Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 103, the old man

The old man who is squatting has no reaction.

The night was so desperate, and wherever he was, he was the master of Shang Xuan College, and he tried to push him in the past.

However, her hand is not yet close.

The embarrassed old man’s arm was like a poisonous snake, slamming up and holding her slender wrist.

At night, the sun was falling, and the backhand pressed the old five fingers.

A force to break his grip.

"Who is it! Who dares to touch Laozi when I sleep?"

The old man was freed from being broken, and the whole person was awake, screaming at the table and standing up.

The night clears the appearance of the old man.

The old man is over half a year old, his body is thin, his face is square, and he has a white flower beard.

How to look, it is just an ordinary old man.

but……

It is impossible to ignore his eyes and eyes when he clears the night.

Very sharp, with a light.

When he saw his eyes standing in front of a weak woman who seemed to be weak, his face became more ugly.

"Fair me, I will admit defeat for my brother!"

"What does not admit defeat, don't bother Laozi!" The old man waved his hand and looked impatient.

"But a test, is your college trying to make a living?" The night was full of anxiety, and she didn't know what happened to the downfall.

But she understands that she will not finish the test of Xiaoxiao soon, I am afraid...

Xiao Yan’s life is really unstoppable.

"Technology is not as good as people, even if you die, you are alive..."

If the old man did not agree, he was interrupted if he had not finished.

because……

The little girl in front of her eyes, the palm of her hand turned over, the bowl of cold water on the table, straight and floating, directly covered on the head of the old man.

The action is called a quick one, so it is called a hesitation!

The night is clear and the light is cold, and the tone is also covered with frost: "Technology is not as good as people? If it is really not as good as people, I will not say a word!"

She sneered, looking straight at the old man: "In the hall of the school, when the ability assessment, students use illegal things to test the actual test is not aware, this is your college supervision is not effective!"

However, the four-way masters did not listen to the night when they cleared the night.

They looked at the night with a strange look.

Are they blinded?

Some people dare to splash water on the old ghosts' pockets?

Who is the old man?

This is the entire college, no one dares to provoke the existence.

The entire Shang Xuan College can be tied with the ghost old man, and a finger can count!

the most important is……

This ghost old man is a crazy old man.

Even when the dean saw him, he had to avoid it!

This yellow-haired girl is dare to provoke the old man?

This is definitely the rhythm of life!

Just a few masters, pushing and pushing, thinking about launching a person, to slow down the temper of the old man...

The ghost was very calm and took the bowl off his head and wiped his face: "What space is it?"

"Three hundred and two!"

The ghost gown was swept away, and the miniature picture of the Xuan Pagoda appeared quickly in front of him.

His hand touched the picture lightly.

On time, the collapse of No. 306 disappeared into the picture.

At the same time, I heard the scream of Zi Ling screaming on the square: "eight young masters! Eight young masters!"

The night fell and the heart trembled, and the eyebrows were close together.

Thanks to the ghosts, I immediately turned around and walked in the direction of the sound.

"Wait." The ghost called her behind her.

In the night, the ears were cleared, and the two screams that were filled with Zi Ling’s talents did not pay attention to the sound of ghosts.

At the foot of the footwork, the body shape turned into a residual image, and quickly disappeared in front of the ghost.

The ghost looked at the direction of the night and disappeared, and touched the moustache, showing a meaningful smile, a bright light in his eyes...

Updated to, the next is at noon.

For a long time, I didn’t call for a recommendation ticket. The baby gave the ink master a small ticket. Every week, every 250 sheets, the ink master added a chapter!

Well~ because the ink is like this two hundred and five~

(End of this chapter)