Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1067: We can continue to fight!

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In an independent courtyard.

Ye Qingluo arranged all the students in three rows in the yard.

The internal injury medicine that was specially made by Beiming Lulu was given to everyone.

Long Yunzhan and Qiao Jin gave these students medicine and bandaged their wounds.

Yan Xiaoyi, Li Mao, and Mo Yueying were the most injured.

Ye Qingluo personally dealt with the injuries of the three of them.

Ye Qingluo was applying ointment to Yan Xiaoyi's face scar, but her wrist was suddenly pulled by her: "Qingluo..."

Ye Qingluo slowly removed her hand and whispered: "Don't move."

"I'm sorry..." Yan Xiaoyi's voice was very weak, "They ran away, and... took away the bodies of other dark forces."

The appearance of the dark forces was too sudden.

Before they could react in the future, they were attacked by the dark forces, throwing away their helmets and armor.

With the cooperation of several people, they killed several people from the dark forces.

In the end, there was still no way to hold the students, and the guards of the dark forces were beaten to the point that they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

If it weren’t for later, Taohuasanqian’s eyeliner discovered the scene in the back mountain and quickly notified Taohuasanqian...

They are very likely to die in the hands of the dark forces.

Ye Qingluo stroked the broken hair on her forehead, softly soothing: "You did a great job, it doesn't matter, take care of your injuries, and leave the rest to me."

Yan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, but the traction wound was painful.

She twisted her eyebrows painfully.

Ye Qingluo is about to infuse her with profound energy so that she can relieve her pain.

The shoulder was covered by a big palm, and the man's low voice came from his ear: "You have to take care of other people, let me do it."

Ye Qing looked back and looked at the face that was not Junyi, but those deep pupils made people look in at a glance, as if they had fallen into an abyss.

It's Qiao Jin.

She nodded and handed Yan Xiaoyi into his hands.

As soon as I stood up, I heard a student, leaning on his injured arm, and asked in a low voice: "Boss Qingluo, tomorrow's game, we..."

This question caused other students to look towards Ye Qing.

"With such a big incident, the class confrontation match should be delayed. After all, we are also the class to participate in." Qiao Jin frowned.

"No." Ye Qingluo's eyes seemed to set off a whirlpool, which was daunting. "The academy's class competition has been publicized and officially opened tomorrow. There are all forces from all corners of the world, representatives of all colleges, It is impossible to delay the game because of our... such a "waste" class."

The students stiffened: "That...that tomorrow..."

Can't delay, how can they participate in the game in such a state?

The reputation of the Demon Class is not important.

It doesn't matter that they still bear the name of waste.

The most important thing is...

The blood oath made by Ye Qingluo and Shangguan Liuli.

If you can't win the championship, isn't Ye Qingluo...

They dare not think further.

A student staggered down from the makeshift wooden mat, stubbornly trying to stand up straight.

The wound on his body made him extremely strenuous.

The young face endured strong pain, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

But he still stubbornly raised his chest: "Clear the boss, I can still fight! Tomorrow's game, I can play!"

The other students, also bracing themselves, wanted to get up from the wooden mat.

Some were really unsteady, and fell down again.

But on those stubborn young faces, there are expressions of determination and reluctance.

"Boss! I can fight too!"

"Yes! I can fight too!"

"Tomorrow's game! We can all continue to participate!"