Muchen Tu was stunned, and just when he was about to shake his head subconsciously, Liu Shaobai directly pulled out the arrow from his butt.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!!!" The wails that shot straight to the sky suddenly resounded throughout the entire station!
The two brothers of the Du family reacted really quickly. Seeing Liu Shaobai take action, they immediately understood what their mentor meant. They quickly covered Mu Chentu's wound with a cloth and said with heartbroken faces:
"We are really miserable!"
The other party was stunned by the howls of the Du brothers, and was shocked to the spot by Mu Chentu's demonic voice.
"Those people are simply inhumane. We, Class Nine, are pitiful enough. They still won't let us go. Just because we don't have many treasures in our hands, they beat and kick us. Look what they did to Chen Tu.
That's it." Du Hong looked sad and complained at the top of his lungs about the inhumanity of the robbers.
When the young man opposite heard Du Hongshao's words, he couldn't help showing sympathy, "I understand."
The classes looked at the miserable appearance of Class 9 and felt really pitiful at the moment.
Class 9 has no abilities to begin with, and they couldn’t get any magic cores in this demon hunting competition. Before, they distributed treasures and elixirs to each other, but Class 9 didn’t even get a share, but the other party actually didn’t even let the poor Class 9 go.
Team 9 was directly exposed to blood.
"Class 9 is really so pitiful." Everyone who had never put Class 9 in their eyes could not help but feel pity at this moment.
Although they were beaten, it was much better than the bloodshed of Class 9.
Look at Mu Chen Tu, there's still blood coming from his butt.
The young man standing in front of Mu Chentu and the others patted Du Hongshao on the shoulder and said, "Brother, it's not easy for you either."
Du Hongxiao lowered his head pretending to be in pain and wiped away his unnecessary tears.
Du Qingzheng on the side said: "They went too far. Even our instructor didn't let them go. Look, our instructor's hands are all broken."
As he spoke, Du Qingzheng pointed to the scratch on the little finger of Liu Shaobai's right hand.
It was scraped by a branch while carrying Muchen Tu.
The young man opposite looked at Liu Shaobai's invisible wounds, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Liu Shaobai: "..."
She didn't even know that she was injured?
Everyone looked at the "tragic situation" of Class 9 and felt sympathy in their hearts. Now, the suspicion in their hearts was even stronger.
"Even Class Nine has been poisoned, and now only Class One is left." Someone said, but there was something wrong with his tone.
"This time, even the second class was robbed. How many other classes in our college can beat the second class?" Someone with a straightforward temper shouted directly.
"If Class One did this, it would be so shameless. How much benefit does Class One get on a daily basis? Which of our college's resources is not selected first by Class One, and they still rob us? It's simply shameless!"
"Didn't Class 1 have a conflict with the people from Class 9 last time? I think Class 9 was seriously injured this time because Class 1 was retaliating against them. Or how come none of our classes were so seriously injured?"
A group of teenagers looked at the clues in front of them and felt more and more that Class 1 was the culprit of this robbery.
At the same time, I also feel that Class 9 is really unlucky. Class 1 took advantage of the demon hunting convention, and the revenge was so miserable.
The two brothers from the Du family were still covering their faces and shaking their shoulders, which made other classes feel unbearable.
Little did they know that these two were suppressing their laughter until they were in pain.
