Could it be that in the eyes of these students, he was worse than a few broken lotus seeds!
I have to say that Qiu Hailing found out the truth.
For these students, Runmu Lianzi can help them practice and improve their cultivation. As the dean, he seems to be of little use.
Runmu Lotus Seed is suitable for students at all stages of the Nailing and Spirit-casting realms, so this time almost all the students in the academy are taking part.
The middle and lower class students bought ten or twenty pills, while the elite students bought hundreds of pills at once.
Qiu Hailing left without knowing when, and Jun Mohuang's small courtyard was directly surrounded by students from Qianhuan Academy.
Zhiyun Pavilion.
Su Zhiyun sat at the top with a sullen face, obviously in a bad mood.
But the hands tightly holding the armrest betrayed her thoughts.
In the vast hall, there is a coffin.
The coffin lid was wide open, and inside lay Zhiming's body. His body was separated from his head, his eyes wide open with a look of death, and the expression on his face was twisted and horrified.
The entire coffin was stained red with blood, and a strong smell of blood spread throughout the hall.
Next to the coffin, there were a dozen people standing crookedly with bruises on their noses and faces, covered in blood.
Next to these dozen or so people, Su Zhiyu covered his forehead and sat with a look of shame and anger.
"Miss Zhiyun, Jun Mohuang went too far this time. He injured us without any reason. He simply didn't take you seriously. He was just provoking the majesty of our Zhiyun Pavilion!"
First, a dozen people who were seriously injured by Jun Mohuang spoke.
"Yes, sister, she still writes this kind of word on my forehead. I am your biological sister, and I am a bitch. Doesn't that mean you are a bitch too!"
Su Zhiyu's eyes were red, and he kept wiping tears in frustration.
On her white forehead, the four characters "I am a bitch" were written clearly, which was particularly eye-catching.
These four words seemed to be embedded into her skin. No matter how she wiped them, they almost turned her skin red and bruised and she couldn't wipe them off.
The Ten-layer Lotus Realm is far away from Zhiyun Pavilion, and Su Zhiyu walked back with these four words on his back.
Thinking of the doubtful and mocking looks from the curious students he met along the way, Su Zhiyu felt so ashamed and angry that he wanted to strangle Jun Mohuang to death.
But she didn't have the strength, so she could only place her hope on Su Zhiyun.
"Miss Zhiyun, Zhiming just mocked Jun Mohuang a few words this time, and Jun Mohuang brutally killed him. Zhitong only has this one family member, please avenge my brother!"
Zhi Tong's eyes were red and she knelt beside the coffin, her eyes full of resentment towards Jun Mohuang.
From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Zhi Ming in the coffin, and she couldn't close those eyes countless times.
Her poor brother, who was at the first level of the Soul Casting Realm, had a bright future with Su Zhiyun in the academy, at least he could survive until graduation.
But she was 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, the person she will kill next time will be you!"
Zhi Tong was afraid that Su Zhiyun's anger was not strong enough, so she poured another bucket of oil on her.
As Su Zhiyun took her seat, her hand on the armrest would tighten a little every time she heard a sentence.
After finally hearing Zhitong's words, Su Zhiyun became so angry that he even pinched the armrests of the hemlock chair into several pieces.
"Jun Mohuang, very good!"
Jun Mohuang was just a person who had already died. It was Bai Leiming's mistake that allowed her to live until now.
(End of chapter)