Chapter 573 March Term 2

Could it be that in the eyes of these students, he is not as good as a few broken lotus seeds!

I have to say that Qiu Hailing is the truth.

For these students, moisturizing lotus seeds can help with cultivation and improve their cultivation. He, the dean, seems to be really useless.

The Run Mulianzi is suitable for students at all stages of the spiritual absorption realm and the spiritual casting realm, so almost all the students in the academy are dispatched this time.

The middle and low-level students buy ten and twenty, and those elite students buy hundreds of them directly.

Qiu Hailing left without knowing when, and Jun Mohuang's small courtyard was directly surrounded by the students of Qianhuan Academy.

Weaving Cloud Pavilion.

Su Zhiyun sat on the top with a sullen face, obviously in a bad mood.

But the hands that held the armrest tightly betrayed her mood.

In the spacious hall, a coffin was parked.

The lid of the coffin was wide open, and inside was Zhiming's body, his body was separated from his head, his eyes were wide open, and the expression on his face was distorted and frightened.

The inside of the coffin was all stained red with blood, and a strong smell of blood spread throughout the hall.

Next to the coffin, there were more than a dozen people with bruised noses and bruised faces, all covered in blood.

Beside the dozen or so people, Su Zhiyu covered his forehead and sat beside him with a look of shame and indignation.

"Miss Zhiyun, Jun Mohuang has gone too far this time. He can't help but say that he hurt us, but he didn't take you seriously. He was provoking the majesty of our Zhiyun Pavilion!"

First, a dozen people who were severely injured by Jun Mohuang spoke up.

"Yes, sister, she still writes this kind of words on my forehead. I'm your own sister, I'm a bitch, so you're a bitch too!"

Su Zhiyu's eyes were red, and she kept wiping away her tears.

On her fair forehead, the words "I am a slut" were written on it, which was particularly eye-catching.

These four words were like inlaid into her skin. No matter how she rubbed it, she was about to rub the skin red and rubbed it and couldn't wipe it off.

The ten-fold lotus realm is far from Zhiyun Pavilion, and Su Zhiyu walked back with these four words all the way.

Thinking of the doubts and ridicule in the eyes of the curious students he met along the way, Su Zhiyu felt embarrassed and could not wait to strangle Jun Mohuang to death.

But she didn't have this strength, so she could only pin her hopes on Su Zhiyun.

"Miss Zhiyun, Zhiming only satirized Jun Mohuang this time, and Jun Mohuang killed him brutally. Zhitong has only one relative, please avenge my brother!"

Zhitong's eyes were red as she knelt beside the coffin, her eyes full of resentment towards Jun Mohuang.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Zhi Ming in the coffin, those eyes she had closed countless times but did not close them.

Her poor younger brother, with the strength of the first-order casting spirit realm, was with Su Zhiyun in the academy, not to mention a bright future, at least he was able to graduate smoothly.

But she was actually beheaded by Jun Mohuang for no reason, how could she not hate it.

"Miss Zhiyun, Jun Mohuang is arrogant and arrogant, and even said that if you ignore your little brother and provoke her again, next time she will kill you!"

Zhitong was afraid that Su Zhiyun's anger would not be enough, so he poured another bucket of oil.

Su Zhiyun, who was in the seat, tightened his hand on the armrest every time he heard a sentence.

Hearing Zhitong's words at last, Su Zhiyun was furious and even cut the armrest of the hemlock chair into several pieces.

"Jun Mohuang, very good!"

Jun Mohuang is just a person who already deserved to die. It was Bai Leiming's mistake that made her live to this day.