Chapter 2039: Cruel match (3)

"So?" Shen Yanxiao is still a look of "I didn't understand what you mean."
He swallowed the swallow, his master usually does not like this, said good wit? He said so clearly, she still does not understand it!
The language ability obviously does not spell the scorpion's shackles, and a careful liver is entangled into a twist.
"In case, they can't stand it..." He pointed to the boy who was on the court. He was very afraid that members of the Red Yan team would have such a reaction.
Shen Yanxiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"Do you think that I am a kind person?"
I stumbled.
Shen Yan Xiao Renci?
This is to be heard by those who are on the bright continent. It will definitely laugh and die. The number of enemies who die under her is countless, but she never let go of anyone who dares to start with her.
I must report, she is talking about her.
Shen Yanxiao may have a benevolent side, but also see who the other party is.
His expression is very tangled, he can't always be with Yan Yanxiao, you are not merciful at all, you don't know how despicable you are in other people's minds.
Estimated that this is over, his will be smashed.
Shen Yanxiao looked at the face of constipation, and laughed and said: "My students, not the fate of women, if this psychological capacity is not there, they are not worthy of being my students."
A little bit stunned.
During the conversation, the game has continued. The fierce battle has forced the students on the field to a dead end. They have to give up their conscience and use their opponents as dead objects.
The purebred undead of death cannot be resurrected. The resurrection of the undead, the only thing that cannot be resurrected is the undead itself.
The number of deaths continues to increase, and the psychological burden of the players on the field is extremely high. Even the members of the other teams that have not played, the expressions are ugly.
Soon, it will be their turn to play, and they will face the same fierce battle.
If you are not dead or injured, no matter whether you win or lose, there will be certain casualties among the two parties.
This is unavoidable, and none of them knows whether their companions and themselves will die in this battle.
The teams waiting for the next game are concentrated in one place, and each face is ugly than the vegetables.
Even the team of the Royal Academy, which has always been self-sufficient, is also a dish.
Only one team, after seeing such a battle, is still a calm face, many students are still getting together, talking and laughing, watching silly other college teams.
"Where are they? How are they not nervous?" The students of a college were pale and pointed to a group of calm and horrible teenagers.
His companion's face was also unsightly, his mouth was cracked, and after a glance, he swallowed and said: "Yes... is the team of the School of the Fire."
"How are they, just like no one? If I remember correctly, they will play the next game. Is the opponent a dead soul school?"
"Death Society? You mean that..." The boy said, looking to the other side of the team, where a group of sluggish teenagers stood there with no expression.
The students of the Dead Soul College have a slightly better face, but they can still see their inner tension.
"I heard that the Undead Academy will die in the daily training. Should they be used to it?"
"Should, for this kind of battle, they should be the most adaptable."