Ancient fairy doctors in the city

Two students from the Royal College of Medicine in England fought in the venue of Jiangnan Medical University.

God knows what kind of uproar it will cause if this news is published in the newspaper?

"Principal Barlow, Rowell is such an upright person, but he was designed by a villain like Harris. You have to uphold justice for Rowell." Zhao Yang said solemnly.

At this moment, Barlow wanted to strangle Zhao Yang to death.

Justice?

You instigated the matter?

How do you let justice be done?

Punish Harris?

Isn't this following your heart?

The question is, if you don't punish Harris, might Rowell let it go?

Thinking of this, Barlow really wanted to knock Rowell's head open to see if it was full of shit?

Why can't you see Zhao Yang's sowing dissension?

Rowell was moved by Zhao Yang's words, tears welled up in his eyes, "Zhao Yang, I wrongly blamed you before, from now on you will be my good brother Rowell, from now on your business will be my Rowell thing."

Weed!

All the students in the audience were shocked by Rowell's words.

Is this the rhythm of you wanting to sworn obeisance to Zhao Yang?

Don't you see that Zhao Yang is tricking you?

"Rowell, good brother." Zhao Yang shouted towards Rowell, "I will find a way to help you heal your illness. If it can't be cured, I will find Mr. Tan."

Help you cure?

Yarn!

Luo Weier's poor ability is caused by Zhao Yang's secret action, okay?

But seeing Rowell being so stupid, Zhao Yang couldn't refute his face too much.

"I...I..." Rowell was so touched by Zhao Yang's words that he didn't know what to say.

"I announce that this exchange meeting is over." Barlow turned around and left after saying this.

He was mad at Rowell.

Is this guy an idiot?

After the students at the venue left in groups of three or four, Zhang Lan came to Zhao Yang.

"Congratulations." Zhang Lan said with tears in his eyes.

"Congratulations, congratulations, why are you crying?" Zhao Yang said and handed Zhang Lan a tissue.

"No...no...the sand got into my eyes." I don't know why Zhang Lan couldn't stop crying the more he talked?

"Wu Huanxuan, what's wrong with Zhang Lan?" Zhao Yang looked at Wu Huanxuan who was beside Zhang Lan.

"Fantasy and big radish." Wu Huanxuan looked at Zhao Yang angrily.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yang thought to himself, did Zhang Lan know something?

It shouldn't be!

It's pretty good to hide yourself, right?

"Zhao Yang, let's have lunch at noon." Wenren Muyue came from a distance at this time, and she naturally took Zhao Yang's arm.

"Wenren Muyue, we don't know each other that well, do we?" Zhao Yang said angrily.

Zhao Yang could vaguely guess why Wenren Muyue had such an attitude towards him.

"Why didn't you let me let go when I was hugging you just now?" Wenren Muyue stomped her feet, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Come on, stop acting." Zhao Yang glanced at Wenren Muyue, "The occasion just now was for your face, you need to know the identity between us."

"What are your identities?" Wu Huanhuan seemed to realize something?

"What is the difference between us?" Zhao Yang said lightly.

"Could you be Wenren Muyue's uncle?" Wu slowly guessed.

"It's scarier than this." Zhao Yang looked at Wu and said slowly.

"Could you be Wenren Muyue's grandpa?"

"Almost." Zhao Yang said ambiguously.

Only then did Zhang Lan realize that he had been jealous.

At this moment, Harris came over from a distance, "Zhao Yang, can we have a chat?"

"Yes." Zhao Yang looked at Harris and nodded.

"Wait." Alice stopped the two of them when Zhao Yang left with Harris.

"Harris, Zhao Yang is my friend." Alice's blue eyes flashed a threatening light.

Zhang Lan and Wu slowly froze.

what's the situation?

When did Alice become Zhao Yang's friend?

"Miss Alice, I just want to have a friendly exchange with Zhao Yang." Harris said with a slight smile.

"It's okay." Zhao Yang gave Alice a comforting look.

Not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, Harris brought Zhao Yang to the back mountain.

"Student Zhao Yang, let's make a deal." Harris said softly.

"Tell me?"

"I come from a great organization, and this organization is extremely powerful. In this way, if you serve our organization, we will reward you with wealth, beauty, and even glory." When Harris said this, his face showed a smile. The color of holiness.

"Should I call you Harris or Glory Knight?" Zhao Yang said lightly.

Harris' pupils shrank.

"you……."

"Have you forgotten the loss of soldiers and generals in the Temple of Light so quickly?"

Harris' whole body suddenly burst into holy radiance, holding a silver-white spear in his hand, pointing at Zhao Yang's heart from a distance, and said, "Who are you?"

Zhao Yang patted it casually.

Harris only felt a terrifying momentum like a stormy sea crushing towards him.

In front of this aura, he is as weak as an ant.

boom!

Harris fell towards the distance.

He struggled to stand up, but there was a stabbing pain in his heart, he couldn't bear it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You... how could you be so strong?" Harris asked with an ugly expression.

The monks of the Guangming Church are divided into four levels: trainee knight, knight, honor knight, and guardian knight.

Apprentice knights can only be called quasi-knights, they are the reserve power of knights, while knights correspond to the acquired state, and honor knights correspond to the innate state.

Harris has reached the Knight of Glory at such a young age, which is why he is defiant.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would encounter a more perverted existence.

"Harris, are you the heir of the Phil family?" Zhao Yang came to Harris and said condescendingly.

Harris' face changed drastically, "You... how do you know?"

Not many people know about this even in Western society, okay?

"Since you became a knight of glory, the Phil family has made great strides, and now it has become a super enterprise in the world's top [-]." Zhao Yang said and squatted down, "You said that if you lose in China, Phil Will the family continue to advance triumphantly?"

There was panic in Harris' eyes, "I am the Glory Knight of the Temple of Light, if you dare to kill me, the Temple of Light will not let you go."

"Do you think the Temple of Light dares to come to China?" Zhao Yang laughed.

"You...what do you want?" Harris said reluctantly after a moment of silence.

Harris knew that if Zhao Yang wanted to kill him, he would have killed him already, so he wouldn't talk so much nonsense with him here.

"What do you think you should buy your life for?" Zhao Yang looked at Harris with a playful expression.