So hot......

This was Zhao Yijin's first reaction after absorbing the fog that filled the surroundings.

Perhaps it's because the effects of these mist are too powerful.

After she accidentally inhaled them, in just a few seconds, the mist was quickly absorbed by her body and penetrated into every cell in her body.

Almost instantly.

She felt that there was a hot flame in her body, burning every cell in her body. Suddenly, endless desire shot into the sky, bringing a terrifying impact to her already weak body.

An unprecedented strange impulse made her body tense instantly, and her breathing became heavy in an instant.

Accompanying her breathing was...the confused gasping sound.

She stumbled forward and shifted her steps, barely holding on to her shaky body.

"What...what's going on..."

Her voice was as gentle as running water, and slightly trembling, like a taut cotton thread being plucked little by little with fingers.

She felt that she was about to lose the ability to think and could only reluctantly follow her body's thoughts.

"Come on, hold me, I know you feel uncomfortable!"

A man's voice appeared in her ears, causing her to unconsciously rub her legs.

According to her wish, she allowed the man to hold her in his arms.

The hands and feet were doing symbolic gestures, trying to resist but resisting.

Before she had time to think, a face that was very familiar to her and very close to her blocked her sight with an overwhelming gesture.

"Well!!!"

Her body suddenly became stiff, and her eyes widened, unable to believe what she was seeing.

The man kissed her forcefully, and his two strong arms locked her body tightly, preventing him from leaving and having nowhere to hide.

The touch in her consciousness was like a piece of slowly melting ice, carrying a unique fragrance that directly impacted her weak mind.

All this happened so suddenly, her brain suddenly stopped and fell into the so-called love storm.

As her consciousness became weaker and weaker, she felt that her stiff body gradually softened, like a kite whose string had been cut, and she fell into the arms of others.

After that, the two fell to the ground, and she straddled his lap, adjusting to his big hands caressing her waist.

Immediately afterwards...the claws that symbolized hell moved to her strategic military location. Here, it was extremely easy to capture the top lane or defeat the bottom lane.

His hands seemed to be born with electric current, causing a tingling sensation wherever they passed.

It made her consciousness even more confused and unbearable.

"Don't... don't do this." She refused in a low voice.

...

The purple smoke gradually dissipated, Zhang Feng took a deep breath and quietly watched the poisoned Zhao Yijin.

She had been holding Centipede Girl's body and chewing it for more than ten minutes... Such a fragrant scene made Zhang Feng wonder whether he should wake her up.

Don't call her... I can't bear it in my conscience.

Call her... I can't stand it in my conscience!

This is too difficult.

It is simply harder than memorizing English.

After careful consideration, Zhang Feng finally decided to break her fantasy and let her return to reality.

Otherwise, she doesn't know how long it will take to regain her consciousness.

Zhang Feng knelt down, raised his hand and slapped her twice on the face.

Zhao Yijin's sanity finally broke through from his fantasy.

She stared blankly at everything in front of her, not knowing what was going on.

Zhao Yijin's cheeks immediately turned red, as if he had eaten countless cans of chili peppers, so red that he could bleed.

She actually fantasized about being fucked by him...!!!

"..."

Zhang Feng didn't know what Zhao Yijin saw, and he couldn't see the expression on her face. In short, he was glared at by her inexplicably.

He still had that somewhat complaining glare.

Zhang Feng stood up and scratched his hair, looking puzzled.

"Now that we're awake, let's leave quickly. There are still many things to do."

Zhang Feng grabbed his collar and looked at the blood on his body.

His brows slowly furrowed...

Is it really possible for him to look like this?

It won't cause the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts...

What should he do if all the ghosts rush towards him as if they are desperate for their lives?

Very annoying...too much trouble.

He just hoped that there would be more ghosts in human form to discuss, so that he could save a lot of trouble.

Alas... life is so difficult.

Now that you've come, let's make peace with it.

Zhang Feng sighed with emotion and walked towards Area B minding his own business.

Zhao Yijin bit her lip and blushed. After rubbing her clothes with her hands, she stood up and followed him.

----Area B----

Since all the ghosts and ghosts around him were wiped out by a shameless person, Zhang Feng returned to the gate unimpeded.

The pressure emanating from here still made him feel physically uncomfortable, but he no longer had nosebleeds like the first time.

After passing through the gate, Zhang Feng finally stood in the teaching building in Area B.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "8:12".

Fortunately, fortunately, not much time was wasted. It seems that the time flow in the channel is not fast.

He was still worried before. If he came out of the passage and went straight to the afternoon, it would be a lot of fun.

Sadly, the scene outside the door has not improved.

The floor is still made of wood, but unlike Area A, there are cracks everywhere, like a disaster area after an earthquake. The floor is broken several meters long, and the wooden supports are exposed, which is extremely hideous.

The light bulb trying hard to emit light is hung on the ceiling, flickering from time to time to let people know that it is still barely functioning.

The musty smell... and the smell of wet garbage, the messy smell penetrated into the nasal cavity, making Zhang Feng involuntarily move his throat.

He took a breath, and even though he knew it was useless, he still put his arm in front of the mask and breathed little by little.

After a while, after getting used to the various smells in the air, the discomfort was no longer so strong.

"This place... smells so strong."

Zhao Yijin stepped into the door and looked around.

Almost the moment she walked in the door, her brows were locked together.

For someone with mysophobia like her, everything here is a nightmare.

If possible, she wouldn't even want to breathe...

"There's nothing you can do about the strong smell. Just get used to it. It looks like... this should be on the first floor. There is an office in front, we can go take a look!"

Zhang Feng scanned everything around him. When he saw the door number with the words "Teacher's Office" written on it, Zhang Feng pointed there.

Following his fingers, Zhao Yijin reluctantly shrank his neck, hesitated for a moment, and then took a step.

When I got closer, I saw that there was only a woman sitting in the teacher's office.

From initial observation, it seems that this place is adapted from an ordinary classroom.

In sight, a blackboard covered with chalk dust hung on the wall, and a wooden high-legged desk less than half a meter long stood in front of the podium.

The desk was full of filth, the blackboard eraser had been slapped hard on it, and chalk dust was scattered on the desk mixed with dust, making it colorful.

Underneath the lecture desk is a simple desk made of desks.

They are all made of wood, and when put together they look much larger than a lecture table.

The tables were placed crookedly, and many desks still had signs of decay, as if they had been gnawed by maggots.

The small wooden bench fell to the ground crookedly, and the broken legs of the stool caused the small bench to kneel on the ground. Children's random graffiti can still be seen on the back of the chair.

In addition, old electric lights and ceiling fans are still hanging on the ceiling, long and short wires are exposed, and the red and blue insulating rubber is covered with dust.

It seems like a major earthquake has just occurred here.

The woman sitting in the office seems to be a god with no desires or desires...

Zhang Feng did not enter rashly. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the old wooden door with the back of his hand.

"Dong dong dong"

"Please come in!" The woman turned around and faced the wooden door.

"Hello, we are new kindergarten teachers."

Zhang Feng walked into the door, straightened his collar a few times naturally, and squinted his eyes to observe the woman carefully.

She was wearing a white dress that was soaked in blood and in tatters.

What should have been a pretty face was covered by dirty hair covered in cobwebs and dust, making it impossible to see her face clearly.
Chapter completed!