"Don't dare to gamble anymore?" Yan Xiaoyi mockingly said, "If you don't dare, then don't stay here and swear to accuse the devil class."
After finishing speaking, Yan Xiaoyi turned around and walked towards the courtyard of the Demon Class.
How could Yan Zhenfei let go of this opportunity to make the Demon Class a joke
In her opinion, Ye Qingluo and Yan Xiaoyi sang together to cover up their guilt!
Therefore, Yan Zhenfei looked at the two of them without any scruples: "Okay! If it's a big mistake, it's a big mistake! Anyway, you are all fake!"
Ye Qingluo shook his head helplessly and sympathetically.
Ye Qingluo has no interest in this kind of jumping clown.
What's more, Yan Xiaoyi is obviously very "interested" in her own sister, who has the same father and mother.
This kind of toy was naturally reserved for Yan Xiaoyi to play with.
Ye Qingluo looked at the students and nodded lightly.
Then he heard Long Yunzhan's cold and deep voice of command: "Do it!"
"Yes!" Sixty teenagers answered very resoundingly.
Yun Xiang's complexion changed drastically: "You want to do..."
As he spoke, he opened his arms to protect the hundreds of students behind him.
The expressions on the faces of those hundreds of students also became frightened.
Hearing the word "do it", everyone thought that Ye Qingluo and the others were going to use brute force in order to conceal the truth.
but…
In the next moment, they understood what Long Yunzhan meant by "hands-on".
Even Yun Xiang's voice was interrupted because of this.
I saw the three rows of students moving neatly, as if they had gone through countless rehearsals before they could reach a tacit understanding...
Everyone's actions are like looking in a mirror.
Rhythm, frequency, exactly the same.
The teenagers groped their faces together.
Little by little, the fake skin on the face was removed.
One by one, the teenagers showed their true faces in front of hundreds of students.
When the teenagers lifted their masks and stood respectfully watching the night fall...
The hundreds of onlookers were completely restless.
Beautiful men... a large group of beautiful men!
Beauties... a lot of beauties!
It can be said that the class of demons is responsible for the beauty of Shangxuan Academy!
No exaggeration at all!
When these young faces were exposed to everyone's eyes, some students shouted: "He...he is the person in the portrait! This is the face! Look at his blue eyes!"
"That's right, those eyes can't be imitated at all."
"And the person next to him is the person in the portrait just now!"
"It's no wonder that student Ye Qingluo insisted on staying in the class of demons, not even being moved by the temptation of the class of gods. If it were me, there are so many beauties, just looking at them makes me feel seductive, so I wouldn't give up go away!"
"Hahaha… "
The students stared in amazement at the demon class students who showed their lineup, and suddenly felt that they were about to be captured by these handsome men and beauties of the demon class!
"This this… "
When the youths of the demon class took off their human faces, Yan Zhenfei's delicate body took a few steps back precariously.
She stared at the students in the demon class in disbelief, unable to believe what she saw.
But the fact is right in front of you.
These students, in front of her eyes, took off the human skin with their own hands, revealing their true colors.
"No... Impossible, how could you be students of the Demon Class, no... I don't believe it..."
Yan Zhenfei's footsteps were unsteady, and she fell to the ground in embarrassment.
She raised her head and stared at the faces that were exactly the same as those in the portraits.
Heart as dead ashes.