Chapter 779 (1/2)

Seeing the night clear and silent for a long time, the old ancestor continued: ”Lao Qi, I heard that you were in Xuanyuan college, and were assigned to the magic class, which is called the waste class?”

Night Qingluo fingertips waving bamboo chopsticks, smilingly glanced at the old ancestor: ”well.”

”When you go to the college that day, grandma will go with you and ask the dean to send you to the low Xuan class.” Laozu gentle smile, ”how to say you are also my night's legitimate daughter, strength is not bad, how can with that group of waste, stay in a class.”

As for the night clear falls in the Institute matter, the night clear shallow in order to preserve own position, naturally will not disclose half sentence to the night family person to know.

Ye Fengyu also felt that the night family was too generous to her sister. She felt that she was unfair to her sister. How could she talk about her heart with these elders.

In the eyes of the night family, yeqingluo was assigned to the class of waste because of its poor performance and was identified as waste.

”My ancestors are right.” Night day crazy toward the direction of night clear fall rely on, a kind father's expression, ”you are my night sky crazy daughter, even if the talent is worse, the Xuan level is lower, the ability is no longer bad, the low Xuan class is also able to enter!”

As if he had forgotten.

How did ye Qingluo enter Shangxuan college.

He also forgot that he himself had suffered losses in the night.

”Luo'er, yu'er is in the second class of low Xuan.” Night day crazy seems to have found the reason to belittle the night, feeling a little more relaxed, the smile between the eyebrows and eyes, also dyed a few sincere.

”You can rest assured that although you are not as qualified as yu'er, father and ancestor will try their best to let you and yu'er share the same class!”

Look at this tone, how much like charity?

It was as if she could be admitted to the Xuanyuan college at night, but also stained with the light of his night sky mania.

The bamboo chopsticks in night Qing's hands fell off the fingers and fell on the table.

It happened that the bamboo chopsticks fell into the soup, splashing the soup drop by drop, splashing on the side of the body night crazy face.

Hot soup, just a few drops, no pain.