Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

And the student ghost on the chair kept twisting his body and grinning.

However, this stinky monk didn't know what method to use, and the hands that were on his body kept coming from the hot aura, which kept corroding his own strength, and he couldn't break free at all.

Soon.

The rope and tack were found.

Hong Yi took the rope, spread it flat on the bed, waved with one hand, and said the consecration word lightly in his mouth.

That's right, he's going to light up the rope.

The same goes for tacks.

After all the work is ready.

Hong Yi folded the rope in half and wrapped one end around the student ghost's neck twice.

"Cough cough..."

"Well, it's a little tight?" Hong Yi relaxed when he heard the kid cough.

Stand on the bed and fasten the rope to the roof light socket.

Get out of bed.

Tightly fasten a few tacks, roots, to the back of the chair.

Only then did he say to the student ghost with satisfaction: "This is a bit of a look, let's start studying! Finish these papers tonight... If you can't finish them, I will burn them for you tomorrow morning, and go to the West to continue!"

The student ghost looked at the thick test papers with several books in front of him, and was a little scared.

This is his meow,

I can't even finish it next year!

The neck was fastened tightly by the rope, and there were tacks on the back.

woohoo...

This monk is not human, and the teacher is not so cruel!

"Not yet?" Hong Yi's face sank and said:

"This poor monk is for your own good.

You see, you write more tonight, tomorrow...

Tomorrow, the poor monk will give you a little more, and that's it.

Are you happy? "

The students had no choice but to take out a paper and began to prepare to write.

Not finished yet!

The devil's voice sounded again.

"Xiaomei, come here too. After completing one paper, check it. If there are more than 10 wrong questions, just add another one and do it again!"

I'm so...

Be sure to do it carefully!

The students were in tears and kept writing questions.

In the live broadcast room, the gifts are endless at this time.

[Fuck, what kind of fairy operation is this? 】

[I'll add a little more to you when I'm done... The most terrifying sentence of the year, none of them. 】

[As a teacher, I can't listen anymore! 】

[Real head cantilever beam cone thorns... I learned it, I will use it for my son, and change the lamp socket tomorrow. 】

[Fortunately, the master is not a teacher, it is scary to think about it...]

[Damn, is it easy for me as a student? 】

Chapter 29 The Good Thing

Chapter [-] Good Deeds

In fact, Han Xiaomei's dream when she was a child was to be a teacher.

How sad!

But have a good time tonight!

She seriously held a lighted ruler and smiled sweetly at Hongyi: "Yes, Hongyi, you are very nice today, the ruler is ready."

"Hehe, yes..." Hong Yi smiled awkwardly.

The poor monk is really witty, he just went to the bathroom and smoothed it with an iron rod.

Why use a ruler?

Didn't you see that Wang Ying was still holding the sole of his shoe?