The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 2039: Cruel match (3)

"So?" Shen Yanxiao was still "I didn't understand what you were trying to say".

Tao Tie swallowed the saliva. His master doesn't usually do this. What about good wit? He said everything so clearly, she didn't realize it!

The language ability obviously can't fight Suzaku's Tao Tie . A careful liver is almost tangled into a twist.

"In case, they can't stand it ..." Tao Tie points to the boy kneeling on the field. He is afraid that the members of the Chiyan squad will react like this.

Shen Yan Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at Tao Tie .

"Do you think I am a kind person?"

Tao Tie froze for a moment.

Shen Yan Xiao Renci?

These words will be heard by those who live on the bright continent, and they will laugh with a smile. There are countless enemies who die under her. She never let go of anyone who dares to attack her.

I will report, it's her.

Shen Yanxiao may have a benevolent side, but it also depends on who the other party is.

Tao Tie 's expressions are so tangled, he can't be with Shen Yanxiao, you are not kind at all, you don't know how despicable you are in the hearts of others.

It's estimated that his **** will be smashed after this.

Shen Yanxiao looked at Tao Tie 's constipated face, and smiled, "My students are not so kind as women. If this mental capacity is not enough, they are not worthy of being my students."

Tao Tie for a moment.

During the conversation, the game already continued. The fierce fighting drove the students on the field to a dead end. They had to give up their conscience and treat their opponents as dead.

The dead undead cannot be resurrected. The only thing that cannot be resurrected is the undead itself.

The number of deaths is constantly increasing, not only the players on the field have a heavy psychological burden, but also the members of the other teams who have not played, the expressions are ugly.

It will be their turn soon, and they will face such a fierce battle.

Either death or injury, no matter whether you win or lose, there will be some casualties in both sides.

This is inevitable. None of them knows whether their companions and themselves will die in this battle.

The teams waiting for the next game are all concentrated in one place, and their faces are uglier than greens.

Even the ranks of the Royal Academy, which has always been proud of itself, are a dish.

Only one team, after seeing such a **** battle, is still calm, many students are still together, whispering and laughing, watching the teams of other colleges silly.

"Where are they? Why aren't they nervous at all?" Students of a college asked with a pale face, pointing at a group of calm and horrifying teenagers.

His companions are not good-looking either. The corners of his mouth are cracked. After a glance, he vomits: "Yes ... the team of the Underworld Academy."

"What's the matter with them, just like nothing? If I remember correctly, they are going to play next time. The opponent is Wraith Academy, right?"

"Dead Soul Academy? You mean that ..." said the teenager, looking towards the other side of the team, where a group of weak teenagers stood there impassively.

The students of Wraith Academy look slightly better, but they can still see their inner tension.

"I heard that they will die during the daily training of the Undead Academy, should they be used to it?"

"Yes, they should be the most adaptive to this kind of battle."