Chapter 2042: 3.488 tragic

2042 Chapter 3.488
"Ah!" He Jiao uttered a terrible scream. When he couldn't figure out what happened, the whole person was swept by a strong cold wind and fell heavily to the ground.
he? He didn't run away!
Everyone stared blankly at the man who had fallen from the smoke gathering place, a man whose dog face was almost deformed.
The light and shade of ink flashed slightly, and a slender Wuyue sword swollen by cold light had already pointed at He Jiao's throat, and a slight difference could take his life.
He Jiao was stiff, and did not dare to move.
The breath of the person in front of him was too strong. He didn't dare to move. He was afraid that if he moved, the next step would be to take the fate of the sword in his hand.
"Court, sir! I wonder, why do you mean that?"
"Oh!" A fist wind came down from the side and landed heavily on He Jiao's face.
He immediately screamed, tumbling on the ground like a salty fish, and instantly stepped on his belly with one's feet, pressing heavily on the ground.
The upper body that originally wanted to stand up was trampled down again.
"Yo, just make a blinding smoke, do you want to escape from my boss?" Dao Wou-ki stepped on the teacher of Tianci College with a smile on his face.
"Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?" Dao Wou-ki patted Ho Kok's cheek gently with the back of the knife.
He Jiao had not escaped. At this time, he was lying on the ground and shivering, his eyes were almost frightened and his eyes were almost opened.
Molian held Wuyue in her hands, staring coldly at the small salty fish on the ground, "You are looking for death."
He Jiao stiffened his body.
at the same time.
Everyone in the test environment was frightened by the man at Chenguang College.
He was obviously just hurting his hands by the exploded blue bird, but now rolling back and forth on the ground, his bones seemed to be softened, and he shrank in inches until the whole person was lying like a boneless noodle. On the ground.
The scene in front of her made many female disciples startled and screamed, and some even turned back in disgust and vomited.
How to turn a living person into a silky noodle? No one knows, and of course no one dares to go up and look for those bright and colorful birds to try.
Everyone huddled up in a ball, brushing their eyes at the trees.
The female disciple who opened Qiaomu before Chenguang College asked slyly, "Qiao, girl Qiao, is he still saved?"
Li Le pointed at the man who was paralyzed on the ground, as if he had no bone marrow at all.
Qiaomu shook his head, wrapped the man's arm with a parcel, lifted it, threw it, and saw that arm fell like a soft noodle to the ground.
"Bone is broken all over the body." Qiaomu looked at the man on the ground with some sympathy, "unless there is a bone-shaping god, there is no cure for heaven."
As for the plastic bone god, she is not currently able to make it.
At least the medicinal materials are lacking.
The crowd nodded, and Li Le said nothing.
Although the people of Chenguang College are very sympathetic to their fellow students, they can't force others to be a little girl, and they must let her be treated.
"Well." Everyone sighed.
It was the same look that Li Le and the noodle man prayed for, and turned to Qiao Mu.
(End of this chapter)