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The strength of the student was not that strong. His skull was knocked open and his brain splattered everywhere. However, he was sure to be bleeding profusely after lying down.

When the other student saw this, he took out a knife and slashed at his wrist. The blood flowed rapidly and in less than a minute, his face was pale as he fell to the ground.

The teacher looked at me as if to say, "I've already arrived earlier than you, you can decide for yourself."

I looked and was a little confused. How could I die to show my guilt more than the other two?

I remembered that the classroom was on the second floor, so it didn't seem like much use for me to jump down there. With that in mind, I looked down. I'm tired, but aren't there only two levels? Since when was it so deep!?

However, this was just what I wanted. After apologizing to the teacher once again, I leaped down.

As I was in the air, I suddenly understood. Am I an idiot? Wasn't it just being late? Was he really going to jump off a building?

After coming back to my senses, I found myself in the middle of the road, with a car speeding towards me.

I could see the panic in the driver's eyes. He braked, but I couldn't lift my foot, so the car hit me at a fast speed.

I flew into the air again. There wasn't a single part of my body that didn't hurt. Why do I always have a bad hand these days?

In my heart, I knew I wouldn't die, but the pain was too much.

He landed on the ground, rubbed it hard and bounced up, then fell on the ground again.

Where the bones were broken, I could no longer feel it. There was blood in my eyes, as if there was a fire burning. Before my consciousness completely dissipated, I heard Bai Bai say loudly, "Dung, you have disappointed me so much."

When I woke up, I was already in my room in the hotel. Song Nan and I had originally lived separately, but now the room was empty except for me.

The pain was still in his body, and his eyes were still clouded. Seeing that I had woken up, he jumped to the side of my face and kept rubbing against it.

I reached out my hand to touch him, and the familiar touch allowed me to find the truth of living.

"Bai Bai, has the dragon been killed?" My throat was burning. I sat up and poured myself a cup of water. The few steps back and forth had really taken my life.

"Not yet."

I vaguely guessed that if the dragon had already been killed, then I shouldn't be here anymore.

"Are you sure who the dragon is?" The water went down my throat and came back with a rusty, slightly disgusting taste, but I forced myself to drink a few more mouthfuls.

Xiao Bai jumped onto my leg and started apologizing, "I couldn't hold it in. It appeared a little earlier. The dragon ran away."

How could I blame him?! He showed up early to save me.

Initially, I was a little hesitant about taking action against the dragon. Unexpectedly, it didn't hesitate to put me to death.

Since that was the case, he might as well end the battle quickly.

I asked you to send me back for nothing and took the Pixiu. The Pi Xiu was a little too big for me, so I didn't continue to wear it, but I felt that if I wore it, I could stimulate that dragon a little more.

The next day at the set, many people who knew about Pi Xiu told me that I should put it inside my clothes. I laughed and replied that it was just a broken stone.

Several times, I felt myself locked on by an angry gaze.

I'm no longer afraid today, so I obediently stay in my stomach. No matter what illusions you come into, I will be able to easily deal with them. Besides, there was Song Nan. The furious Long didn't know if he would dare to go berserk under Song Nan's nose.

When Song Nan saw me wearing a Pi Xiu, he already knew my intentions, but he didn't speak to me. I wanted him to say something to me, but I couldn't get it out for a long time.

After swearing at himself, I shifted my gaze away from Song Nan.

They were already filming the modern part, taking the views at a local university, occasionally pulling in a college student for a group performance. At noon, the director asked me to stay behind and help pay the group for their lunch box while he led the crew to the next location.

I unhesitatingly agreed. My being alone was the best time for the dragon to make a move, so I thought that it wouldn't give up.

The crew left very quickly, leaving only me and a prop master.

After dividing up the food and money, the prop master and I started to organize the props. This time, he mainly filmed a few people walking around the school, as well as some footage from the classroom and study room. He was only a music teacher, so he didn't have many books in total.

Very soon, we were ready to leave, but when we were about to leave, Dragon Fighting did not appear. Did it really give up?!

"Eh? Why is it here? " The prop master made a sound of surprise, and when I looked at him, he was holding an incense burner in his hand.

I've seen this censer before, it's one of the props from the antique part.

The prop master held up the real censer and was a bit at a loss. "This is a genuine antique, we can't afford to pay for it!"

The prop master wanted to drive, so I stretched out my hand and took the censer. The prop master repeatedly told me to hug it well before starting the car.

I held the censer and looked at it carefully. There didn't seem to be anything special about it, so I tossed it to the side of the road. But since the prop master said so, I could only accept my fate and help him carry it.

The next one was farther away, and after a few minutes of sitting, I began to doze off.

The landscape began to darken, and someone called to me.

"July! "July!"

I opened my eyes and found myself following a woman. She was walking very fast, and her voice was calling out to her.

She's in July, so who am I?

With a blank look on my face, I mechanically kept up with her footsteps. When we arrived in front of the person who was calling her, it turned out to be Zhao Gong!

I held the incense burner and waited at the side. Zhao Gong, who was dressed in an ancient costume, leaned over to July's ear and said something.

July's pretty face was now very grave, and she would shake her head when she heard a word or two. Finally, when Zhao finished, July said, "No, he'll kill us."

I knew that this dog-couple must have had some sort of relationship. They had an affair so early on, and the previous incident must have been a stratagem of July along with Zhao Quanlai. Our family's Min Hao actually rushed over to save her.

I thought to myself that my expression might have changed a little. When July looked at me, the pupil of her eyes suddenly widened. She said in a low voice, "What did you hear?"

I subconsciously replied, "No, I didn't hear anything."

This time, not only July, but even Zhao Gong's face changed. I thought, Did I say something wrong?

The two people in front of me didn't give me an answer.

Sensitivity.