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Yan Yun was so anxious that he was about to cry.

If not for the fact that the Old Master Mo had treated him quite well and did not want the elder to be sad, and could only stay inside the purple apartment to act with Mo Le, he would have given up on this long ago.

If it wasn't for the fact that Mo Le suffered a grievance at his brother's place and that Yan Yun was a good person, the little girl would have let out his feelings to his heart's content.

But then, school would officially start tomorrow. Yan Yun was prepared to dive into his dream of learning the zither in the piano room, and avoid the girls as much as he could. If he couldn't afford to offend them, then wouldn't he be able to?

When the lanterns lit up, the crescent moon was like a hook.

The night was as cold as water, Yan Yun quietly left his room on the first floor. Borrowing the cover of the night, his figure moved like a ghostly shadow, and with a few leaps, he left the purple apartment.

In a corner of the Peking University's campus, a cultivator had delicate features. A gentle breeze blew past, causing his daoist robe to flutter in the wind.

Suddenly, the Daoist Priest brought together his five fingers and turned around. Dozens of sharp concealed weapons flashed with cold light as they howled and drilled into the dense forest not far away.

The sound of something breaking through the air could be heard, but in the next moment, it turned into clanging sounds of something colliding. Yan Yun casually waved a tree branch, making it so that the defenses around him were airtight.

In the blink of an eye, all the hidden weapons dropped down. Yan Yun picked up a few pieces of tree branches with his bare hands and sprinkled them towards the Spirit Dao.

"Boss, don't, don't!" The Daoist priest hurriedly begged for mercy, but the tree branch had already shot over.

The Daoist Priest held his hat with one hand and hastily turned around to escape. However, under great strength, the originally ordinary tree branch seemed to transform into a divine weapon. In just a short moment, it had caught up to the Daoist Priest's footsteps.

Aooo!

Not long after, a mournful, pig-slaughtering howl came from the dense forest that the Daoist Priest had entered.

Following that, the Daoist Priest staggered out. His hands continuously searched his buttocks, gritting his teeth as he pulled out a tree branch with a "chi" sound.

"Fan Er! Didn't I say it last time? If you use this move again, I won't show any mercy. Yan Yun walked forward, patted Zhang Faner's shoulders and said earnestly.

"Boss, you got a long memory this time." Zhang Faner said with a wronged expression.

"Hehe, let's get down to business. Do you know where the Seventh Aunt is?"

"Nope." Zhang Faner shook his head and continued to speak: "But we found traces of the Seventh Aunt's personal jade pendant.

"Yes, let Ah Xi be more careful." By the way, where are those people? Which powerhouses in Beijing will have their shadow behind them? " Yan Yun's expression suddenly turned grave, but his fighting spirit was even more intense, as if he had met his greatest enemy.

"For the time being, we haven't discovered anything. In that battle that year, although they set us up to win, it was only a miserable victory. I estimate that they have hidden away for a few years to recuperate."

"Hehe!" Even if it's recuperating, if you came here to investigate, you would definitely find some clues. Since you didn't find anything, it only proves that they have been developing very quickly over the years, and have been hiding it even more. "

Yan Yun patted Zhang Faner's shoulder, his eyes flashing with a wise and farsighted radiance, his aura changed greatly, and he was no longer delicate and pretty. His entire being was like a sharp sword that was waiting to be unsheathed, flickering with a sharp Qi.

"That powerful? Then Boss, what should we do? " Zhang Faner's expression became gloomy, he knew that Yan Yun had seen through everything, since Yan Yun had said the result of his deduction, it was basically the same as the truth.

"We will proceed according to the original plan. Also, the search for the Seventh Aunt must have increased our power, without the Seventh Aunt, we won't be able to find the location of the 'Immortal Repository', let alone taking out the Divine Stash to fight against those people."

"Boss, the Seventh Aunt will definitely make use of this opportunity, she will definitely make use of it."

However, when he thought about how the Seventh Aunt had already disappeared for ten years, and if he was still living, then the Seventh Aunt's ability would have been brought back to him a long time ago. If he did not appear this entire time, then something bad would have most likely happened, and Zhang Faner could only shake his head and give a bitter smile.

"I hope so. If anything happens to the Seventh Aunt, I will definitely annihilate their entire clan."

At this moment, a burst of killing intent surged out of Yan Yun's body, his entire being was like a sharp blade, he raised his head and looked at the moon, and muttered.

The next morning, after the few of them finished eating the breakfast that Chu Yunxi had made, Yan Yun stood at the door of the purple apartment as he watched the two girls walk off to school.

As for Chu Yunxi, she had already finished her breakfast and drove to her own company to work.

Looking at the happy backs of Mo Le and Lin Muer, Yan Yun was puzzled for a while. According to the terms of the Overlord, he had to wait for ten minutes after the girls left every morning before he could set off.

He looked at the time, it was eight o'clock, and class was already starting at 7: 50 PM. In ten minutes, class would start, and it was obvious that the two girls were doing it on purpose. The time was just right, and with that, Yan Yun would be late for his first class at Peking University.

Yan Yun was unsatisfied. It was already an Overlord rule, and now he was going to change methods to punish him. If Yan Yun refused, he had decided that he would definitely violate the Overlord rule.

"Fifth, you are not allowed to look at the clothes and pants we hang on the balcony or in the courtyard upstairs, and you are not allowed to secretly take them away."

When Yan Yun thought about this, he deliberately ran into the courtyard and looked up at the balcony on the second floor. There were colorful underwear, some were pink, some definitely belonged to Lin Muer, some were embroidered with cartoons, and some were used by Mo Le, and some were even light purple, cough cough cough … Chu Yunxi's.

Smelling the fragrance of the woman was a kind of realm, and seeing and understanding the woman, this was also a kind of realm. Yan Yun was constantly increasing his realm.

Looking at the time, there were still five minutes to class, Yan Yun whistled, and walked towards his class in a good mood.

There were only three members in the piano class, and the art department was not very popular. It was similar to the piano class where many of the classes only had a handful of people, who could not even be called a class, but an orchestra instead.

In this way, the courses were not easy to arrange. Helpless, the school decided to group up a few categories of small classes. This way, it would be beneficial for the development of many activities.

As for the cultural classes, most of them were attended together with the other major departments.

When Yan Yun arrived at the class, it was exactly eight in the morning. The class was still noisy, obviously the instructor had not come yet.

However, Yan Yun still noticed the corner of Mo Le's mouth twitched. It was obvious that Yan Yun wasn't late, so she wasn't too happy about it.

Yan Yun laughed inwardly, and then walked towards the only two boys in the class.

There were more than thirty people in the fusion class, but there were only two boys, competing against the foreign language department. The arrival of Yan Yun, was a typical scene of Yin flourishing and Yang weakening, and without a doubt, made the two boys' eyes fill with tears.

When Yan Yun first saw those two boys, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter. These two people were really too stylish, you could even directly call them "the fat and skinny duo".

The person on the left was thin and weak, with not a single strand of fat on his body. However, he still looked pretty good. The person on the right was fat, and had a very high height.

"Sigh!" Brother, if you want to laugh, laugh! "It's okay, we're all used to it." The skinny Hou Wenlei said with a bitter face.

"Right, laugh! It's okay, don't hold back anymore, haha! " Zhang Chi said.

Yan Yun laughed and shook his head, the two of them walking together formed a stark contrast, it would be hard not to laugh.

Probably because they were the only three men in the entire classroom, Yan Yun and the two of them quickly became familiar with each other. Not long after, a long-haired, middle-aged man wearing a light gray casual suit walked in.

Following the arrival of the middle-aged man, the entire class also gradually quietened down. Thinking about it, this person was Yan Yun and the others who guided them in the teamwork.