It is because of this that the unfortunate teenager was brought to the assembly hall by the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Murong, do you have any questions?" Asked the middle-aged man.

"No more." Murong Begonia shook his head and said, "coke originated in the mall is aimed at non fatal injuries. This little guy's life is OK, the effect certainly has no effect. "

"That would be better." The middle-aged man nodded.

"You give him the coke." Murong Begonia called a few people who carried the boy in.

"Directly Pour it down? " They still can't believe it.

Is there really nothing wrong with such a simple and crude way?

"That's right." Murong Begonia nodded.

Several people looked at each other and sat up according to Murong Begonia.

Anyway, they are just executors. If something happens, it has nothing to do with them.

Besides, the president is nearby!

And there are so many mentors.

Even if there's something wrong with this little guy, it won't be a problem

The crowd watched closely for fear of missing something.

The process of drinking coke was very smooth, and there was no accident.

"Why hasn't it happened yet?" Some people are confused.

Sound falls, in the youth's body, appeared a kind of mysterious and mysterious breath.

His pale face became ruddy with a speed visible to the naked eye, and his dispirited breath quickly recovered.

Just a few breathing time, can not see the slightest serious injury.

However, due to the bandage wrapped around the body, it is impossible to see how the injury recovered.

Suddenly, the young man's eyelids trembled, and then slowly opened.

There was a little confusion in his eyes.

When you see the environment you're in, you disappear quickly and become confused.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

"Mo Chen, do you know what's wrong?" A flat voice sounded from one side, the middle-aged man's face was cold.

"I've seen the director of Baili!" The youth named Mo dust suddenly trembled when he heard the voice, and his face showed a bitter meaning, "the students know that they are wrong."

He seems to have understood what happened.

The middle-aged man's identity is not vulgar, for the dean of the courtyard, known as Bai Li Wen Shu.

Although the name sounds gentle and elegant, but among these students, it is no less than a monster.

"Review the books. I'll talk about them later." Fan Chengtian gently smile, and then look at the ink dust, "little guy, how is your injury now?"

Ink dust subconsciously touched his chest, suddenly a face of surprise.

"Ah? Seems to be all right? "

With a slight shock, the bandage cracked and exposed the skin below.

There was no sign of injury at all!

All the faces changed slightly.

This effect is really a bit out of line

"Well, you go first." Bai Li Wen Shu is plain.

Ink dust secretly relaxed: "yes."

Then he left the assembly hall respectfully.

After a brief silence, there was an uproar.

"Did I read it right? After just a few breaths, not only did the wound recover, but also did not leave any scars? "

What's more, his cultivation has not been affected at all. Look at that boy. He's alive and kicking when he leaves. Where can you see that he's hurt at all? "

"Origin mall, origin At first, I thought I was bold enough to take the name of origin, but now it seems that I am ignorant... "