Ye Qingluo nodded solemnly: "yes, if Yunxiang elder wants to kill me, he will commit suicide."
Yunxiang's face was blacker, but this time, he learned to be clever and didn't reply.
The night clear falls this just to put the vision on the Dean body, frown: "the college is a student, even if see me not happy, but also won't take such a big risk, look for killer to assassinate me from outside the hospital?"
After a pause, the night Qingluo pursed her mouth, and some uncertain self asked, "is it because I was punished to go to the second floor of the library in the morning..."
The dean's sword eyebrow raised quietly, and his sight glanced at the elder Yunxiang.
There is a trace of killing in the eyes.
Ye Qingluo pretended not to see it, and murmured to himself: "it's just that I accidentally made his herbal medicine and broke into his medicine refining room. Is it necessary to kill me..."
Herbal medicine? Pharmacy room?
The Dean caught the key point: "what do you mean?"
"I've never been to the second floor of the library. Ghost knows there's a strange old man's medicine refining room in the library."
"Are you in the medicine room?" The dean's expression slightly a congeals, that pair of eagle eyes like a wrist, tightly held the neck of night clear fall.
Night Qingluo calmly to the eyes of the president: "I just cleaned up the herbs on the table for him. What I stepped on, I fell to his special medicine refining place and was caught."
The dean's squinted eyes seemed to be examining the words of the night.
"That's the pharmacy room of the first pharmacist in the college, named ghost doctor." The dean's hand was on the desk again.
Although he looked old, his hands under his sleeve robe did not look rough.
A forefinger slightly curved, gently tap on the desktop, forming an unprecedented sense of oppression.
The sound of the beat seemed to be the sound of death.
Ye Qingluo suddenly said, "pharmacist of the medicine school! It's no wonder that he has such a strange temper, and he keeps me together with the medicine tripod, so that I can recite some books about pills. "
The sound of the dean's beating stopped abruptly: "are you locked in the medicine refining chamber by the ghost doctor?"
The medicine refining room on the second floor was specially built by him in order to retain the ghost doctor. He also knew about the secret room for refining medicine.
If the night is shut in the secret room
Night Qingluo nodded, "I have been locked up until reciting the pill books before I put out, and let me report to the refining room tomorrow."
Half truth and half falsehood are more trustworthy.
From the dew of Beiming, ye Qingluo knows the status of ghost doctor in the college.
Should be similar to the ghost, are respected by the college.
She pretended to know nothing at first, saying that she had been locked in the secret room all the time, which meant that she could not overhear the conversation between the dean and the Dharma protector, thus dispelling the president's suspicion of her.
And then he threw out the idea that the ghost doctor wanted to take her as an apprentice.
Moreover, when it comes to ghost doctors, the dean will also consider ghosts.
For her sake, Yougui did not hesitate to teach in the magic class. The Dean must have a deep memory of her.
Even if the president would rather kill by mistake, he would not let go of a person's temperament.
Under the double hint of the secret chamber and the ghost doctor, she will be spared her life for a while.
"Oh?" The dean's eyebrows were slightly raised, showing a trace of a smile, "ghost doctor always has a bad temper, all the students who study are expelled from the medicine refining room by him, and the night students will be looked on by the ghost doctor."
"I almost died under his claws!" Night Qingluo rolled a white eye, a face does not believe the appearance, "I see today's killer, is he found!"
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