Chapter 184: 8 o'clock Slot in Dormitory_1

"Did he really say that?" Xiao Xiao lifted his head from his notebook, adjusted his glasses and asked in surprise.

"You didn't even meet him in person, did you just make up stories when you got back?" Xin Fat Man scrutinized Zheng Qing with a look of disbelief, then patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. "Don't worry ... we're all from the same dorm, we won't mock you."

"Theoretically speaking, there's nothing magical about that." Dylan's head hung over the edge of his coffin, holding a mirror in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, carefully polishing his fangs.

"Absolutely true!" Zheng Qing blushed, swearing by the sky and the earth, "If I'm lying, may lightning strike me!"

Although there wasn't any sun outside, a wizard's oath has always been very effective.

This action dispelled many doubts from the faces of the others.

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It was eight o'clock on Thursday night.