Chapter 1847: Shen Zhengxing’s secret pain

   Chapter 1847 Shen Zhengxing’s dark flesh pain

  It turned out that Gu Fenghua had such a chance! How could they not envy the good luck of Lorne, Hu Moyu and others? Especially Hu Moyu, many people stared at him with a green light, really wishing to take him alive, and then replace him.

  Don't talk about the disciples in the courtyard, even Shen Zhengxing, waiting for the history of the courtyard, looked at Tantai Baiyi with envy.

I thought that Yiyuan Academy’s decline was like this, and there would never be a day of turning over again. It was only a matter of time before the nine colleges were expelled. Who would have thought that with the arrival of Gu Fenghua, the soul of Tao will reappear, and Yiyuan Academy will be reborn. It may rise strongly.

  How can a genius disciple like this be picked up by Tantai Baiyi? Thinking of this, Shen Zhengxing was secretly pained. With the prestige of Liangyi Academy now, how could Gu Fenghua put him under his sect? How could it be possible to make others cheaper?

In fact, Gu Fenghua’s first fancy was indeed the Liangyi Academy. The water flows to the lower places and the people go to the higher places. Unfortunately, he believes in the provocation of Hua Qianfeng and Hua Mingyu's uncle and nephew, and rejects Gu Fenghua. Outside the door.

   "How does this Hua Mingyu feel like a scourge?" Shen Zhengxing frowned. Looking at Hua Mingyu, it was even more unpleasant.

   Seeing the envy and regret in the eyes of many academy disciples and even Yuan Zhengyuan's history, Hua Mingyu only felt depressed for a while, and when he saw Shen Zhengxing's disgusting gaze, his heart was even more uncomfortable.

"What can we do if we awaken the power of the beasts, only 10% is left, even if the stimulus is extreme, how much Dao Yun can be felt? I am afraid that one hundred years of enlightenment is not as good as our one year of enlightenment." Hua Mingyu couldn't help but said. As Hua Qianfeng's nephew, he certainly knew the inside story.

   Hearing what he said, the envy in the eyes of the surrounding college disciples was much lighter. Yes, even if Gu Fenghua was able to awaken the power of that sacred beast, after all, there was only 10% left, and how many rhymes could be touched, even if they were able to comprehend day and night, they might not be able to compare with their own day-to-day work.

  The face of the history of the House of Representatives is also much better. No matter how talented Gu Fenghua is, he is destined to have limited achievements in the Yuan Yuan Academy.

  It is a pity to miss such a genius disciple, but as long as she is left unused, they will not be too embarrassed, so there is no need to be too disappointed. As for geniuses, there is never a shortage of Promise Sacred Heavens, so what can be done with one more and one less? How important is their face.

   "Thirty years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, be a human being, don't be proud too early, or you will cry sooner or later." Seeing the changes in the faces of the people, Hua Mingyu felt more comfortable in her heart and began to clamor again.

   "Are you talking about yourself, how did the sausage taste last time? Didn't you have enough?" Of course, Lorne knew who he was talking about, and sneered unceremoniously.

  Sausage...Others don't know what Lorne is talking about, but Gu Fenghua knows nothing better.

In his mind, the squinted small eyes, the vinasses nose, and the extremely full and voluptuous sausage mouth, Gu Fenghua only felt a bit of cold, and the goose bumps all fell... Tongue kiss, or tongue kiss. what.

   "Uh..." The unbearable memory filled my heart, and Hua Mingyu's face turned pale, covering her mouth and retching.

"Gu Fenghua, don't be proud of it. I will repay the enemy a hundred times in the future!" Hua Mingyu finally managed to resist the urge to vomit, but became angry and forgot what this place was. Growled.

  (End of this chapter)