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text seventy-three, the life of a fox is like a dream

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    Both Hu Huan and Ling Xiao were dumbfounded, watching the aunt's back leave.

    "Is this aunt also a professional?"

    "It should be? I am on her body, and I don't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power."

    Hu Huan said in a low voice: "I didn't feel it either. Could it be that her spiritual power is too unpredictable and I'm too weak to sense it?"

    Ling Xiao nodded, she thought so too.

    Hu Huan stood up, and pulled Ling Xiao up without any hassle. Ling Xiao was held by Hu Huan by his little hand, very submissive, without any resistance.

    After the two had eaten, Ling Xiao proposed to go shopping. It was not until seven or eight o'clock in the evening that Hu Huan sent Ling Xiao to her house, and strolled back to the Museum of Modern Literature leisurely.

    This time, without any delay, Hu Huan entered his dormitory, chanted a mantra, and disappeared into the room.

    Entering the space of the mysterious conch, Hu Huan sat on the antique sofa, reached out and tapped lightly, and a notebook unfolded in front of his eyes.

    With the Tianyan technique, his reading speed was dozens of times faster than before, and a notebook was read very quickly.

    Hu Huan changed one and read it again in ten minutes.

    He can display the contents of the entire notebook on the empty desktop, a part of daily life that has nothing to do with research, and mark the direction of failure, so he can skip it completely.

    When encountering key notes, the corresponding memory fragments will pop up in his mind, and he can understand the essence of the content almost without reading it himself.

    Hu Huan's speed of reading the third notebook has increased slightly

    a little.  The notes that I didn't understand at all, after the integration of Tianyanshu's memory, I became familiar with everything from what I heard.

    Hu Huan mainly read the notebooks of Huang Shizhi, one of the three sages of Taiping, who had a mysterious background, practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, and was proficient in overseas thaumaturgy. He once worked as a librarian in the Vatican and a wizard in the oldest clan in Africa.  , is also proficient in South American spells, knowledgeable and rich in learning, but a genius born in the world.

    His research notes often have unconstrained ideas and eclectic ideas. Even for the same problem, there will be seven or eight different ideas. Each idea will be studied extremely profoundly, elucidating the subtleties that no one has seen before.

    Although Hu Huan deliberately ignored this senior's daily life essays, he still inevitably saw a lot of Huang Shizhi's Nissan life.

    This man was an ascetic monk in his early years, but he didn't know what went wrong, and suddenly he saw all the world conditions clearly, and started to behave freely, especially fond of learning foreign languages ??from European and American ladies.

    There is even a record that although Hu Huan had a glimpse, he was still deeply impressed. Huang Shizhi once improvised a long English sonnet, starting with praising his temporary English teacher, a British countess, from the outside to the inside,  One word at a time, long sentences move quickly, short sentences with more force, a total of 14,000 words, and more than 14,000 moves

    Hu Huan read all night. When he flipped through the thirty-fourth notebook, his eyebrows jumped suddenly. He couldn't help feeling dizzy. Knowing that he had exhausted his energy, he leaned on the sofa and took a nap.

    Hazy, full of sleepiness.

    Hu Huan faintly felt that he was hugged by someone, and his hands were stroking up and down, touching every inch of his body the fluffy fur.

    Hu Huan opened her eyes slightly, and saw a beautiful smile that couldn't be described in words. She said softly, "From now on, you will be mine."

    "This little paw is so cute, soft to pinch, and has a wonderful hand."

    Immediately, Hu Huan felt that his hands and feet were touched again, and heard this fairy-like woman say again: "As expected, it is indeed a nine-tailed spiritual fox. It smells fragrant and not offensive."

    Then this peerless face that one dared not dare to desecrate was stuck to Hu Huan's stomach, rubbing it back and forth, and holding his limbs down so that he could not move around or resist

    Hu Huan forcibly endured such humiliation, but there was one memory, another memory, endless, and no one understood it.

    Being firmly held down by someone's limbs, rubbed back and forth with their face, and rubbed repeatedly, this feeling has never been felt before. Hu Huan wanted to struggle at first, but his small limbs were completely powerless, and he couldn't resist at all. This woman  As beautiful as a fairy, but the strength of a pair of jade hands is incredible.

    "Stop rubbing it!"

    Hu Huan let out a strange cry, and suddenly walked out of the dream. Sweat dripped down his forehead. After a while, he woke up and said, "I just had a nightmare."

    "The woman in the dream is so vicious and cruel.??, insulted me in every possible way, so that not a single hair on my body was clean.  "

    At this point in his thinking, Hu Huan realized, where did he come from?

    "In my dream, I seem to be a fox, the little male fox"

    "That is, she was born cute and did not commit any crimes. How could she encounter such injustice?"

    Hu Huanhuan thought about it for a while, calculated the time, couldn't help screaming, and quickly exited the space of the mysterious conch. The first thing he did was to glance at the wall clock.

    The wall clock in the room pointed to noon, and the first class should be over soon.

    "Oops! You have to go down quickly, or you won't have time to have dinner with sister Ling Xiao."

    Hu Huan didn't have time to wash up, so he wiped his face hastily and rushed downstairs.

    When he stepped into the classroom, he happened to rub shoulders with the teacher who was lecturing. The other person's face was slightly stunned, and then he became a little ugly. He asked, "Why did you come down? I'm already out of class."

    Hu Huan replied: "It's almost lunch time, otherwise I won't be coming down."

    The teacher was so angry that he really wanted to reprimand him, but the teacher thought about it again and comforted himself: "I'm only teaching one class, why bother to compete with a student? It's not really my student, and I don't study the subject with me.  "

    The teacher's self-strategy was very smooth, and he walked away without looking back.

    When Hu Huan stepped into the classroom, he heard thunderous shouts. He couldn't help pulling the excited Xiao Jianseng and asked, "Why is it so lively today?"

    Xiao Jianseng smiled and said: "Today someone used a special warfare hero, successfully took office, and became a first-level professional."

    "The students are all happy for him!"

    Hu Huan looked up, and on the podium, a gentle bald man was raising his hand to everyone, but he didn't see anything ecstatic, proud and complacent, obviously his emotions were well controlled.

    Hu Huan was very impressed with this bald man, but he really didn't remember the other person's name. After all, he didn't even go to the cafeteria very much.

    He asked again: "Which clan has this guy become a professional?"

    Xiao Jianseng said enviously: "The Heavenly Demon clan is much better than me, I only have one Earth practice skill, and he has comprehended a special spiritual power¡ªGolden Color!"
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