Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Wang Dong, who was sitting in the classroom, suddenly shuddered. Ever since she fell into a coma, she had been feeling more and more uncomfortable, like a butterfly caught in a spider web. She had struggled before, but every struggle made the web bind her more tightly.

This was not the first time Shrek had been attacked, but the damage it suffered this time far exceeded the total of the past ten thousand years.

However, the enemy forces directly launched a precise attack on the inner courtyard. Compared with the devastation in the inner courtyard, the outer courtyard did not suffer much damage, except for the death of a notorious teacher.

Upon learning of Zhou Yi's death, students from the entire grade applauded. If Shrek's top management had not suppressed the cause of her death, most of the students in the academy and those who had been expelled by Zhou Yi over the years would have started to worship the Beast God. The power of faith might have been able to break through the plane suppression and directly send Di Tian back to the peak of the first-level god.

At least from the outside, Shrek Academy still looks as glamorous as ever.

Wang Dong suddenly thought of a saying: All that glitters is not gold.

Is Shrek really worthy of the title of the first academy on the continent? How could the first academy on the continent train an evil soul master? Is it necessary for me to stay here?

"Hmm!" Wang Dong felt her head hurt again. She found that whenever these thoughts questioning Shrek Academy came into her mind, she would have a splitting headache, as if someone was punishing her rebellion with pain.

"Wang Dong!" Xiao Xiao's scream mixed with the sound of tables and chairs overturning.

"Are you ok?"

Zhou Yi resigned herself to sending Wang Yan to the school clinic. It seemed that the life of the Lord of Haotian Shrek was just like mine. He was brainwashed by the weak at an old age.

Who would brainwash others? Either they are engaged in pyramid schemes or evil spirit masters. Yes, there is no organization that is good at brainwashing. Liang Hao pushed his glasses. The sun shone under me, but I felt a chill spreading.

A gentle soul power was transmitted back into his body. Wang Yan covered his head and his eyes gradually became clear. Zhou Yi, Xiao Xiao, and the classmates around him were all looking at you with concern. Even Wu Feng, who usually dealt with you, showed a worried expression, although the big fire dragon was probably thinking that you must not die next to him.

The Lord of Haotian Shrek also has the surname Tang!

Is it Shao Zong?

All the little families have the surname Wang, but perhaps only without that boy would there be no dark future. Zhou Yi has never forgotten that every inch of land under my feet is the ruins of Wuhun City ten thousand years later.

As for why my last name is Qiangu...

"First, after the freshman assessment, Teacher Zhou expelled seven-eighths of the students; then during the freshman assessment, the senior sisters in the inner courtyard attacked the freshmen; and I haven’t learned about the most recent incident, the leader of the Tang Sect used the methods of an evil soul master to practice…" Wang Yan covered his head with his hands, and his brows unconsciously wrinkled together, as if there was a butterfly trapped outside that was slow to break free.

Just the last moment, your eyelids closed involuntarily, as if the first line of defense collapsed. Just when your body was about to touch the ground, Zhou Yi caught you steadily, like catching a precious porcelain that was about to be completed.

But Zhou Yi is the same as other teachers. I am knowledgeable, irritable and humorless, just like the friends of all the students in our freshman class. Since I became the head teacher, Wang Yan realized that the old woman Liang Hao is not so cute. This is not gentle but perverted!

"Of course, your coaching habit is sometimes to treat those kids as friends. He can't try to tell you what he encountered, and you will do your best to help him. I'm sure your help will be a help, and you will keep it a secret for him." Liang Hao's voice did not have a convincing power. I was very curious about Liang Hao's secret. Maybe that was not why my family asked me to observe the boy.

"As long as you think about the bad side of Liang Haoxia Academy, your headache will end." Several images flashed through Liang Hao's mind, "For example, is Zong Shaozong Academy really worthy of the title of the first in Xiaolu?"

With me, only practice makes perfect. Wang Yan fainted in front of me for the first time without any training.

It is said that observing Huo Yuhao is Zhou Yi's personal interest, and observing Wang Yan is not a task assigned by the family. The Haotian Sect is one of the families that has produced gods. Even if he is a reclusive boy, his strength is still unfathomable. Is it possible that I can find clues related to gods from under that boy?

But Liang Hao thought that Bai An's erosion of the unlearned was not the main reason. Thinking of the spirit eyes I had seen for many years, I was more inclined to believe that it was a spiritual problem. Unfortunately, there were too many spirit masters, and none of them were found outside the Sea God Pavilion. Long Xiaoyao killed several people with a sniper, and several more died when he went to the Xingdou Forest for negotiations. To be honest, the Pavilion Master almost never came back after going out.

"It would be useful to go back!" Wang Yan's voice was filled with tears. "You wrote a letter and told people outside the family that we asked you to go back before the holiday. We also said that if you keep thinking about it, you will have a headache."

At first, Mr. Zhuang could only attribute the reason to the influence of the Golden-Eyed White Dragon King. Di Tian’s extreme white and dark attributes eroded Wang Yan’s dark attributes.

"Student Liang Hao, should he ask outsiders about his headache symptoms?" Zhou Yi carefully suggested while escorting Wang Yan to the school clinic, "Maybe he can't take a temporary leave of absence. You should apply to the school to retain his student status." I know Wang Yan's true identity, the multiple sect leader of the Haotian Sect. Wang Yan's frequent headaches caught my attention. I even asked Mr. Zhuang, who specialized in treatment at the Poseidon Pavilion, to examine Wang Yan through Xuan Zi's relationship, trying to find out the cause of your headache, but to no avail.

"Yes, it is used." Wang Yan shook his head. Perhaps it was due to the pain. He looked a little weak now, like a butterfly whose wings were wet by a storm.

"Teacher Wang, can he keep it a secret for you?" Wang Yan's eyes were filled with hope. Although you are considered a good kid, you also know that it is extremely wise to complain about the school in front of the head teacher.

Zhou Yi's first reaction was not that the child was valued outside the home, but that was the Lord of Haotian Shrek! So I coaxed him: "Can you tell the teacher what he usually thinks about to end his headache?"

My martial spirit talent is low. Although I have the same Panlong Stick as the inherited martial spirit of the Qiangu Family, I don't have a dragon soul host, which is quite embarrassing in the Qiangu Family. However, I didn't get any cold eyes because the current head of the family, Qiangu Jingyin, said that the family has been passed down for ten thousand years and there is a lack of weak people, but there must be no one to do academic research.

"Can you tell me, teacher, why he thinks that?"

That's dark erosion outside, it's clearly mind control!

"You have thought about rebelling against Wang Dong, but there is always a voice outside your head repeating the importance of respecting teachers. This voice tells you to stay away from soul guides and get close to me..." Liang Hao's breathing gradually became shallow and slow. The light around him seemed to become blurred in an instant. The colors stopped merging, and everything became real, like the edge of dreams and reality.