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Chapter 512 The Angel of Demon Academy 9
As soon as he walked out of the classroom door, Helan shook off Bai Qiong's arm.

She looked at him angrily, her eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, and her tone was even more aggressive.

"Bai Qiong, what are you doing pulling me out? I don't believe that she really just..."

He interrupted her, and said coldly: "What if she knows?"

Bai Qiong looked straight at Helan, his dark eyes seemed to be spitting ice, and if he was not careful, his skin might be pierced by the ice pick.

His cold but calm voice stimulated Helan's nerves, making her want to open her mouth, but she was unable to utter a word.

"Hmph, if she knew about Jing Buzheng, she would have made it public long ago!"

Helan snorted coldly, crossed his arms around his chest, and slanted at Bai Qiong, thinking that he was too cautious, and everything was like a soldier!

Bai Qiong didn't bother to pay attention to this stupid woman in front of him!
It wasn't her who was exposed, so she would naturally be careless!

God knows, he is an angel, if his identity is exposed?

What will he suffer in the academy full of demons? !

Bai Qiong turned around and left directly, suddenly he felt that it was better for him to stay away from her.

Na Jing Buzheng was obviously hostile to them, and there was a [-]% possibility of knowing his identity. It seemed that his plan had to be changed.

[Host please be careful, that Jing Buzheng is also a tasker. 】

"What?" Bai Qiong stopped, and the voice of the system in his head shocked him.

[Jing Buzheng is also a tasker. 】

The obviously mechanized voice was blunt and emotionless.

"Can you find out what the other party's mission is?"

Bai Qiong frowned slightly, biting his nails lightly.Things that were already tricky have become even more unpredictable.

[Beep beep——]

[The system encounters an unknown attack, and the opponent's level cannot be predicted. The host can choose to give up the mission of this plane. 】

Bai Qiong's already frowning brows became even tighter.

"laugh!"

A mocking voice came from behind, and Helan's stupid face slowly entered Bai Qiong's line of sight.

"Bai Qiong, is your expression scared?"

"I'm afraid that the scenery will not be contested!"

Bai Qiong, who was not sure whether to give up this plane, stared at Helan's face again and again, and suddenly smiled.

The young man had red lips and white teeth. He was already handsome, but because of this smile, it was as if thousands of flowers were in full bloom. It was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off.

Helan looked straight into the eyes.

Hey!
So lovely.

Want to go!

Suddenly realizing what he was thinking, Helan's face darkened immediately.

She actually wanted to fight her deadly enemy...

laugh!
It must be because he in this plane is so good-looking!

"Good luck, Herran."

Bai Qiong directly gave up the mission on this plane, and then he closed his eyes and fell down slowly.

"what?!"

Helan stepped forward to catch the fallen beautiful boy. In her mind, her system was already reporting to her that the tasker, Bai Qiong, had lost data.

What does the disappearance of data represent?
Helan, who is also a tasker, couldn't be more clear.

"Damn it, coward!"

Helan looked down at the boy in her arms, and then she met a pair of eyes that seemed innocent but were actually dark.

Damn, charming!
She just loves it!
"Who are you?!"

The person who came asked coldly, it seemed that he was not easy to get in touch with.

The corners of Helan's lips curled up, and his dark eyes seemed to be full of stars, beautiful and bright.

She stretched out her hand, caressed the boy's cheek, leaned over suddenly, her thin lips rested next to Bai Qiong's ear, and said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I am your master!" , my dear Aqiong."

Bai Qiong:? ? ?
Then Bai Qiong suddenly widened his eyes, obviously aware of his current state.

……

In the afternoon, physical fitness class.

Two hours of fighting, two hours of summoning.

In the fighting class, there were 25 students in Class A, two by two, and the rest of them stood alone outside the crowd, expressing their frustration.

Why is no one in a group with her?

Someone I can easily bully at the first glance, but no one is in my group? !

[Sister Immortal, you are not easy to bully at first sight. 】

Jing Buzheng shook his head, expressing that he was a bully.

Groups of two and two are free to combine. Students in Class A, who doesn't know the name of Jing Buzheng?

Can't compete with Jing?
That's a proper way to seek abuse.

For things like fighting, it's better to progress gradually and slowly.

Otherwise, you will be disabled as soon as you come up?
Broken arms and legs or something?
It's too difficult to recover, and it will delay the next course.

"Student Jing Buzheng, since you don't have anyone to practice with, then the instructor will accompany you."

The instructor of martial arts is a big man in his 30s, he looks very powerful, his muscles, his physique...

"it is good!"

Jing Buzheng nodded, in the depths of his indifferent eyes, the eager light was beating.

"Mentor, if I beat you, will I not need to take fighting lessons in the future?"

Before the training started, Jing Buzheng asked respectfully, with a correct attitude and a proper questioning posture, without any arrogance or domineering.

But it is such a correct attitude and serious expression that many people envy and hate.

I would also like to ask the teacher the same.

Unfortunately, I am not capable enough.

If so?

The instructor must have convinced me, I'm afraid.

The amiable expression on the face of the 30-year-old Dahan tutor disappeared suddenly.

On that square face with Chinese characters, thick ink-like sword eyebrows were raised, the peaks of the eyebrows were raised slightly, and then they were furrowed, and he spoke with a deep and powerful voice.

"If you beat me, you can do whatever you want in the future fighting class!"

The instructor's words were very clear and clear, and the answers he gave did not disappoint any students in Class A.

"Does Jing Buzheng want to challenge me?"

The Dahan instructor asked clearly, saw her nodding, and continued: "Once it starts, I will not show mercy."

Jing Buzheng continued to nod.

What I want is to be merciless!
It's not my style to win without fighting.

Jing Buzheng asked Wangcai to come over, and then put a certain little angel in his jacket pocket on top of Wangcai's head.

"Protect him well." Jing Buzheng urged.

【…】

Fairy sister, I think this twelve-winged archangel does not need protection, really!

As long as he is out of your claws, Sister Immortal, everything will be fine, and his energy will be energized in minutes.

"Speak." She stared at her dog, and Wangcai nodded hurriedly.

Jing Buzheng patted his dog on the head, indicating that it could go to the sidelines to watch the battle.

Martial arts, do not rely on any external force, rely entirely on one's own ability.

Jing Buzheng, who was wearing a black sports uniform, stood tall and straight, with one hand behind his back and the other outstretched, in an inviting gesture.

"The scenery does not compete, and the students will win!"

"The scenery does not compete, and the students will win!"

"The scenery does not compete, and the students will win!"

The competition has not yet started, but the shouts have already begun to cheer.

(End of this chapter)