Hee Yousheng ignored the threat and showed a sarcastic smile: "Fate will happen in the end, you can't hide it."

"No matter what, you can't see it anyway." Han Yu was too lazy to continue talking nonsense to him. Everyone in the new bishop would never repent. Now that I can't bite people, I will disgust people.

The Youshui Knife trembled, bringing transparent ripples in the air. He was cut by one knife and completely lost his breath.

With the killing of Yusheng, the miniature version of the Dark King with a breath left behind completely disappeared.

Han Yu ignored the equipment that broke out on the ground, put away his knife and turned around and walked to Qu Zhuo's side.

"Principal, it's solved, thank you for coming here."

Although the school used it as bait this time, if they didn't come, they might have really left it here, and Han Yu was not dissatisfied.

"Yes." Qu Zhuo patted Han Yu on the shoulder: "You don't have to care about his words. This is the case with the new bishop member. Even if he is about to die, he will still disgust you."

Han Yu nodded: "Don't worry, Principal, I didn't take it seriously. I never believed in fate."

"That's good." Qu Zhuo nodded: "Then you go back to the tent, we'll just sort out the next thing."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, teachers."

Han Yu was indeed very tired. He was almost killed by the spear of the Dark King, but now he has just stopped his blood.

I turned around and walked towards the tent, thinking that the fume rock lizard had died once, and it would take another three or four days to use it. It is estimated that the competition will be difficult to use.

However, in a national competition, I guess I can pass the level without using the molten rock lizard.

"By the way." Qu Zhuo suddenly turned around and shouted Han Yu from behind: "Which equipment did your skill to resummon the molten rock lizard come from?"

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, but replied: "My scepter, the bondage of vows, the artifact obtained in the companion space."

"Oh!" Qu Zhuo looked suddenly enlightened: "No wonder the skills are so powerful."

Qu Zhuo watched Han Yu leave, thinking.

Han Yu did not turn around, and after returning to Qu Zhuo's words, he continued to walk towards the camp.

He didn't believe what He died, but Qu Zhuo listened to it a little.

But it is not surprising that when the new bishop takes this attitude, even Han Yu must believe that he is really the so-called Son of God.

Or, now everyone believes that if the new bishop is not sure, how can he be willing to pay such a price?

But no matter what, Han Yu is still on the side of the human camp, as for the future...

Han Yu smiled bitterly, Does Destiny really exist? Just like Xu Lan?

Han Yu was too lazy to think about things that he couldn't figure out.

After escaping several times, he was indeed a little tired. He fell asleep without saying a few words to Kong Yuyin and the others in the tent.

When Han Yu opened his eyes again, he found that the surrounding environment had changed drastically, no longer a tent, but a cramped modern hut.

Getting up from the bed in confusion, Han Yu rubbed his sore head and looked at the room.

"This is...my home?!"

Han Yu was stunned for a moment. This was not his home in Zicang City, but the home he had traveled through time.

Before he could react in his mind, Han Yu had habitually sat in front of his computer, pressed the keyboard, and the display lighted up, and the game he had not ended on it.

"Dream? Or am I... really back?"

The memories in Han Yu's mind began to be confused, the memories in his mind began to blur, and everything was like a bubble in a lake.

When frowning and contemplating, water-like ripples appeared on the computer screen.

Just as I was looking at it carefully, an arm suddenly stretched out from the screen - a child-like delicate palm, and the exposed wrist was full of complicated runes.

Behind the wrist is a long-sleeved robe like the deep sea.

As soon as his palm appeared, he grabbed Han Yu's neck tightly. Although his palm was small, his strength was extremely huge.

Han Yu's eyes were protruding, and his suffocating fear made him struggle instinctively, kicked him on the chair and fell towards him.

When his body fell, Han Yu finally felt a trace of clarity appearing in his mind—

"Han Yu! Han Yu! Are you okay?"

A familiar voice came from his ears, and Han Yu opened his eyes again. He was still in the tent. Ying Yuzhu held a staff, Qu Zhuo, Zhu Xun and others were all looking at him nervously.

Han Yu sat up, his body was soaked in sweat: "It's okay, I've had a nightmare."

"Is it just a dream? I was frightened by the Dark King yesterday?"

Han Yu wiped his sweat and calmed down his violently beating heart.

This dream is a bit too real, and Han Yu is still a little scared when he thinks about it.
Chapter completed!