Dou Er: You are an evil soul master, but a charity king?

Because this old witch will punish you severely if your answers are not to her liking, making you run in circles with an armor on your back or stand under the scorching sun for three or four hours until your soul is about to leave your body. But she will only glare at you and secretly call you a waste.

In short, she is like an old woman in menopause, with mood swings, which is really infuriating.

Of course, what's even more frightening is that if you are slightly dissatisfied with her, the decision to expel you from school will be like a mountain pressing down on you. The expectations and high hopes of countless family elders will weigh you down, and you can only beg her not to expel you.

But what came back was even worse...

Wang Dong looked out the window indifferently. It was already the second semester of the first grade, and he would soon be able to leave the oppression of this old witch, and then stay in the Sun-Moon Empire for three years. When he came back, he would be a fourth-year student. Shrek Academy would change teachers after the fourth or fifth grade, and then...

"Wang Dong, tell me." Zhou Yi frowned and looked at Wang Dong.

"It's on the first page of the textbook. Can't you turn it over and read it yourself?" Wang Dong yawned lazily and glanced at Zhou Yi impatiently.

The whole class suddenly fell silent.

Lan Ruoruo's face was filled with shock. She lowered her voice and asked, "Is the monitor planning to drop out of school? How dare he speak to Zhou Yi like that?"

Lan Susu suddenly realized, "It should be that the list of exchange students has been confirmed. The class monitor will go to the Sun Moon Empire for exchange next month. This is a major event confirmed by the school. Old witch Zhou Yi probably doesn't have the authority to expel Wang Dong at this time. After all, he is a twin martial soul, which is very precious. Expelling him at this time is obviously pushing him to the Sun Moon Empire."

Zhou Sichen smacked his lips, his face full of envy: "Why can't they choose me? I also want to go to the Sun Moon Empire for exchange. As long as I can avoid Zhou Yi, the old witch, anywhere will do."

Cao Jinxuan said disdainfully: "Don't dream. The class monitor was selected into the reserve team before the competition. His strength is unique in our new class. Only... Dai Huabin from the next class can be compared with him. You are nothing."

"Oh, you..." Zhou Sichen widened his eyes, and the two friends almost got into a fight.

But the sharp-eyed Zhou Yi noticed it and sneered.

"You two! Go out and run twenty laps with weights!"

With a sharp sound like glass scratching against the wall, the two men walked out of the classroom dejectedly.

The classroom became quiet instantly.

Zhou Yi walked down the stage slowly, looked at Wang Dong, and sneered: "What, Wang Dong, before you leave, you can't respect your teacher? You are really a thing that has people raising you but no one teaching you."

"..." Wang Dong's little hand tightly grasped hers. At this moment, Zhou Yi accidentally scolded her right at the heart. After all, she didn't even know who her parents were...

"Hehe, this old witch is the only one that can do this. If you were not your husband Fan Yu, who would you be? Are you qualified to teach in Shrek's outer courtyard?" Wang Dong quickly calmed down and glanced at Zhou Yi with a sneer.

“You’re so arrogant, looking down on this one every day, and bringing shame to Shrek’s ten thousand year reputation. What about you? A Soul Emperor in his forties? I dare to ask all of us students here, which talent can’t crush you, the so-called teacher!”

"You are a waste yourself, and you come here to teach and educate people. I think Shrek... that's all."

Wang Dong shrugged indifferently.

"You..." Zhou Yi's face turned red instantly. Ever since Fan Yu became the director of the Soul Guidance Department, no one had dared to speak to her like that.

Wang Dong's words were like a knife, accurately piercing her weak spot.

After marrying Fanyu, she actually felt very inferior because there were many people who liked Fanyu, and she herself was very poor, with no background and no talent. Apart from being liked by Fanyu, she was useless.

She also knew that she was where she is today because of Fan Yu. Her inferiority complex and deformed heart gradually twisted into a controlling person. She relied on these Shrek "geniuses" to establish her authority and achieve a sense of superiority in controlling power.

To this day, if Wang Dong hadn't torn them apart.

I'm afraid she is still immersed in a sweet dream.

"What do you mean, take your disgusting claws away." Wang Dong slapped Zhou Yi's hand in disgust. "You are a teacher, so what have you taught us so far? Have we done weight training over and over again? Is it because I can't afford those broken copper armors? Or is it because I can't hire a healing spirit master? Most of the knowledge is from textbooks. In addition to reading the textbooks dryly in class, do you have any understanding of your own?"

"It's just garbage..."

Wang Dong snorted and walked out of the classroom.

Chapter 158 Mingdu is about to get into chaos

Zhou Yi's neck first turned red, then her wrinkled face, as red as pig liver. She pointed at Wang Dong's receding back, but never got angry.

It was because of the huge Haotian Sect behind her that she had no intention of crushing the other party with her strength.

But when she looked around, she saw countless students looking at her with expressions of surprise, shock, or realization. She felt like she was on edge, and her face was completely humiliated. Her hands and feet were shaking, and she even lost her composure for a moment...

"Wang Dong! Stop, is this how you talk to your teacher?" Tang San stood up abruptly and spoke sternly.

Wang Dong was stunned.

Turning around, he looked at Tang San who was speaking righteously and felt a little confused.

Not long ago, Tang San came to Master Xuan and asked her to remove the caged bird technique. She also wanted to be clean, and psychologically she didn't want to have any contact with Tang San. She always felt that he was despicable, so she agreed without hesitation.

I didn’t expect today…

"Wang Dong! Hurry up and apologize to Teacher Zhou Yi! She is a teacher after all, and we should respect her!" Tang San frowned.

Although he felt a little regretful in his heart, he considered himself a father, so naturally he had to show his father's "dignity", especially since Tang Chao of Haotian Sect was gone and this was the territory of Shrek Academy, and he had Xuanzi's big and thick leg to rely on.

Of course, the key point is that he does not recognize Wang Dong at all. The latter is just a tool, a tool to synthesize his daughter's soul.

Give her some face and call her daughter, if you don't give her face...

It's a chess piece!

If it were Tang Wutong, he would definitely not scold her like this.

"Who are you?" Wang Dong looked confused.

"Wang Dong, you're boring..." Tang San frowned.

"So you are?" Wang Dong said lightly.

Tang San:"……"

"Pfft!"

In an instant, Wang Dong stepped hard on Tang San's face, the strength of the 39th-level Soul Master was clearly displayed, and the dazzling wings of the Goddess of Light Butterfly flapped slowly.

In the sunlight, his expressionless and handsome profile is extremely attractive.

Many girls covered their chests with their hands, their faces flushed.

so hot……

"You, how dare you..." Tang San was stepped on humiliatingly, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his voice trembled.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to establish his authority, and then persuade Wang Dong to stay under his control and not run around.

But I didn't expect...

This tool man is so arrogant!

That Zhou Yi... what a waste...

Tang San closed his eyes in shame. Zhou Yi seemed to be stunned by this sudden scene and stood there in a daze. His idea of ​​establishing his authority in this class was completely shattered.

From now on, he will probably become a joke.

"Trash, I saved you when you were a cripple. I still can't forget your flattering and pleading face at that time. How long has it been... and you've forgotten it?" Wang Dong looked out the window quietly. His shoe crushed Tang San's face hard, and a bloody tooth was spat out by the latter. Obviously, the blow just now was not light.

When Tang San heard this, he became more anxious.

If his past was exposed by Wang Dong, I'm afraid that what he did in Tiandou City would soon be exposed...

By then, where would the dignity and face of the Tang Divine King be?

"Wang Dong! Let him go!" Zhou Yi seemed to finally react, his face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out.

The pressure from the Soul Emperor was completely released.

Pressing towards Wang Dong.

"Haha, that's all you've got." Wang Dong sneered, moved his right foot slightly back, and then kicked hard. Tang San fell like a dead dog, parabolic in the air, and landed heavily beside Zhou Yi.

Then he walked straight out of the classroom. Before he stepped out of the classroom, he turned his head and glanced at Zhou Lian: "Let's not talk about ten years later, even if it's five years later, can a piece of trash like you block my attack?"

Then he walked out of the classroom with Zhou Yi's gloomy face.

The corridor was filled with onlookers.

When Wang Dong appeared, there were whistles and cheers.

Obviously, some people are already unhappy with Zhou Yi...

……

Empire of the Sun and Moon.

Under the dim moonlight.

Not far outside Mingdu City.

A line of city defense troops walked slowly past. The leading officer looked around and gestured: Stop!

Dozens of people stopped where they were and started chatting.

The leader glanced at the tall city wall not far away. There were trees nearby to block the searchlights and sight from above.

He ignored his men's laxity and looked directly at the top of a tree.

After a while, there was a movement on the tree. A man in black jumped agilely and landed on the ground silently.

He walked up to the captain and said in a hoarse voice: "My goods have arrived..."

"Look, here it is." Seeing this, the captain did not shy away from it at all. In front of his men, he took out a soul guide storage device and threw it to the other side.

"Old rules, let's test it first." The captain lit a cigarette and started puffing away.

He took a deep breath, staining the half-smoked cigarette gray, then yawned and rubbed his eyes. "This time, except for the missiles you want, they are top secrets of Mingde Hall. The rest of the latest models of mechas and several level eight and nine soul guides are easy to get. My master said that the entire Sun-Moon Empire should choose us."

"Mecha?" The man in black robe looked up while flipping through the soul guide on his ring.

"Yes, the latest model of mecha, it is said that only a sixth-level soul master needs to control it, and it can exert the combat power of a seventh-level soul master. Wow, it's really abnormal. If I hadn't been told not to touch it, I would have wanted to try it..." The captain licked his lips, with a look of emotion.

"This mecha... should have just come out of the production line. Many of its parts are still unsealed. It must be absolutely new." The man in black smacked his lips in amazement.

"Hehe, this is nothing. You just need to know that my master has connections everywhere. It's just the latest mecha, and he has a handle in his hand." The captain said proudly.

"Really?" The man in black raised his eyebrows. "Then... can you tell me which one of your masters in the Sun-Moon Empire is your master?"

"Hey, that's out of line. Why don't the people we sent this time know the rules?" The captain frowned and turned to look at the man in black robe.

But the latter lifted her hood, revealing a beautiful face.

Her skin was as white as snow, and under the moonlight, she looked even more beautiful.

The captain's throat rolled and his mouth was a little dry for a moment.

"You... are not right!" His face changed drastically, and a red fire phoenix appeared at the collar of the fluttering girl's cloak.