"Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of the Jing Yuan Fruit?"
…
Countless voices of questioning came, and angry and greedy eyes were shot at the ugly slave like knives.
He gritted his teeth and stepped back, knowing there was no way to retreat, and pressed against the wall at the corner of the stairs.
This is Ling Luo's gift to him.
He won't give it up to these nasty people under any circumstances!
This is the only thought in Chou Nu's mind.
Those students have been coveting something as taboo as the Jingyuan Fruit for a long time, but they suffer from the extremely strict management of the school and have no way out.
Now this ugly thing is suddenly holding seven or eight in his hands. For them, this is a huge opportunity.
Get one and count it as one!
"Bring it!"
"Give me!"
"Mine! It's all mine!"
Finally, these proud men of heaven put aside the dignity of the noble young masters and ladies and robbed them like crazy.
The ugly slave was shocked. He hugged the remaining eight essence fruits in his arms and squatted down with his thin body.
No matter how those people pushed him or beat him, he remained motionless.
Suddenly, a strong force came from an unknown direction, and the ugly slave's thin body was kicked out of the crowd!
Below are the stairs leading to the first floor.
The ugly slave hugged his precious "apples" tightly and rolled down.
The stairs were three people high. They were bumpy and bumpy, and it was terrible to look at.
And those Jing Yuan Fruits were unable to hold on to the ugly slave when he rolled down, and rolled out in different directions one after another.
"Don't--" The ugly slave's head was bruised and bleeding, and he let out a shrill scream as he looked at the fruits that had escaped.
It's all his!
She gave it all to him!
As soon as the Jingyuan Fruit dispersed, the students on the steps of the second floor all had red eyes, as if they had just escaped from a lunatic asylum, and they rushed to grab it.
The ugly slave also wanted to snatch it back, but unfortunately he was so thin and small. These students were all practitioners. There were so many people, and there was no way he could move them at all.
In the end, he managed to grab one and held it tightly in his arms. Immediately, three or five students punched and kicked him, and their attacks were extremely vicious.
pain……
It really hurts...
The ugly slave heard the sound of his bones breaking, and the wound that had begun to heal opened again, blood soaking the bandage.
"Can't you do any of them? Just leave this one to me!" His eyes were huge and bloodshot, staring at these young men and ladies who were even uglier than him.
His voice was so hoarse, with a heart-rending tone.
Unfortunately, people are greedy.
None of the students paid heed to his begging.
In an instant, he was trampled to the ground by those crazy-dog-like young men who forcibly took away the Jing Yuan Fruit from his hand.
It was chaos.
Countless fights and fights.
The ugly slave dragged his disabled leg and sat down in a deserted corner with his head lowered, looking extremely depressed.
Later, I actually started crying.
He felt aggrieved, so aggrieved.
The ugly slave just kept crying and crying, the more he cried, the harder he cried, until his whole body started to tremble.
I don’t know how long I cried, but the fighting and yelling around me suddenly stopped, and the world became much quieter in the uproar.
The ugly slave was stunned for a moment, and he raised his extremely ugly face with blurred tears and blood stains.