It's All Tang San's Fault-Tang San Deserves to Die!

Liu Erlong was holding a glass of water, taking sips from mouth to mouth, but his eyes never left the message bar of Chat Group.

She looked calm on the surface, but inside she was scratching her head like a cat, wishing that the messages would come out faster.

Suddenly, a message popped up.

"What the hell?"

She took a sip of water and almost threw the cup away.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the words on the screen, and he couldn't help but curse.

"Is this kid still a human?"

She slowly turned her head and her eyes fell on Lin Qingmo not far away. Her eyes were full of horror, as if she was looking at some prehistoric Monster.

"When I reached level 50, I was already twenty years old!"

She swallowed, her voice a little shaky.

"How old is he? Spirit King is twelve?"

Her hand holding the cup was shaking slightly, and the expression on her face was wonderful.

"It's really annoying to compare people to each other!"

She took a gulp of water, wanting to swallow the sour taste all together.

Shrek Academy.

The night is dark.

The entire Academy was shrouded in a depressing and dull atmosphere, and even the chirping of insects was sparse, as if something had suppressed the throat.

In the dean's office, the lights were dim and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

Flender and Zhao Wuji sit facing each other.

On the old desk in the middle were several jars of strong liquor and several plates of almost untouched side dishes.

Neither of them had any intention of eating. They just kept pouring wine into the glasses and drank it down.

Zhao Wuji Another big gulp of strong alcohol poured down his throat, making his eyes red from the spicy taste.

He slammed the wine glass onto the table with a loud bang, causing the wine to splash out.

"Damn it! Yu Xiaogang That bastard is really not a fucking thing!"

His voice was frighteningly loud, the flesh on his face was twisted together, and his eyes were full of anger that was about to burst out.

"If it weren't for him, would those Qingmo children be able to leave?"

"For such a great talent to be forced away alive like this, I really get angrier the more I think about it!"

Flender sighed, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The helplessness on his face seemed to be engraved in wrinkles that could not be smoothed away.

"Old Zhao, there's nothing I can do."

His voice was low and hoarse, revealing an indescribable tiredness.

"Xiao Gang He has that kind of temperament. He accepts death and refuses to come out when he gets into trouble."

"I've told him so many times that my lips are worn out, but he doesn't listen to a word I say."

When he said this, he also became a little excited, and his eyes became wandering.

Zhao Wuji slammed the table so hard that the wine jar shook three times.

"Persuasion? What's there to do?"

"If his crappy theory really works, what good things can he teach?"

"Look at Qingmo, he doesn't do what he does at all."

"Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is the same, Innate Soul Power is so much lower than Tang San, but now? It's more powerful than Tang San!"

The more he talked, the angrier he became. He picked up the wine jar and took a big sip directly. The wine dripped down the corners of his mouth, and he didn't even bother to wipe it.

"He still thinks that he is the number one in the mainland Theory Master. Bah! I think he is a big joke!"

Zhao Wuji put the wine jar on the table, panted heavily and continued to curse:

"And what about Tang San and Twin Martial Souls? If your character is not good, you are not good!"

"Mu Bai had him crippled, and Little Ao absorbed Spirit Ring, but he also had an accident!"

"I think this kid's mind is not right at all. He only has eyes for himself. He is selfish and never cares about the life or death of others!"

"Alas..."

Flender leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.

Why doesn't he understand these things?

Lin Qingmo The day they left, he felt worse than anyone else.

Such a good genius should have been the glory of Shrek, but he was forced away by Xiao Gang.

And those things about Tang San - Dai Mubai was abolished, Oscar absorbed Spirit Ring and had an accident - why didn't he feel uneasy?

But what can he do?

Xiao Gang is his dead brother, and Tang San is Xiao Gang's only hope and sustenance.

He can't really break up with Xiao Gang, right?

"At this point, it's too late to say anything."

Flender opened his eyes, his eye sockets were slightly red, and his voice was filled with deep weakness.

"We can only train Mu Bai and Hongjun properly."

"As for Tang San's character problems, we, as teachers, should teach him more in the future and let him change slowly."

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.

Flender suddenly changed his expression and sat up straight.

A strong uneasiness surged into his heart without warning, like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Wuji Seeing that his face looked strange and he was mostly sober from alcohol, he asked quickly.

Flender said nothing, just frowned.

The uneasiness in his chest became more and more intense, weighing him down so much that he couldn't breathe.

He always felt that something bad was going to happen.

Qin Ming's hoarse shouting suddenly came from outside. The voice was urgent and panicked, exploding in the night:

"Dean! Oh no! Something happened!"

Flender and Zhao Wuji's expressions suddenly changed. Without saying a word, they rushed out of the office almost at the same time and ran towards the door of the Academy.

For Qin Ming to lose his temper like this, something big must have happened!

The two rushed to the door of the Academy.

The scene in front of them caused their pupils to shrink suddenly, and their eye sockets turned red instantly.

Qin Ming was covered in injuries, his clothes were torn in several holes, and his face was stained with blood. He stood there in a state of embarrassment, his body trembling slightly.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Oscar stood aside, their faces as pale as paper, their heads lowered, and they did not dare to express their anger.

Beside them, a simple stretcher was placed on the ground.

There is a person lying on the stretcher.

His whole body was scorched black, his clothes were almost completely burned, his skin was covered with burn marks, and he exuded a burning and pungent smell.

It's Ma Hongjun.

His eyes were closed tightly, his breath was as weak as a thread that could break at any time, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

"Hongjun!"

Flender let out a hoarse roar, rushed over and squatted next to the stretcher, his hands shaking violently.

I wanted to touch him but didn't dare to, for fear of hurting him.

Seeing the apprentice he had brought up since childhood turn into this.

His heart felt as if someone had grabbed it and squeezed it so hard that he could hardly breathe.

"Dean... I'm sorry..."

Qin Ming fell to his knees with a "plop", tears burst out of his eyes instantly, and he couldn't stop them. He cried bitterly and shouted:

"It's me who's useless! It's me who didn't protect Hongjun! It's all my fault! Please punish me!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes are red.

Grabbing Qin Ming's arm, Soul Saint-level pressure poured out uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and asked word by word, "What's going on? Who hurt Hongjun like this? Tell me!"

The voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between the teeth, with overwhelming anger.

Ma Hongjun Although he is a bit lecherous on weekdays, among these teachers, who doesn't like this child from the bottom of his heart?

Seeing him look like this now, Zhao Wuji wants to immediately find the murderer and tear him into pieces.

Qin Ming burst into tears and choked up and said, "Soul Hunting, Hongjun found the right Thousand-Year Spirit Ring. At the critical moment of absorption, he was suddenly disturbed by a huge movement, and Evil Fire had a backlash, and... it became like this..."

"Interference?"

Zhao Wuji stared and said sternly, "What interference? Where did it come from?"

Before he finished speaking, Oscar suddenly stood up.

His eyes were red, and he pointed directly at Tang San standing aside, with long-suppressed anger in his voice:

"It's him! It's all Tang San's doing!"

"If he hadn't made such a big noise when Hongjun was absorbing Spirit Ring, causing lightning to strike him, how could Fatty be disturbed? How could it be like this!"

Oscar was trembling all over, and the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

The last time he absorbed Spirit Ring, it was because Tang San was causing noise and interference nearby, which almost caused him to have an accident.

This time, it's Tang San again!

He really couldn't bear it anymore!

Today, he must scold him for this grievance, as well as his own share!