"So?" Shen Yanxiao still had an expression like "I don't understand what you want to express."
Taotie swallowed his saliva. His master was not usually like this. Where was the wit in his words? He said it so clearly, why didn't she understand it?
His language ability is obviously no match for Suzaku's gluttony, and his little heart is almost twisted into knots.
"In case, they can't stand it..." Taotie pointed at the young man kneeling in the field. He was very afraid that the members of the Chiyan team would have such a reaction.
Shen Yanxiao raised his eyebrows and looked at Taotie.
"Do you think I am a kind person?"
Taotie was stunned for a moment.
Is Shen Yanxiao kind?
If those people in Guangming Continent hear these words, they will definitely laugh to death. Countless enemies have died at her hands, but she will never let go of anyone who dares to attack her.
Retribution must be meted out, and she was the one I was talking about.
Shen Yanxiao may have a kind side, but it depends on who the other person is.
Taotie's expression was extremely tangled. He couldn't talk to Shen Yanxiao. You are not kind at all. You don't know how despicable and shameless you are in the eyes of others.
It is estimated that after saying this, his butt will be beaten to pieces.
Shen Yanxiao looked at Taotie's constipated face and said with a smile: "My students are not so kind to women. If they don't have this kind of mental endurance, they are not worthy of being my students."
Taotie was slightly startled.
During the conversation, the game had continued. The fierce battle pushed the students on the field to a dead end. They had to give up their conscience and treat their opponents as dead objects.
The dead pure undead cannot be resurrected. The only thing that cannot be resurrected in the resurrection of the undead is the undead itself.
The number of deaths continued to increase, not only did the players on the field have a heavy psychological burden, but even the members of the other teams who did not play had extremely ugly expressions.
Soon, it will be their turn to appear, and what they will face is also such a brutal battle.
Either death or injury, regardless of winning or losing, there will be certain casualties on both sides.
This was inevitable. None of them knew whether their companions or themselves would die in this battle.
The teams waiting for the next game were all gathered in one place, and their faces were uglier than green vegetables.
Even the ranks of the Royal Academy, which has always prided itself on being superior, are full of talent.
Only one team remained calm after witnessing such a bloody battle. Many students still gathered together, chatting and laughing, which dumbfounded the teams from other colleges.
"Where are they from? Why aren't they nervous at all?" A student from a college turned pale and pointed at a group of outrageously calm teenagers and asked.
His companion's expression was not good-looking either, and the corners of his mouth were chapped. After a quick glance, he hesitated and said: "It's... the team from Hellfire Academy."
"Why are they acting like nothing is happening? If I remember correctly, they will be competing in the next game, and their opponent will be the Academy of the Dead, right?"
"Dead Soul Academy? You mean that..." the boy said, looking towards the other side of the team, where a group of depressed teenagers stood expressionless.
The faces of the students at the Revenant Academy were slightly better, but you could still see the tension in their hearts.
"I heard that people die during daily training at the Academy of the Undead. They should be used to it, right?"
"Probably, they should be the most adaptable to this kind of battle."