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Dewey refused to admit that he had lost.

He's a freshman. No matter how much he denies, he can't help himself.

Wen Yan, Han Qianqian and other people are angry hard to calm.

It's you who have the audacity to make a bet with a new person. If you lose, you still don't admit it and even slander it.

Steal it from elder Qiu?

Can a freshman steal something from Qiu Changlao in holy kingdom?

Can you say such a ridiculous excuse? Do you want a face?

Mu Yu said coldly: "kneel down and kowtow a hundred times."

"I didn't lose again. Why should I kneel down?"

Dewey showed disdain, then put on a charity tone and said: "come on, I don't care about you when you are still a freshman, but you should pay attention to yourself later. Not every old student has such a good temper as me."

Ridiculous! It is clear that he lost, but also put on his generous, charity you look.

With that, Dewey turned and was ready to leave.

Mu Yu had long expected that Dewey would not fulfill his bets. Seeing that Dewey was about to leave, Mu Yu stepped out and moved directly ten meters away to block Dewey.

Mu Yu's body method and Kung Fu are so wonderful that all the people in the hall can see it all at once.

Han Qianqian's beautiful eyes also flashed a glimmer of splendor. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"What do you want to do?"

Dewey saw that Mu Yu dared to stop him. He could not help but get angry and yelled in a sharp voice.

"Please carry out the bet!" Mu Yu's voice is still calm.

"I didn't lose. What do I do? You're so bold, you've got to bully me! " Dewey was furious.

"Pa!"

A clear slap came out, and a red handprint appeared on Dewey's left face.

A freshman slapped Dewey in the face.

Everyone in the hall was shocked by Mu Yu's action.

Dewey covered his cheek and couldn't react for a moment. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

Then, anger from his chest, the whole face is ferocious, hysterical way: "boy, you want to die!"

With that, he swung his fist directly at Mu Yu, which contained anger.

Mu Yu's body moved slightly to the side, dodged the punch directly, then swept his right leg to the ground.

Next, Mu Yu was stunned. He grabbed Dewey's hair and smashed it on the ground with his head.

Dewey struggled angrily and painfully, but mu Yu's hand held him firmly like a pair of pliers, making him unable to get away.

"Once!"

"Twice!"

"Three times!"

Every time he hits the ground, Mu Yu counts.

It was not until a hundred times later that Mu Yu loosened his hair.

At this time, Dewey's whole face was completely blurred and miserable, just like a dead prisoner who had been abused.

"Hiss!"

When the onlookers saw Dewey like this, they couldn't help taking a breath.

"I'll do it. Is he a freshman? It looks like a devil to me

"Dewey didn't have any resistance in front of this freshman. This freshman's cultivation is so terrible!"

"The boy looks weak and harmless. I didn't expect to be so cruel."

"But I think Dewey deserves it. Let him bully people all day long in the seminary. Now it's hard."