Emperor's fiery demon queen

The bear children went out to fight in groups. They not only lost the fight, but also were caught by the fierce school dean

I'm afraid this mood is similar to egg pain.

Qi Tuan is a different spectator. She is not a student, ha ha.

However, when the excitement seemed to burn on her, she couldn't laugh.

The old man took Wang Yanran's hand and looked over with a straight face. His eyes were clear and stern. It seemed that he didn't know Qi Tuan was not his student.

Qi Tuan was slightly stunned, so he turned over and got off the horse.

"Hello, sir." Qi Tuan put his palms together and respectfully followed the etiquette of the Academy.

Respecting teachers and respecting morality has been a Chinese tradition since ancient times. As long as she is an educator who has no classes and is dedicated to the public, she will respect him even if she is not her own teacher.

The old man nodded, and the look on his face eased slightly.

This undoubtedly made Wang Yanran, who was waiting to see the excitement and expected Qi Tuan to be arrogant in front of the old man, very disappointed.

She couldn't help but secretly gnash her teeth. She wanted to rush up, pinch Qi Tuan's neck, shake her, and ask her why she should rise up. Instead, she counseled!

Qi Tuan glanced at her strangely: "Wang Yanran, you don't have to be so lost? I still understand respecting teachers and respecting the old and loving the young. I beat you because you beat the demon emperor who has just recovered from a serious illness with your spiritual power. I don't like bullying like you, okay?"

Wang Yanran's face was green: "I didn't!"

Seeing the old man's dark face coming, she got up and ran: "I don't, I don't!"

At this moment, she just wants to go home.

Her inner thigh was skinned! So is the lower abdomen!

Although she is a practitioner and has spiritual power to protect her body, the demon emperor is a second-class monster after all. How powerful is she?

Her skirt is red with blood now!

Qi Tuan was crazy, and so was the teacher. He had the heart to let me stand up in such clothes and hit my palm in front of so many people!

damn!

Damn these people!

Woo woo

Huang Yanran ran ran with her face covered. No matter how the old man called her behind her, she refused to look back, let alone stop for a moment.

The old man was so angry that his face turned blue and his lips turned white. He was holding the robe he took off to put on the students. It became difficult to breathe.

If you do something wrong, you will be punished, but if she is injured, her appearance will be damaged, and she will take care of her and love her. The two do not conflict!

The old man shook his hands and blackened in front of him.

Is it true that he and his wife admire many good students who don't know self-examination and don't change their mistakes? Is it that they don't know people clearly, or is this noble girl too good at pretending?

The old man's heart was tight and painful, and there was a painful noise from his lungs. It was dark in front of him. He felt that he could not stand it at all.

Just when he thought he would fall to the ground, he was held by someone.

A warm and soft spirit force with soothing power slipped into his meridians, soothed his painful heart and lungs with a strange rhythm, and gradually opened his dark vision.

The old man looked down and saw that Qi Tuan Tuan was frowning to feel his pulse, with disapproval and dignity on his face.

"Old Sir, you think too much and your heart and lungs are too heavy. Don't be so angry in the future. It will hurt your body."

She put a white pill in his hand, helped him to the side of the tea shop, sat down, and walked quickly to the door.

The old man shook his fingers and swallowed the pill. He inhaled deeply. All kinds of discomfort in his body were soon smoothed by the cool and soothing medicine, which made him happy for the rest of his life.

The old man looked up and saw that Qi Tuan had come to his students.

Just before he fell ill, there were seven or eight people standing there, but now there are only four left.

Like Huang Yanran, several children who couldn't bear their mistakes chose to run away.

The old man listened to Qi Tuan's voice in a daze and dropped his head in a decadent way.

"Let's go. Today's business depends on your headmaster's face. If you have any dissatisfaction in the future, come directly to me and let me see you tamper with anyone and things around me and die!"

As Qi Tuan's voice fell, two more people turned and ran away.

The last two men looked at each other, nodded to Qi Tuan Tuan, then walked into the tea shop and knelt in front of him.

"Teacher."

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

The two young men were drooping and their faces were full of anxiety.

The old man ignored them, but looked up at Qi Tuan: "don't ride a horse in the city in the future. It's bad if you hurt someone."

Qi Tuan remembered that he had just looked like a horse bandit, and two blushes suddenly appeared on his white cheeks.

The demon emperor ran over, and the big horse's head poked forward and puffed out a mist from his nostrils.

The old man was the first one, and there was a layer of mist on his face.

The two young men immediately ignored their surprise that Qi Tuan would blush, stood up and quickly blocked the old man, shivering and said, "Qi, Qi Tuan! Come to us if you have something! Don't move the teacher! He is not in good health and can't stand the toss of the demon emperor!"

Qi tuantuan gave them a white look: "what do you think? The demon emperor has opened his mind, but he is much more sensible than you. He just wants to tell the old gentleman that with his control, he won't knock over the stall, let alone hurt people."

Animals are also shameful. Although the demon emperor has a big nerve, he is very proud of his ability. Naturally, others are not allowed to talk about his ability.

The old man tilted his head and reluctantly stood up and looked out.

Sure enough, the pedestrians on the road have dispersed to see if there is any excitement. Everyone is busy, and the vendors are still shouting, and none of them has been disturbed.

It seems that in addition to his students and the particularly tragic Huang Yanran, the demon Emperor didn't even crush a brick.

The old man sighed, pushed away the students who wanted to help him, and solemnly bent over the demon Emperor: "sorry, little guy, I misunderstood you."

He is over ninety years old this year, and the demon emperor is only five or six years old. Calling him a little guy is just in time.

"咴 Er 咴 ER!" the demon emperor shook his head, ran back to Qi Tuan and spoiled him. He forgot about the old man in the twinkling of an eye.

Qi Tuan jokingly patted his big head and saluted the old man again: "I remember the old man's teachings and will pay attention to them in the future. Please take care of your body, old man. There is no end to learning. There must be a lighthouse in front to show the way, so that the students can not get lost."

The old man shook his head with a bitter smile, and his eyes were full of gloom.

He still insisted on not letting the two guilty students help him. He trembled with Qi Tuan to apologize for his students. After being forgiven, he slowly turned back.

He is too old. Now his back is full of loss and desolation.

The precious and important disciple is such a character. The carefully taught students can only bully the weak where he doesn't know. They don't even have the courage to bear their own mistakes and responsibilities. All these make the dying old man tired physically and mentally.

His silence made the two young people more uncomfortable than being beaten, but they sobbed and dared not say a word. They could only follow him on both sides, lest he could not go down and fall to the ground.

Had it not been for a truly respected teacher, he would not have such a nature of mind, let alone such a pure heart of two dandies.

After thinking for a moment, Qi Tuan suddenly looked up and smiled: "is the old man going to leave like this? The disease is gone? The students don't teach? Your two students want to be under your ruler and cry. Why don't you cure the disease and smoke them for another 50 or 60 years?"