Bingling is the lecturer specially hired by Ye Xiu. She has not started teaching yet, so it is impossible for her to have any problems.
The man looked at Ye Xiu with an unclear look on his face: "Of course, please."
"Thank you very much."
After saying that, Ye Xiu took Bingling's hand and got into the back of the car.
Ye Xiu sat in the middle and Bingling sat on the right. After the man came in, he could only sit on the left.
There was no big expression on Bingling's face: "Can you let go of my hand?"
"Sorry, I almost forgot."
Ye Xiu let go of his hand and looked as if he had really forgotten.
When the man saw this scene, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
After the car drove for a while, he looked at Ye Xiu and asked, "I don't know what you do."
Ye Xiu was a little surprised: "You don't know me?"
The other party frowned slightly, looked at Ye Xiu carefully for a few more times and then shook his head: "Sorry, I am ignorant."
Ye Xiu chuckled and did not explain.
It seemed that he didn't know what had just happened.
Maybe he knew it, but he didn't associate his identity as the dean of the Guardian Academy with himself.
After all, most people who don't know Ye Xiu will feel nothing but young when they first see him.
Who would have thought that such a young Ye Xiu's own strength and power could be so terrifying.
After about twenty minutes, the car drove into a very luxurious courtyard.
Here there are beautiful buildings, rockeries, flowing water, and a large golf course, which looks extremely luxurious.
The three of them got out of the car, and a servant led them to the backyard, where there were tea sets and chairs.
The two parties sat down, and the man made tea himself.
The movements are smooth and flowing, with an indescribable Taoist charm.
If you didn't look at his true nature, you would think he was an accomplished person.
The man smiled: "You two, please drink. This tea is unique to the demon world and cannot be drunk elsewhere."
Ye Xiu looked at the tea placed in front of him.
There is a hint of blood red in the green, which looks a bit strange, but the fragrance it emits is very rich.
He picked up the tea cup, took a small sip, and then drank the rest.
"Yes, it is indeed good tea."
The smile on the man's face grew stronger and he poured Ye Xiu another glass: "Then drink more."
Ye Xiu was not polite to him and drank several drinks in a row.
Then he saw the man stopped, and Ye Xiu was a little dissatisfied: "Don't stop, keep falling."
There was a strange look in the man's eyes: "Do you know what this tea is called?"
"I don't know, tell me."
"This factory is called the Tea of Death. If you drink one cup, your intestines will be broken. If you drink two cups, your soul will be destroyed. If you drink six cups, even the Great Luo God will not be able to save you."
The expression on Ye Xiu's face didn't change much: "Really? I'm really scared when you say that."
Ye Xiu's exaggerated tone made the man sneer coldly: "If you keep talking harshly, the poison will take effect in one minute at most, and you will turn into a pile of blood."
Ye Xiu shrugged: "Then let's make a bet. If I'm fine in one minute, you can call me daddy."
"It's impossible. As long as you haven't reached the level of Demon King, it's absolutely impossible to withstand the power of the Tea of Death. Stop bluffing here."
Ye Xiu chuckled and didn't bother to explain to him.