My personal school belle president

Chapter 1896 You Are Sick!
Hearing Qin Yang's words, Yao Chunchun glanced at Lan Bingyao, who was practicing with a thunder ball, and said hesitantly, "But I'm a demon cultivator, and I'm very weak against the power of thunder calamity. I'm really scared."

Qin Yang patted his chest and said, "With me here, it's fine. It's also good to exercise more."

Since the master spoke, Yao Chunchun could only nod his head.

Qin Yang walked out of the side door, intending to go to the toll gate and ask if he could get one.

Just as I was about to leave Fenglei Tower, I saw another group of 'Thunderstorm Cloud' appearing above the top of the tower, my eyes lit up immediately, and I said, "Can this thing give birth to another one? It saves me the trouble of asking those people for it." .”

Qin Yang flew to the top of the tower, and hugged the 'Thunderstorm Cloud' as before, then rubbed it into a ball abruptly, and returned to the box.

"Give you."

Qin Yang threw the thunderball to Yao Chunchun, and seeing the girl trembling with the thunderball in her arms, he comforted her, "Don't worry, I've already set up a formation, and it won't hurt you."

Hearing this, Yao Chunchun felt a little comforted, and went to another corner to practice carefully.

And Qin Yang tapped Erlang's legs, listening to the music leisurely.

……

At this moment, the outside was once again in chaos.

"What do you mean! What do you mean! Why don't people practice hard!"

"Is your Zhao family playing tricks on us! Didn't you say that a 'Thunderstorm Cloud' has been relocated? Why don't you practice again, are you playing us like donkeys?"

"Fuck, I almost made a mistake in my practice!"

"Deacon Zhao, maybe someone stole the 'Thunderstorm Cloud' again this time."

"..."

The immortals who had been teased could no longer suppress their anger, and cursed at the deacon of the Zhao family.

At this time, Deacon Zhao also looked bewildered.

He didn't know what happened at all, and came to the top of the tower with a feeling of uneasiness. When he saw the empty sky above, his throat was sweet, and another mouthful of blood spurted out:

"Too much bullying! Too much bullying!!"

Deacon Zhao is going crazy.

They thought the thieves had already left, but they didn't expect that the thieves were still there, and they stole another 'Thunderstorm Cloud', which was the last one in Fenglei Tower.

I really don't understand what this mysterious person is going to do. Is he stealing two 'Thunderstorm Clouds' in a row to take them back and eat them?

While appeasing the agitated immortals, the deacon of the Zhao family dispatched all his disciples to search for clues around him. He would rather dig three feet into the ground than let the thief go, and at the same time wait for the Zhao family to send someone to investigate.

……

"Hmph, who did the Zhao family offend? They even dared to steal the 'Thunderstorm Cloud'. It seems that it is impossible to get familiar with the power of thunderstorms this time."

Chen Weiling, the eldest lady of the Donghua Sword Sect, was quite depressed and impatient.

She was going to cross the thunderstorm in two days, and she planned to familiarize herself with the power of thunderstorms, so she could be prepared when the time came, but she didn't expect to encounter any disgusting things, it would affect her mood too much!
With a glance, he saw two disciples behind him scratching their heads with confusion on their faces.

Chen Weiling asked coldly: "I asked you to harass that kid surnamed Qin to practice, how is your progress?"

These two people were the disciple with the surname Long and his younger brother who had mistaken the box before.

The two looked extremely embarrassed. After chatting for a long time, the disciple surnamed Long lowered his head and said: "Miss, we made a mistake in the box and ended up harassing others accidentally. Later, we planned to wait for that kid to come out, but...but..."

"Mistaken?"

Chen Weiling's eyes widened, and she cursed angrily: "Have you two grown up eating dung? You can't do well by harassing someone, so go die, you two idiots!"

The disciple surnamed Long and his companions lowered their heads, deeply ashamed.

"What about others?" Chen Weiling asked.

The disciple surnamed Long shook his head and said: "We don't know either. Originally, we were guarding the stairs, but all the people inside came out, but the boy surnamed Qin was missing. Maybe... he couldn't find the box, so go somewhere else. .”

"You...you are pig brains!!"

Chen Weiling, who was already in a depressed mood, saw the ability of these two idiots to handle affairs, and her lungs exploded with anger.

Just about to beat the two idiots with the whip around his waist, he gritted his teeth and lowered his arms, and said coldly, "Find it for me, even if it's a mouse hole, find that kid for me!! "

"Yes Yes……"

Drenched in cold sweat, the two left in a hurry.

The white-robed old man next to him hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Miss, don't get angry now, keep your mentality well, and meet the thunder tribulation test in two days' time."

"understood……"

Chen Weiling flicked her sleeves impatiently, and went to meditate in the square not far away.

Now the Fenglei Pagoda is useless, so I can only go to the square closer to Leichi to practice and maintain my condition.

...

On the other side, the deacon of the Zhao family was in a state of desperation, listening to the reports of the disciples.

"How about it, did you find the trace left by the thief?"

"No, nothing was found."

"Go find it again!"

"Yes."

After dismissing one disciple, Deacon Zhao asked another disciple, "Have all the stone chambers in Fenglei Pagoda been emptied? Have you found anything?"

The disciple said: "All the guests have left the Fenglei Tower. We have carefully checked every stone room and found nothing. Deacon, maybe the thieves were not done by the guests in the Fenglei Tower."

"Damn!"

Deacon Zhao cursed secretly, squatting back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking about how to face this situation.

"By the way, Master Deacon..." The disciple suddenly remembered something and said, "We didn't go to the eighth floor to check, will the thief..."

Deacon Zhao paused, tangled in his heart for a moment, and shook his head lightly: "Tong Xianzun is practicing in the box on the eighth floor, if the thief really went to the eighth floor, Tong Xianzun should be able to find out.

Let's not bother him for now, he is an important guest of the Zhao family, if you make him unhappy, you and I will have nothing to eat. "

"Yes, this subordinate understands." The disciple nodded.

……

At this moment, at the door of the box on the left side of the eighth floor, Tong Chenfeng was sitting on a chair, staring at the boxes Qin Yang entered, frowning tightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"It's strange, the boy and the two girls have been in for so long, why haven't they come out?"

Tong Chenfeng was afraid that Qin Yang would not be able to withstand the 'power of thunderstorm' and something unexpected would happen, so he stayed here to save others.But after waiting for a long time, the three young men still didn't come out, which made him wonder.

And sensing the fluctuations in the surrounding breath, there should be no accidents in the box.

He hesitated for a long time in his heart, and finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, knocked on the door of the box to see what was going on inside, hoping that no one would be killed.

After a while, the box door opened a crack.

"Brother—"

Tong Chenfeng was about to ask, but when he saw Qin Yang in front of him, he froze.

At this moment, Qin Yang was holding a bowl of Laotan sauerkraut instant noodles in his hand, and he was eating steaming hot, with earphones plugged into his ears, and dynamic music could be heard vaguely.

Wearing flip flops, shorts and a red vest, he looks like a hanging silk.

"What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Qin Yang looked at the middle-aged man at the door strangely, and asked casually while eating noodles.

"Forehead……"

Tong Chenfeng shook his head, subconsciously said: "It's okay."

"Sick."

Qin Yang slammed the stone door shut.

Tong Chenfeng stood at the door in a daze, and after a few seconds to react, he scratched his head: "What's the situation?"

(End of this chapter)