Chapter 2767

"What special hobby..."

"I don't have a special habit of being beaten! Don't pull the calf!"

"Who am I?"

The white floats make complaints about the darkness.

In any case, the reputation can't be bad!

At the moment, hundreds of people in the first grade seed class gathered behind taishu Jie, ready to go to an unknown training ground.

These students are more or less nervous

The name of the necromancer is too intimidating.

Some are even forming a self-help League.

At that time, whether you can train or not is a small problem. Whether you can keep your life is the key!

"You take off the clothes of the students in the University and put on normal clothes!"

"After returning to the location, you are not allowed to reveal your identity!"

"Everything is under command. If anything happens, I can't control it!"

"This time, in addition to me, there are four tutors with you..."

"It's time to stop!"

Uncle Jie Leng said hello in advance, and soon other tutors rushed over.

At a glance, they are all old acquaintances

Fu Jing, vice president of Shenguan College

Sima Zhen, super tutor of war god Academy

Murong Yu, first-class tutor of war god College

There is also Ding Ling, a middle-aged beautiful woman tutor who has just finished weapons training and guidance.

This round of twists and turns has come back.

Together with Uncle Jie, there are five people.

After seeing Murong language, Fang fan subconsciously walks over and prepares to say hello. By the way, he will check the dangerous degree of the next training.

But as soon as he took two steps, the expression on Fang fan's face immediately became very wonderful

He saw Murong Yu talking happily with Ding Ling, the middle-aged beauty tutor. Holding hands, it was obvious that he had a lot of relationship

Fang fan's steps subconsciously retracted. At this time, of course, he can feel that the situation is not quite right.

In any case, it will be safe.

As for the others, the corresponding stability is OK, and there is no need to worry too much.

Fang fan spits out a mouthful of turbid qi and thinks secretly in his heart. His eyes twinkle with another kind of essence

"Fang fan!"

When Murong Yu saw Fang fan, she came over specially. Naturally, Ding Ling, the middle-aged beauty tutor, came over subconsciously.

"Yo..."

"Yu'er, this is the little man you said before!"

Ding Ling, a middle-aged beauty tutor, suddenly said with a strange look.

Of course, the voice of their conversation is not very loud, and they are more on the side. The surroundings are subconsciously closed, so it is difficult for others to hear.

"Cough..."

"Mentor Ding Ling, meet again..."

"Are you the elder of Yuer?"

"Is it Yuer's mother?"

Fang fan narrowed her eyes and then took a look at the face of Ding Ling, a middle-aged beauty tutor. It seems that it is really so similar to Murong language.

"You... What did you say!"

"You bastard, you... Where do you see that I'm Yuer's mother?"

"You... Bastard!"

"Am I that old?"

Ding Ling, a middle-aged beauty tutor, took a deep breath. At the moment, she didn't breathe at all. As she spoke, her body trembled unnaturally.

Now it's completely angry.

This wave is directly over.

It's bullshit to talk about everything. Now the sense of anger is the most real!

"Well..."

"When you call her, the tone is quite intimate..."

"This is not your relationship... What else can it be?"

Fang fan shrugged and responded helplessly.