The Devil's Escape Diary

"Bah, baah, digress." Philips returned the topic himself: "Not to mention the strength of this high-level Huus, look at the things he did in the academy, is this the son of the Cruel Demon King? If yes, the guy Dako has to be slapped to death by him? I also specially invited their family over. Obviously the son was beaten. Those old guys were so happy. This Hugh is a demon. Clan, then the damn is also the heir of the deceitful devil! What this man says can't believe a word!"

"Also, he was a demon prince who ran into a human country. He was crazy, don't you know how to change his name? Are you afraid of death?"

The old housekeeper nodded, his face was stunned: "Master is really smart!"

"You..." Philips pointed to the old butler, and then sighed. He knew this was intentional by the old butler: "Forget it, I'd better go to Marshall and ask what's going on."

With that said, Philips got up and left the Ducal Palace and walked towards the academy.

Soon, he found Marshall.

Marshall did not show anything about the arrival of this rival. After all, the two have not dealt with each other since childhood, and it is not bad for this one.

"The relationship between the two of us, I won't circumvent you and ask you something." Philips didn't have any nonsense: "Do you know the details of that Husse? For example, his last name."

"What?" Marshall looked at Philips: "You have a holiday with him."

Philips nodded: "Yes, and it's not small, but I don't know his details now, so I dare not do it. But I think that guy is our common enemy."

Marshall squinted his eyes: "Common enemy? Hmm...In a sense, this is good. Then form an alliance against Seuss?"

What's this unlucky name?Although Philips didn't like it, he nodded.

Marshall relaxed his vigilance: "It's easy to say, then let's share information."

Philips' eyes lit up: "So you know what Huus's surname is?"

"Of course!"

"Last name?"

"Rothschild."

Philips: "..."

"..."

He was silent, suddenly silent.

Seeing Philips noodles like eating shit, Marshall wondered: "What's the matter?"

"You, here, me, get out!" Philips gritted his teeth as these words popped out one by one.

Hearing this, Marshall flicked his sword: "Fuck you! The alliance is broken! I am kind to help you, you fucking avenge revenge!"

Philips also violently drew out his sword: "Do you think I'm afraid of you! If you join forces, let me play tricks!"

In the next moment, the two of them started fighting in the academy!

ps: I looked at the statistics and found that I wrote 10,000 today, but only four chapters.I went to check it and found that there were over 2,700 words written in two chapters today, including this chapter.....it’s so special. If I pick out the more words in these two chapters, and then take the other The two or three hundred with more than two chapters jumped out, isn't the fifth chapter there???

Hey...It means that I did 10,000 jobs today and took 8,000 dollars...

Forget it, I am struggling with this. The plot is important, and I won't change it anyway.

This chapter should have been updated at 3:20. In fact, it could be updated an hour ago, but I accidentally swiped station B when the code word was used, and I saw a video about raising a cat.... Then... I watched it out of control for more than an hour...

The number of lock characters can only lock the computer, how to lock the phone...

ps: Ask for a ticket before going to bed!!!

Thanks to the 33 blades of Soy Mouyou, oops, I feel comfortable.

Chapter six hundred and twenty one: This is the discussion

Griffin College Infirmary.

Hughes and the others looked at Marshall, who was lying on the bed with his head wrapped, with a look of helplessness.

Anna even said helplessly: "You said you can't beat Philips, why do you have to do something with him?"

"Who said I couldn't beat it!" When Marshall heard this, he was anxious: "That grandson is not doing well! But that bastard is carrying a healing scroll! Rubbish! Shameless!"

"Okay." Hugh rolled his eyes and threw a bottle of red medicine over him: "Drink him."

"What's this?" Marshall asked with a confused look.

"Healing, don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Marshall looked at Seuss, then drank it humbly.

After a while, he scratched his forehead: "Why is it so itchy, Hugh, what the hell is there?"

"The itch is proof that your head is healing." Barbara walked over, with a cold light from the dagger in her hand.

The next moment, the gauze wrapped around Marshall's forehead slowly fell.

Marshall got up with a whistling hair all over his body: "You want to kill me!"

Elena shook her head: "You touch your head."

Marshall stretched out his hand and touched his head. He was taken aback, then slapped it with one hand, and then said with joy: "Mirror mirror! Let me take a look!"

Elena waved, and a water mirror formed in front of Marshall.

"Hey!" Marshall became excited: "It's really good! Hughes, do you sell this stuff?"

"Thinking too much." Hughes asked curiously: "You said you, find a magician to treat you for a while, it's all right. Why do you have to go to the infirmary to bandage?"

Marshall grinned: "It's too embarrassing to find schoolmates for treatment, it's not a serious injury, it's unnecessary."

"Are you not ashamed now?" Anna said grimly: "How do we know that you had an accident? The academy has spread that you were beaten by Philips."

Marshall's face turned dark: "Who did it!"

"Don't pretend to be an uncle here." Barbara said gleefully: "It's all spread now, who knows where? If it's the awkward one from Philips in the end? You have to look for it and then Get a beating?"

Marshall stared: "I said that the kid made the bomb!"

"Yes, he is deceiving." Seuss scratched his head and said with a puzzled look: "Why did you fight him for nothing?"

Hughes is very curious now. If he remembers correctly, he smashed Philips. Why did he go to fight with Marshall?

Isn't it good to come to yourself?For nothing, I missed a chance to pretend.

"The grandson is insane." As soon as he mentioned this Marshall, he was angry: "He licked his face and came to me and asked about things. But I told him, and this grandson started to curse people! How can I be used to him? This Nick City Others are afraid of him, I am not afraid!"

Anna curiously asked: "What did he ask you?"