Zhao Wuji realized that this guy was also a sixth brother.
They only apply poison and don't care about saving lives.
So what if we killed the wrong person?
Thinking of this, he slapped Tang San away, telling him to get lost.
Tang San was caught off guard and flew out, crashing directly into a house.
Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoming shook his head. It seemed he couldn't avoid a beating from Zhao Wuji.
He told Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu to stay away from Zhao Wuji, that he was a violent maniac, and that he couldn't afford to mess with him.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu nodded in agreement.
I can hear you!
Zhao Wuji's lips twitched, but he could only pretend he hadn't heard.
" Oscar!!! Come here!"
Zhao Wuji lay sprawled on the chair, his voice amplified by his Soul Power, carrying throughout the entire academy.
A short while later, a figure pushing a wheelchair hurriedly arrived.
" Teacher Zhao, what's up? I'm still feeding Fatty."
Wang Xiaoming looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man with a thick beard pushing an obese mummy in a wheelchair, running towards them from a distance.
this...
Looking at that big beard, Wang Xiaoming found it hard to believe that a young man's hair could grow so fast.
And what's the deal with that fat guy?
Ma Hongjun?
He remembered that he had indeed asked Mirror and the others to teach this guy a lesson.
They were quite ruthless; apart from his limbs, you could barely see any human characteristics left in him.
Zhao Wuji glanced at Ma Hongjun, and his lips twitched.
Ma Hongjun didn't know who he had offended, but yesterday his enemies sneaked into his dormitory and beat him up so badly that he lost all his teeth except for two, and he had to soak his steamed buns in water before eating them.
If Dai Mubai hadn't been in poor condition and returned to the dormitory early, Ma Hongjun would already be finished.
Those small eyes, wrapped in layers of gauze, were blinking and staring at Zhao Wuji's buttocks.
There's blood flowing from there... What happened?
Surely Teacher Zhao couldn't have been targeted too, could he?
hey-hey.
As long as he's not the only one in the academy who's having bad luck.
Ma Hongjun thought to himself with schadenfreude.
"Never mind him for now. He's eating so much, he won't starve. Get me some sausages, both kinds."
"Okay, sure."
Seeing Zhao Wuji's haste, Oscar quickly summoned two sausages.
Seeing Zhao Wuji slumped in the chair, he casually handed him the sausage.
"Come on, Teacher Zhao, open your mouth."
Oscar was used to feeding Ma Hongjun, so he blurted it out.
However, their current positioning is not very aesthetically pleasing.
Zhao Wuji: "..."
Did the academy recruit something unclean today?
Why are they all so annoying?!
Zhao Wuji snatched the sausage from Oscar's hand in annoyance and put it in his mouth to chew.
The uncomfortable numbness in my buttocks gradually disappeared.
Fortunately, that kid seemed rather poor and couldn't afford any strange poisons.
Otherwise, he would have lost everything, even his underwear, today.
On the other side.
Ning Rongrong and the others gathered around Wang Xiaoming.
Xiao Wu was in a great mood after having a fight where she could really give it her all.
However, Ning Rongrong's mood was not so pleasant.
"You're leaving already? Stay with me for a couple more days!"
She looked at Wang Xiaoming and Wang Dong'er with some reluctance.
"Sister Rongrong, you chose this place yourself, so far away from us. As the saying goes, it's better to cherish the memory than to meet again. You can think of us as much as you want now."
Wang Dong'er looked at Ning Rongrong with a teasing smile.
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at her.
"Hmph, who knew you, you little brat, would be so disloyal, refusing to stand by me."
"Sorry, but I'm still very satisfied with the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, right, bro?"
Ning Rongrong's gaze was drawn to Wang Xiaoming by Dong'er's words.
Looking at Ning Rongrong's hopeful face, Wang Xiaoming slowly spoke.
" Rongrong, you can play outside if you want, I don't care. I only have one request."
Wang Xiaoming paused for a moment, then said, "That means cultivation cannot be neglected."
"Tch, I won't fall behind in my cultivation anyway. I can only cultivate up to level 79... I'm already level 30."
Ning Rongrong pouted and turned her head away.
If it weren't for the inherent limitations of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Ning Fengzhi would have locked her up in the sect long ago to cultivate day and night, given her talent.
Besides, that's not what she wanted to hear.
He didn't even try to stop him?
You heartless bastard!
She suddenly regretted acting so decisively...
At this moment, Xiao Wu leaned on Ning Rongrong's shoulder and whispered something to her.
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up immediately, and her disappointment vanished.
" Xiao Wu, are you serious!?"
"Of course, why would I lie to you?"
" Xiao Wu, you're so nice~ Hmph, men, go to hell!"
Ning Rongrong hugged Xiao Wu tightly, and the two cups collided.
Looking at the crowd of people laughing and chatting, Zhu Zhuqing, who was sitting to the side with her hands dislocated, looked on with envy.
If only she could live such an easy life.
Thinking of this, she lowered her head in disappointment.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoming also noticed Zhu Zhuqing's gaze.
I almost forgot, there's another injured person here.
He pulled a card from the Ride Booker, which featured Ye Lingling holding up a blue begonia.
[ Kamen Ride - Nine Heart Begonia ]
The card was inserted into his belt, accompanied by a mechanical sound, and a Nine Heart Begonia appeared in Wang Xiaoming's hand.
" Nine Heart Begonia, Healing."
As Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, a healing light instantly enveloped the people around Wang Xiaoming.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were also included.
Ning Rongrong: "..."
She suddenly didn't want to be Sister Xiao Wu anymore.
Almost forgot, she just got screwed over by Xiao Wu, that lousy teammate!
Zhu Zhuqing was placed on the ground, which she subconsciously ignored.
Zhu Zhuqing felt a warm light envelop her; the feeling was so familiar.
She looked at her healed hand, raised her head, and looked at Wang Xiaoming.
He healed himself in the same way as before...
Zhu Zhuqing said softly, "Thank you..."
"You're welcome. I'll need your help getting along well with Rongrong and Xiao Wu in the future."
So that's why?
Zhu Zhuqing stood up and nodded to Wang Xiaoming.
"I will."
Meanwhile, the Shrek Seven Devils also noticed the healing light emanating from Wang Xiaoming.
Are there any healing-type Soul Master here?
Zhao Wuji's cheek twitched as his mouth was stuffed full.
If there had been a healing-type Soul Master earlier, why would he have been eating sausages? He'd be stuffed but the healing would be slow!
"Dai, Boss Dai, what's that?"
Ma Hongjun, in his wheelchair, peered sideways, trying to see what was happening over there, but his neck was immobilized due to an injury, and he couldn't turn it at all.