In an independent courtyard.
Ye Qingluo arranged all the students in three rows in the yard.
Feed everyone the internal injury elixir specially made by Beiming Lulu.
Long Yunzhan and Qiao Jin applied medicine to these students and bandaged their wounds.
Yan Xiaoyi, Li Mao, and Mo Yueying were the most seriously injured.
The injuries of the three of them were handled by Ye Qingluo himself.
Ye Qingluo was applying ointment to the scar on Yan Xiaoyi's face when she suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Qingluo..."
Ye Qingluo moved her hand away slowly, and said softly, "Don't move."
"I'm sorry..." Yan Xiaoyi's voice was very weak, "They ran away, and... took away the corpses of other dark forces."
The appearance of dark forces was too sudden.
Before they could react in the future, they were attacked by the dark forces, throwing away their armor and armor.
With the cooperation of several people, they killed several people from the dark forces.
In the end, there was still no way to guard those students. They were beaten to the point where they didn't even have the strength to stand up.
If not later, Taohua Sanqian's eyeliner discovered the scene in Houshan, and quickly notified Taohua Sanqian...
It is very likely that they will die in the hands of the dark forces.
Ye Qingluo stroked the broken hair on her forehead, and comforted her softly: "You did a great job, it doesn't matter, take good care of your injuries, and leave the rest to me."
Yan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, but the traction wound was excruciatingly painful.
She frowned in pain.
Ye Qingluo was about to infuse her with profound energy so that she could relieve the pain.
The shoulder was covered by a big palm, and the man's low voice came from the ear: "You still have to take care of other people, let me do it."
Ye Qingluo looked back and met the previous face, which was not considered handsome, but those deep pupils made people look into it at a glance, as if falling into an abyss.
It's Qiao Jin.
She nodded and handed Yan Xiaoyi into his hands.
As soon as he stood up, he heard a student holding his injured arm and asking in a low voice: "Boss Qingluo, for tomorrow's game, we..."
This question caused other students to look at Ye Qingluo.
"With such a big incident, the class confrontation competition should be postponed. After all, we are also the class that is going to participate." Qiao Jin frowned.
"No." There seemed to be a vortex in Ye Qing's eyes, which was daunting, "The college's class confrontation competition has been publicized, and it will officially start tomorrow. Various forces and representatives from all corners of the world have come. We ... such a 'crap' class, and delayed the game."
The students froze: "Then...then tomorrow..."
Can't delay, how can they participate in the game in such a state
The reputation of the Demon Class is not important.
It doesn't matter that they still bear the name of trash.
the most important is…
The blood oath that Ye Qingluo made with Shangguan Liuli.
If he can't win the first prize, wouldn't Ye Qingluo...
They dare not think about it.
A student staggered down from the makeshift wooden mat, stubbornly trying to stand up straight.
But the wound on his body made him extremely strenuous.
The young face bears a strong pain, and cold sweat oozes from the forehead.
But he still stubbornly puffed up his chest: "Boss Qingluo, I can still fight! Tomorrow's game, I can go!"
The other students also supported themselves, trying to get up from the wooden mat.
Some could not stand still and fell down again.
But on each of those stubborn young faces, there was a look of determination and refusal to admit defeat.
"Boss! I can fight too!"
"Yes! I can fight too!"
"Tomorrow's game! We can all continue to participate!"