Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 426 is not good, the ancestors are not good.

"Low, low Xuan class?"

Yu Chi’s unbelievable eyes wide open and full of surprises: "Eight young masters, with your qualifications, even if you can't enter Gao Xuan class, you can enter Zhong Xuan class! How can you go to the low Xuan class?"

Because there are two in front, they all went directly into the night of Gao Xuanban and the night Fengru.

In their conception, the low Xuan class is the most inferior class.

"I... I think the low Xuan class is very good." The night Fengjing was so stunned, and was stared at by the ancestors of the ancestors, the back of the back was cold, and he lowered his head and shouted. "I am in the low class, can Learn more..."

"It's the low Xuan class that I let him go." When the night fell and interrupted the night Fengjing, the voice was flat. "Before the college where Xiaoxu was on, he was completely ruined. He must consolidate his foundation. The low Xuan class is the best place to train."

The reason why she explained it was that she did not want to see the shock of the singer, and the smugness of the eyes was stimulated to the night maple.

Like the child of the age of Fengjing, the soul is the most vulnerable, and I like to think about it.

If it is really under the suggestion of Yu Chi, it is considered that the low-class class is the most waste class, and it is very likely to hit the night Fengjing to consolidate the basic thinking.

However, this explanation is an extremely far-fetched excuse in the ears of the ancestors and Yu Chi.

The placement of Shang Xuan College, which is where she said she wants to go, which class can she go to?

"Wait, you are this magic class... What is going on?" The ancestors raised their eyes and looked at the night with a strange look.

She heard about the performance of the overnight check-out.

Breaking through the twelve hours that a genius was created hundreds of years ago, through the record of admission examination, the new record set by the night is half an hour.

Twelve hours, and half an hour.

This contrast is more obvious!

Then, at the time of the ability assessment, it shines.

Such a result, how can not be assigned to the magic class, the class of the waste pronoun!

"Would you like to go out and play with the waste of the Devil's Class?" The old ancestors looked blue and green, and the wooden fish in his hand was knocked off.

The ancestors of their ancestors, the most disgusted, are waste.

Although she hates nights and clears, it can be said that Sanquanzong is the night.

Even entered the magic class?

If it is passed out, how can others sneer at the class?

The older ancestors thought, the anger on the face, how can it not cover up.

It's no wonder that the night will not be enterprising, and the holidays are still thinking about going to play.

The courage is to let those wastes go bad.

"Go to the elders tomorrow and talk about it, the devil's class... you can't stay again!"

The night is clear and charming, and the corner of the mouth evokes a smile like a smile: "The magic class is not a waste, I don't stay in the magic class, and have little to do with the ancestors."

"you!"

"The most important thing is... ancestors, now different times, your sentence is not as good as it was. If you can easily talk about it, then it would be the best college."

The old ancestors face a burst of green and red, although the night is clear, it can be true, can be a younger generation, in front of the face, she can not hold this old face!

"Seven Miss, what do you say..."

When Qiu’s family saw his ancestor angry, he immediately stepped forward, caressing the chest of his ancestors, handing her tea, and turning his head to look at the night.

"The ancestors care about you, think about your future. If you don't want to, don't you, why bother to swear the ancestors?"

The old ancestors drank a cup of tea and brought the gas back.

A pair of hazy eyes, staring coldly at the night.

The night is clear and the corner of the mouth is lightly hooked, counting the time, the real good play, it should be almost staged.

She got up and smiled very elegantly: "If you care about me at this time, it would be better to care about your lady who has graced the family..."

When the voice just fell, I saw a follower flustered and ran in: "It’s not good, my ancestors are not good..."

Seventh more~

There are updates later! Baby, take a break early~ It’s the same tomorrow.

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