2767: C2767 What Exactly Is the Relationship Between Them

C2767 What Exactly Is the Relationship Between Them

"What kind of special hobby..."

"I don't have a special hobby of getting beaten up! Don't talk nonsense!"

"What kind of person am I!"

Bai Piao's expression darkened, and he immediately retorted.

No matter what, this reputation must not be bad!

At this moment, over a hundred people from the first grade's seed class were gathered behind Tai Shu Cruel, preparing to head to an unknown training ground.

These students were somewhat perturbed...

The deterrence of the name of the Necromancer was too great.

Some of them were even forming a small alliance to save themselves.

At that time, whether or not they could train would be a small problem, but whether or not they could keep their lives was the key!

"Take off the academy's students' clothes and change into normal clothes!"

"When we reach the location later, I won't allow you to reveal your identities!"

"Listen to the command. If anything happens, I won't be able to control it!"

"Other than me, there are four other instructors who will bring you on this trip..."

"We're at the destination. Stop right there!"

Great Uncle Cruel shouted coldly as he greeted them in advance. Soon after, other instructors rushed over.

With a glance, he saw that they were all old acquaintances as well...

The Vice Principal of the Priest Academy, fu Jing...

The special-class teacher of the Combat God Academy, sima Zhen...

The War God Academy... First Class Instructor, murong Yu...

There was also the beautiful middle-aged woman instructor, ding Ling, who had just finished her weapon training tutorial.

The one who had been walking around the wheel had actually returned.

Together with Tai Shu Jie... That was a total of five people.

When Faang Fann saw Mu Rong Yu, he subconsciously walked over to greet her. At the same time, he planned out how dangerous the upcoming training would be.

However, just as he took two steps forward, the expression on Faang Fann's face immediately became very interesting...

He saw Murong Yu and the middle-aged beautiful teacher, ding Ling, talking happily and holding hands. It was obvious that their relationship was not shallow...

Faang Fann subconsciously withdrew his steps. At this time, he could obviously feel that there was something wrong with the situation.

No matter what, he had to be safe.

As for the other things, it was enough to keep them stable. There was no need to worry too much.

Faang Fann exhaled a mouthful of foul air and thought to himself. His eyes flickered with a different kind of light...

"Faang Fann!"0

When Mu Rong Yu saw Faang Fann, he specially walked over. The middle-aged beautiful teacher, ding Ling, naturally also subconsciously walked over.

"Yo..."

"Yu'er, this is the little man you mentioned earlier!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman's teacher, ding Ling, suddenly said in a strange tone.

Of course, their voices were not very loud, and they were relatively close to each other. The surroundings were subconsciously sealed, so it was very difficult for others to hear them.

"Cough..."

"Instructor Ding Ling, we meet again..."

"Are you Yu'er's elder?"

"Yu'er's mother?"

Faang Fann narrowed his eyes and looked at the face of Ding Ling, the teacher of the beautiful middle-aged woman. It seemed to be similar to Mu Rong Yu.

"You... What did you say?!"

"You little rascal, you... Where did you see that I was Yu'er's mother?"

"You... little rascal!"

"Am I that old?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman's teacher, ding Ling, took a deep breath. At this moment, her anger was everywhere. As she spoke, her body trembled unnaturally.

Now, she completely looked like she had been angered badly.

This wave of anger was completely gone.

Saying a thousand or ten thousand was nonsense. The current feeling of anger was the most real!

"Er..."

"You call her Yu'er. That tone is quite intimate..."

"If this isn't your relationship... what kind of relationship could it be?"

Faang Fann shrugged and replied with a helpless expression.

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