The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

It lasted only a minute in total because of the fighting between seven and a dozen people.

Meng Baichuan has not finished a cup of tea yet, Li Wenyuan has been pounded into the mud pit by Muyan.

When I grabbed my hair and pulled it up, my face was full of blood, my teeth fell off and my hair was bald by several pieces.

Seeing Dean Lingwu, who has always been powerful, makes him look even more miserable than a skinny dog.

Forgive me for clapping my hands just now to call a good star student, I couldn't help but fight a chill.

Cruel, cruel!

Several other heads of household are no better.

It doesn't count if one is hung, and the other is tortured without a face of dignity.

A scream like a pig killed everyone at Star College.

Shit, a minute ago, their stars were still weak and oppressed.

Now, how come their star students are more like bullies who bully the good?

They all have some sympathy for these ever higher dean heads of household.

Who's wrong with it? You have to mess with the Seven Devils!

……

On the big Tai Yi Square, the Yao team of seven people sat in the chair of the master.

Behind him stands the star student of dense numbness.

From time to time, people go up and squeeze their shoulders, slap their backs, and hand them the melon fruit tea.

In the meantime, the students behind them will have to fight for who's turn to do these things.

Not far away, in the center of Tai B Square, a dozen people hung upside down.

The deans and elders of Lingwu College, the heads of several households, and second-class sects.

These men were stripped one by one, leaving only one pair of shy pants.

The hair is also picked out of the east, the west is bald, the nose is blue and the eyes are swollen, that sad look, can't help but tears of sympathy.

They had been exposed to the sun for two hours, when sweat, hanging from their foreheads like droplets of rain, kept gathering and flowing on the blue stone floor.

“Kill me!! Junmuyan, Fugitive Seven Demons, Meng Baichuan!! Kill me if you can... Kill me!” Li Wenyuan's voice was already dull, but he kept yelling.

Moo-yan dropped the tea pot and shook his head. “Dean Li, you've been howling for two hours. You're not tired yet! Oh, don't worry, our star college is the friendliest, how could you kill anybody? They say, don't they? ”

“YES -!!” Nearly 10,000 students responded with astonishing relief.

And the few hung upside down, they can't help but faint.

Go... to your mother's friendliest hospitality! Wouldn't it hurt your witch's conscience to say that? Won't it hurt?

Mu Yan's smile became more and more lazy and seductive: “So instead of killing you, we'll be painting some wonderful and uninspiring famous paintings by my third brother, the famous painter of the Blue Realm, using you as a reference. ”

Upon hearing this, more than a dozen people hung upside down were all stiff.

Even the sweat that runs like a stream solidifies in fear.

Even the most arrogant Wenyuan is scared to death.

Muang continued: “Why are you all so unhappy? Oh, I see! You must be afraid that your figure won't be as beautiful as the original Tian family, and you're afraid that it won't be as popular as Tian's share? That's true, Dean Tang Lingwu, if the sales of the portrait is not as good as the already exasperated owner of the Tian family, where does this leave President Li's face? ”