A dozen doctors behind him came forward with medicine boxes on their backs.
When he was about to get close to the students of the Demon Class to check their injuries.
Suddenly a whirlwind separated these doctors.
Then Ye Qingluo looked at the dean with a blank face, and said in a cold voice, "Thank you, dean, for your concern."
The dean's expression was concentrated: "Student Ye, now is not the time to get emotional. These children are seriously injured. Don't delay their treatment."
"No need." She spoke lightly, without showing any face to the dean.
The dean's face darkened.
Ye Qingluo was arrogant in the academy on weekdays, so he just turned a blind eye and let it go.
But in front of so many people, he still showed the face of the dignified dean.
Wouldn't it be a joke for outsiders to see
He suddenly became full of arrogance, and sternly shouted: "The dean knows that you are very sad that the students of the Demon Class were attacked, but the injuries on these students can't wait any longer! If you stop, don't blame them!" For the sake of the health of the students, the dean will put you in the dungeon!"
Ye Qingluo raised her eyes, her long and narrow eyes were emotionless.
Straight to the dean's realization.
The face of stunning beauty is also calm, as still as still water.
But all his life, it makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.
Rao, the dean who has gone through a lot of wind and waves, was also shocked by these eyes.
He opened his mouth, his voice seemed to be choked in his throat.
Ye Qing's pink lips lifted lightly, outlining an extremely cold arc.
Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by an elegant voice: "Since Classmate Ye doesn't want these doctors to bandage the children's wounds, then let me heal the children's wounds."
I saw a handsome man in a white robe approaching slowly.
The flying robe made him look like a god.
The audience was silent for a moment, and the dean was the first to react: "Master Mo Zun."
The other masters, elders and students immediately saluted respectfully and called out: "Master Mo Zun."
Di Moxuan waved his hand, and walked straight to Ye Qingluo's side: "What do you agree with Ye Qingluo?"
The moment he saw Di Moxuan appearing, Ye Qingluo's tense heart finally relaxed a bit.
Her cold eyes also softened.
She lowered her eyes and didn't respond.
Quan Dang acquiesced to Di Moxuan's words.
Ye Fengyu's disappearance, and the students of the Demon Class were attacked.
These things weighed on her heart like a huge boulder.
She wanted to throw herself into Di Moxuan's arms, and wanted to draw from him the strength to survive.
But under the watchful eyes of everyone, she couldn't do such a behavior.
Ye Qingluo didn't realize it yet.
At some point, she became more and more dependent on Di Moxuan.
Di Moxuan stared at Ye Qingluo's curly eyelashes, casting a long and narrow shadow under the eyelids.
Covering the eyes that charm all living beings.
Di Moxuan sighed slightly.
He understood Ye Qingluo's feelings for these students.
He understood Ye Qingluo's mood at this moment.
At the same time, he was fortunate that his girl didn't get carried away by her anger and went everywhere to seek revenge from the dark forces.
His girl... has such a strong state of mind that even he feels ashamed.
He resisted the urge to take Ye Qingluo into his arms, and looked at the dean with serious peach blossom eyes.
"Since Mr. Mo Zun is treating these students himself, I naturally have no objection." Seeing that Mo Zun had stood up to speak, the dean immediately echoed in a low voice.
"I need an independent courtyard, and no one can disturb it." Di Moxuan ordered lightly.
The dean took the order and glanced at Yun Xiang.
Yun Xiang quickly bowed his head and stepped forward: "Master Mo Zun, please come with me, the old dormitory house happens to have an empty yard, and the environment is good."