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Chapter 887 There is a fight called healing

The old monster saw Sun Wukong standing at the door, his eyes were filled with fire, and he growled, "Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, I'm late again, say, are you really going against me, or..." As he said that, hesitated for a while and asked sternly: "Is it still really going against me?"

Sun Wukong then looked weak and said, "Teacher, you are joking. How dare I? It was not intentional, and it was definitely not intentional. I learned too late yesterday, which led to getting up a little late tonight, which was only a few minutes later."

The old monster smacked his lips and said, "Oh, Sun Wukong, you have made progress."

Sun Wukong smirked and said, "Hey~, it's all thanks to the teacher."

The old monster smiled gloomyly and said, "Don't get me wrong, Sun Wukong, I'm not using a compliment."

Sun Wukong immediately lowered his head and held his index fingers tightly.

The old monster picked up the Spirit God textbook on the lectern, walked towards Sun Wukong, and said earnestly: "How great it would be if your reason improved with your grades, right?"

Sun Wukong was a little ashamed and nodded repeatedly.

The old monster gave Sun Wukong a blank look and said, "Go back to your seat, no one can get down."

Sun Wukong bowed to the old monster and walked back to his seat.

Now, when the student Long Fujia from the non-ministered class saw it, he muttered with a questioning look on his face: "Is this burned? I'm so memorized that I didn't look at the calendar today."

The old monster continued to teach the students.

Sun Wukong returned to his seat, sat down, and found a "letter of war" in the hole in his desk.

Sun Wukong launched the "Book of War", with a series of typos, and the general content is "Friday, the school rooftop, the fight, the helper is casual, and there is no need to ask who I am, I am a woman you can't match."

Sun Wukong looked surprised and confused.

Sun Wukong held the "Battle Book" in his hand and pondered for a moment, whispering: "Woman?"

The best friend of Sun Wukong, Xiao Bailong, was cast in a paper ball and threw it towards Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong and Xiao Bailong had a gaze exchange.

The little white dragon asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Love letter?"

Sun Wukong thought for a moment, felt very messy, and replied in a low voice: "Shu Zhan?"

Xiao Bailong asked in surprise: "Shu of Zhan?"

Sun Wukong threw the letter to the little white dragon.

After reading it, Xiao Bailong felt confused and said in a messy feeling: "Ah? Women's War Book?"

In that mentally retarded classroom, Teacher Lingshen also led the whole class to beat cockroaches.

Sun Wukong sat on the desk, listening to the old monster's lecture without any intention, and then thought to himself: "Actually, I am not only a student, but also a boss, a boss who rarely can be low-key now."

After class, there was a very high tower somewhere in the Lingshen Academy.

Sun Wukong, the little white dragon is on one side, and the Iron Fan is on one side, each leading several supporting brothers, facing each other.

Both Princess Iron Fan are girls, and each dresses are exaggerated and in a strange costume, which contrasts with the effect of Sun Wukong's dress.

At this time, the scene was tense and the war was filled with smoke.

Xiao Bailong said first: "I know how to do the rules before the two sides fight."

Princess Iron Fan asked disdainfully: "What rules?"

When the little white dragon heard this, he laughed and said, "You don't even know any rules, so you dare to call a war?"

Princess Iron Fan said softly with a dragon suit, and said, "Boss, I'm reporting to her home."

Princess Iron Fan nodded and signaled that the dragon suitor Jia understood, and then said to Xiaobailong: "If you care, just report yourself to your house."

Princess Iron Fan's eyes signaled two dragon suits to the side. The two dragon suits immediately brought a chair. Princess Iron Fan sat down with an exaggerated aura.

Princess Iron Fan looked disapproving and said, "Hmph, you all listen to me. Sun Erniang, the 21st century spiritual god in the Gods and Underworld, was talking about me, Princess Iron Fan."

After saying that, Princess Iron Fan was posing, and several dragon-supors cheered and shouted: "Princess Iron Fan, Princess Iron Fan..."

Then, Princess Iron Fan stopped gesture, and the dragon supporters shut up.

Sun Wukong smiled disdainfully and signaled several dragon supporters to withdraw, and then Sun Wukong was about to lead several dragon supporters to retreat.

When Princess Iron Fan saw it, she suddenly sat up from the chair, and said with a little disdain and teasing: "Stop, Sun Wukong, why? Are you afraid?"

Sun Wukong turned his back to Princess Iron Fan, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You just think I'm afraid, I, Sun Wukong, never fight with women."

Princess Iron Fan chuckled disdainfully and said, "If you are afraid, you are afraid, what are the reasons you are talking about?"

Princess Iron Fan was joking and mocking Sun Wukong.

When the little white dragon heard this, he was furious and said, "My mother, good dear, stinky damn!"

The little white dragon was about to roll up his sleeves and go back to teach Princess Iron Fan a lesson, but was pulled by Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong persuaded, "Forget it, we won't fight with women. If this is spread, people will be laughed at to death. Let's go back." As he said, he greeted his followers and said, "Brothers, let's go back."

Sun Wukong was about to leave.

Princess Iron Fan kicked the chair with a angrily yelling, "Don't want to leave, sisters, follow me, Oh, Nine Yin White Bone Claws."

Princess Iron Fan beat Sun Wukong and the other side.

Princess Iron Fan said hoarsely: "Tick, sisters, scratch me hard."

Xiao Bailong said with some difficulty, "Hey, hey, hey, don't scratch your face, yo, yo, nose, ah, don't pull my ears."

Sun Wukong couldn't resist it, and said hoarsely: "Brothers, hold back the bone claws, and be the best. Don't fight back. We won't fight with women."

Princess Iron Fan grabbed Sun Wukong's hair and pulled it hard and said, "Sun Wukong, I want to pull you into a bald man."

Sun Wukong looked extremely painful and said, "Oh my God, women are going to become eloquent these days."

Princess Iron Fan scratched Sun Wukong with all her strength, and Sun Wukong was pressed to the ground, and Sun Wukong was in a very embarrassed manner.

Sun Wukong shouted at the top of his lungs: "How can a woman become a sperm?"

Have acquainted with it.

In the Supervisory Office of Spiritual Theological College.

Tang Xuanzang was furious and said, "What kind of morality is it?"

Sun Wukong, the little white dragon leaned against the wall with a blue nose and a swollen face. Princess Iron Fan hugged her arms disapprovingly, now with a disdainful expression on her face.

Tang Xuanzang held a cup of tea and walked around the office of the Spirit God, saying, "Girls and boys fight, Princess Iron Fan, do you think you are Mu Guiying, and you can't compare with Mu Guiying," and said, "Evil nature!" Sun Wukong looked cold-eyed, and the little white dragon said, "Impotence!" After that, he sat back in his seat and said, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

When Sun Wukong heard this, he smiled humbly and said in a low voice: "Forget it, I really can't punish me, no matter what kind of punishment it is."

When Tang Xuanzang heard Sun Wukong say this, he smiled and asked, "Oh, Sun Wukong, are you fearless? True temperament?"

Princess Iron Fan rolled her eyes at Sun Wukong and said angrily: "Sun Wukong, you don't need to carry forward your style as you pretend. The matter is because of me. What should I do to carry the Iron Fan alone? This is called natural."

After hearing Princess Iron Fan's words, Tang Xuanzang said with a ridiculous feeling: "I heard that Sun Wukong didn't hear that, Princess Iron Fan is called fearless and true nature.

At this time, Xiao Bailong took a step forward and said, "Director Tang, this is a very serious matter and should be dealt with seriously." As he said, his head stretched forward and said in a very low voice: "You are a bit like, like, like..." He said in a more low voice: "You are asking for trouble."
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