang said:

[Remember him now?It's too late, people have already run away.】

Xiao Yaoteng had to stand up.

She finally managed to keep the person under her nose and keep a close eye on him, but only two days later, the person was hiding?

Then her efforts were not in vain!

[Do you know where he went?】

[I don’t know, my field of vision is only within a ten-meter radius of you.】

Xiao Yao:......

Sure enough, I can't count on it.

Xiao Yao made a "tsk" sound and poked Qi Miao with ease:

[Look for Cang Lan.】

Qi Miao’s efficiency is surprisingly high:

[Miss, Junior Brother Cang Lan was spotted in the southwest corner of Wentian Square.】

Xiao Yao frowned slightly.

Why did you get there?

【reason.】

Qi Miao answered simply:

[Elder Cao teaches classes, and both inner and outer disciples can participate.】

Xiao Yao's heart returned to his stomach.

It turned out that he was not scared away by her, nor was he deliberately avoiding her.

That's good.

Xiao Yao stretched out and was about to change his clothes and go out. He walked to the hanger to pick up the hanging robe out of habit, but his hand was empty.

Xiao Yao looked up.

Oh, it turns out they are stacked.

In her cave, apart from her, there was Cang Lan. He folded the piles, and they were quite neat and even scented with incense.

Very considerate, I like it very much.

Xiao Yao dressed neatly and pushed out the door. His eyes were attracted by the fluff beside the door.

Is this Cang Lan’s wolf hair?

Xiao Yao squatted down, pinched a handful, and twisted it with his fingers. An idea flashed in his mind, and he immediately changed direction and turned back into the house.

Anyway, there is still some time before class ends, so let’s make another little handicraft for Xiaolang, and strike while the iron is hot to gain a good impression~

Cang Lan sat in the back right corner of the square, hiding in the shadows as much as possible.

The common sense of refining weapons explained by Cao Jingyan went in one ear and out the other, but not in the heart.

Because he was really too confused.

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