Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 2287: The devil? This title is in line with me

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The dean's eyes are gloomy, his hands clenched fists, and the muscles raging: "What do you want to do with me?!"

Ye Qing pulls her lips down, and the eyes under the black robe are like ice-covered blades: "With your current reputation in the academy, I am afraid that it is no match for Si Yanmu. If you go back in a fair manner, you may make Si Yan Mu's bite."

The dean's face sank.

This... indeed!

He is very clear about Si Yanmu's position in the academy.

If Si Yanmu bites him back, even if he can escape today, he will not escape tomorrow.

"You...what's a good way?" The dean can only pin his hopes on the woman who saved his life.

Ye Qingluo smiled mysteriously: "You and Si Yanmu... have worked together for so many years, you should have his handle on hand."

The dean's throat tightened: "You...how do you..."

His relationship with Si Yanmu.

Not many people know it at all.

Why does this strange woman know about this?

"You don't need to worry about how I know, what else do I know, and how much I know. All in all, at present, Si Yanmu is the common goal of both of us."

Ye Qingluo replied indifferently: "Now Yunxiang has also cooperated with the dark forces. If the two of them collectively insist on you, they are members of the dark forces, then you will be in a hundred words, you are sure, you still have your mind. Guess who I am?"

The dean's fists clenched.

For a long while, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and stared at her with dark eyes: "Okay! I won't ask much about your identity! As long as I can sit firmly as the dean, let Si Yanmu and Yun Xiang stepped down, even if I cooperate with the devil, I will not hesitate!"

"Devil?" Ye Qingluo chuckled in a low voice. In the laughter, there was a lazy and intriguing smile, "This title fits me quite well, then... you call me a demon."

The dean shook his hands crunchingly: "In my hand, I have Si Yanmu's handle, and there is evidence that he is a person from the dark forces! Do you want me to make these evidences public?"

"No." Ye Qingluo smiled faintly, "You announce it, what if Si Yanmu will come up with the same evidence and bite you back? He has the support of people from the dark forces. You can divide it into minutes. Just reverse the black and white, and point the evidence at you."

The dean turned pale: "I...what should I do?"

"Since there is Si Yanmu's handle and evidence, then these things must be used to the greatest effect." Ye Qingluo slowly approached the dean, her voice low and full of bewilderment, "Yun Xiang will do it to you today. , Is an opportunity to fight back..."

Listening to Ye Qingluo's whisper, the dean's face turned dark bit by bit, and the strong murderous intent between his eyes kept surging.

Just when Ye Qingluo finished her last sentence.

The entrance of the Shangxuan training forest suddenly heard an extremely loud crash.

Ye Qingluo's expression changed slightly.

"Catch up."

The dean was still murderous just now, and he immediately leaned against the tree trunk, and fell soft: "Why...here, how can they find..."

"There is a breath of profound yin." Ye Qing curled his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly locked on the wound on the dean's shoulder.

She suddenly raised her hand, and a palm fell on the dean's wound.

The dean screamed in pain and turned pale: "You...you..."

"Don't think too much, if I wanted your life, you would have died a long time ago." Ye Qing squatted down.

Just now, the palm fell behind the dean's shoulder, and the splash of blood splashed on her handkerchief.