Chapter 28 Little New Year, please don't blame the teacher.
Time slowly passed.
Jiang Nian lived a simple life, going between three points every day, and became even more cautious.
The following summer.
This semester was over.
Jin Yue'er successfully broke through to level fifteen, and she passed her entrance exam with ease, almost defeating her opponent in one move.
"Brother Jiang! From now on, we are in the same class!"
A girl with pigtails wearing a princess dress skipped and jumped up to him, her hands behind her back and a beautiful smile on her face.
She still wore the longevity lock around her neck, and she looked much more radiant than before.
Jiang Nian nodded slightly, without any surprise.
It was drizzling at the Spirit Hall today, and the sky was gloomy, as if something big was about to happen.
He held up the Heavenly Dao Umbrella and tilted it slightly towards the girl with pigtails.
"You still need to work harder."
The newly grown-up Jin Yue'er stuck out her little pink tongue, thinking about the wonderful life of being classmates with Jiang Nian.
Thinking of this, she counted on her fingers. She suddenly felt a little discouraged.
It seemed that they could only be together for a little over a year?
Oh well, this was enough.
Unlike Sister Xiaoxue, who didn't even have a chance...
Drip, drip~
The light rain fell steadily, the air still a little stuffy, making one feel somewhat oppressed.
Jin Yue'er looked up at the sky and murmured to herself, "I heard that His Holiness the Pope led a large group of people to kill a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast. I wonder how it went..."
Jiang Nian's eyes narrowed, and he shut his mouth without replying.
If there were no unexpected events, Qian Xunji should have been killed by Tang Hao, who had just entered the Title Douluo realm.
Actually, he didn't quite understand how a level 90 could fight a level 95, and with many elders involved, how could Tang Hao have managed to severely injure him?
He wondered if Little Golden Hair would be upset when he heard this news.
"Yue'er, it's getting late, let's go back."
Jiang Nian looked at the girl beside him and said softly, "Alright, alright~ See you tomorrow." Jin Yue'er waved her hand and ran back to the Hall of Offerings.
She glanced back a few times along the way and found that Jiang Nian's figure had already disappeared. She couldn't help but pout.
"Teacher? Are you there?"
Jiang Nian knocked again and realized something was wrong when he didn't get a response.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to go back to his room first.
Qian Xunji's matter had nothing to do with him. Maybe Bibi Dong was laughing heartily right now.
Was he still unable to escape the schemes of a certain God King?
Jiang Nian shook his head, sat cross-legged, and entered a meditative state.
The Papal Palace.
A group of elders bowed their heads outside, not daring to whisper.
Qian Xunji's bedroom was crowded with people.
Bibi Dong stood at the back, her arms crossed, her eyes cold, her face showing neither sadness nor schadenfreude.
She calmly watched the blond man on the sickbed who was on his deathbed.
"Ji'er…" Qian Daoliu held his cold hand, his face filled with sorrow. Even though he despised his beastly son, he was still heartbroken at this moment.
"Father, what happened?!" Qian Renxue looked at him with tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with sobs, her voice choked with sobs.
Jin E and the other elders stood silently to the side.
What they couldn't understand the most was that Qian Xunji, leading so many people, had actually been killed by Tang Hao?!
This was simply unbelievable!
"Father… Xiaoxue…"
Qian Xunji murmured, his face haggard. He knew that in his current state, his days were probably numbered.
His mind was filled with Tang Hao's hammer blow. It was very strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it…
"Father, you must avenge me…"
"The shame of the Spirit Hall must not be forgotten."
After saying this, he fainted, and silence fell over the room again.
Soon, everyone except Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue left.
Bibi Dong stood on the steps of the Papal Palace, letting the raindrops fall on her face.
A few minutes later, a smile appeared on her lips, soaking wet, then vanished, a cold glint in her eyes.
"Tang Hao, Tang Hao, I don't know whether to thank you, or..." ...
Tap tap~
Crisp footsteps sounded outside. Jiang Nian knew Bibi Dong had returned.
He got up to check and found a charming woman standing outside, drenched in rain. Her purple dress clung to her skin, outlining her exquisite figure, and her deep eyes revealed a rare joy.
Bibi Dong gently patted his shoulder: "Little Nian, go get your teacher a bucket of hot water."
Jiang Nian: "Huh?"
Seeing her gaze drift towards him, he quickly replied.
Jiang Nian jogged to the bathroom and filled the wooden bathtub that Bibi Dong often used with water.
When it was less than four-fifths full, he immediately heated it.
Soon, the water temperature reached about seventy degrees Celsius.
He sprinkled some rose petals and gardenias as a small decoration.
After finishing all this, Jiang Nian went to Bibi Dong's boudoir.
"Teacher, it's all done."
"Hmm~ You may leave."
"Yes."
Jiang Nian returned to his room, lowering his eyes in deep thought.
About half an hour later.
Bibi Dong's words reached his ears. After listening, he sighed and got up to go.
He was about to become the little Nian who took care of her daily needs.
"Knock knock knock~"
"Come in."
Pushing open the door, Jiang Nian saw Bibi Dong sitting in front of the dressing mirror getting ready and walked towards her.
The warmth from her bath hadn't faded, and she carried a faint scent of roses and her unique body fragrance, very pleasant.
Her loose, wine-red hair flowed down her back as she combed it.
She now looked like a young girl just entering her teens, showing no signs of approaching thirty.
"Teacher, is there something you need?" Jiang Nian asked respectfully from the side.
Bibi Dong was busy with her own things, and only spoke slowly after he finished combing his hair.
"Little Nian, if one day you were to stand against me, what should your teacher do?"
Jiang Nian's heart skipped a beat, and he answered without hesitation.
"No need for your intervention, teacher. I will commit suicide on the spot."
Bibi Dong turned and pinched his chin, continuing with a hint of pressure, "Sincere? What if you really betray your teacher?"
"Impossible! Teacher treats me like her own son. Whatever you ask me to do, this disciple will never utter a single complaint!" Jiang Nian said resolutely.
He raised his hand, his face serious as if he wanted to swear an oath.
"Heaven above, if I, Jiang Nian, were to betray you in this life… oh…"
Seeing his mouth covered, he simply stopped speaking.
A lingering fragrance remained on his fingertips, fresh and natural.
After Bibi Dong withdrew her jade-like hand, the fragrance gradually dissipated.
Her expression softened, and she propped herself up on one arm, satisfied. "No need for oaths, I believe you."
Then, she pinched Jiang Nian's cheek, looking earnestly into his eyes.
"Xiao Nian, if your teacher ever does anything to you in the future, it's for your own good."
"Never resent your teacher, understand?"
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