She overtook the young prince several times, and when she climbed the last step, her little feet hit the ground first...
Junzi Qian was half a foot behind her, finishing in second place.
She remembered that Junzi Qian's face was still dark until the deacon's boy welcomed them into the courtyard.
The way he looked at her was like looking at a monster.
Wu Jiuzi ignored him at that time, and waved goodbye to Mo Hanyu casually, then followed Mo Xiaoxiao to Lingshuang Courtyard, which was dedicated to entertaining female disciples.
It was almost three o'clock in the night and other disciples had gone to bed.
The arrival of Wu Jiuzi and Mo Xiaoxiao did not disturb anyone, and they were arranged in the same room.
The furnishings in the room are simple, with only some necessary daily necessities and two hard beds covered with thin mattresses.
As soon as Wu Jiuzi entered the room, she threw herself on the bed without any care and fell asleep in the dark. She was really exhausted.
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The morning star on the horizon is bright and dim, and the moon has faded into a silhouette. The sky is still a little dark, and the morning light has not yet appeared.
Wu Jiuzi had been standing in this huge square for nearly an hour. What he saw in front of him was a dense crowd of boys and girls, a large area, a thousand people...
She was sleeping soundly in the room when she heard a trance of silver bells ringing from far to near. Before she could really realize where she was, she was violently shaken awake by someone. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Xiao
Xiao's eyes were obviously excited: "Jiuzi, get up, gather, gather! The election officially starts today, you can't be late!"
So, half asleep, she washed up under the urging of Mo Xiaoxiao's demonic voice piercing her brain, and followed the people who came out one after another to rush to the square——
There were Jiuhua Sect disciples who maintained order in the square, and asked the new children to stand in teams of six according to male and female, and then in order of height.
These children were all around twelve or thirteen years old and wore all kinds of clothes. They must have been rich and poor.
Wu Jiuzi was neither tall nor short, and was lined up in the middle of the queue. Mo Xiaoxiao was slightly taller than her, and was lined up three or four people behind her.
Wu Jiuzi suddenly had the illusion that he was back in middle school again, with a group of primary school students standing under a red flag and lining up to wait for the flag-raising ceremony...
She was very tired yesterday, and she woke up very early today. She was terribly sleepy, but she didn't know anyone around her, and there wasn't even anyone to talk to to relieve herself from her nap.
Looking forward, I saw a large platform over two meters high in front of me. There were tables and chairs on the platform, but no one was sitting on it yet.
Wu Jiuzi yawned, raised his head and looked at the sky again. He had been standing like a little white poplar for so long. It was not yet dawn, and no bigger boss had arrived. They just waited here stupidly.
Is it because the big sect is deliberately trying to grind people down and take advantage of Qiao's rhythm?
Will we all have to live this kind of life from now on, sleeping from midnight to dawn, and maybe have to crawl around like training special forces?
Wu Jiuzi rubbed the center of his eyebrows sadly and sighed deeply. Suddenly, he was no longer looking forward to joining the Jiuhua Sect.
"You are indeed alive!" A low voice sounded, with a hint of gritted teeth.
Wu Jiuzi followed the sound and saw that a girl in light blue clothes from the left team next to her was looking at her rather arrogantly with disdain.
The girl was extremely beautiful, with big charming slanted eyes, a tall nose, and a small mouth like a water chestnut. She stood out among the group of children.