The rookie at Super Seminary wants to retire every day

Along the way, Fuyang tried hard to bring up topics, but Liang Bing had no interest at all and just responded in a perfunctory manner.

secretly:
Liang Bing: Chen Heng, what on earth are you thinking? What the hell is that clothing? At first glance, I thought it was a biological mutation.

Chen Yan: To be honest, do you really not think that dress is handsome?
Liang Bing: How should I put it? That dress is not ugly, but it has nothing to do with being handsome. It looks like a fish with its scales shattered. How can it be good-looking?

Chen Heng: Never mind. Everyone has their own aesthetic taste. You have your preferences and I have my style. Goodbye, you tasteless guy.

Liang Bing:? If you have the guts, wear that dress to Kesha.

Chen Yan: She is not guilty of this.

Liangbing:? ? ?
Liang Bing, who was broken from defense, silently aimed at Fu Yang, who was still chattering nearby, and kicked him.

"Bastard!"

Fu Yang was kicked upside down and looked at Liang Bing, who had suddenly become angry, in disbelief.

"what are you doing?"

"What are you yelling about? Don't you know that beating is love and scolding is affection? I'm not happy for you to leave."

Liang Bing put her hands in her pockets: Haha, since I can’t handle the big one, can’t I just use the plot to bully the small one?

After kicking Fuyang, Chen Heng immediately showed a shocked expression.

Chen Heng: Oh, your feet are not big, but your kick is powerful enough. This kick didn’t take me two miles.

Liang Bing: No way, I just wanted to act realistically and put some pressure on Fu Yang. I’m not an ugliness fetishist, so why should he succeed in his strategy all of a sudden?
Chen Heng: If you put it that way, it does make sense.

Fu Yang stared at Liang Bing for a while, then stood up again with a frustrated look, and tried to force a smile: "If Your Majesty likes this, I am willing to accept Your Majesty's 'love' for the rest of my life."

Liang Bing's face darkened (forcing a smile): "Really? That would be great."

Aislo, who had been observing, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. This demon queen had a very bad temper. She didn't want to listen to Fuyang's nonsense and kicked him, even though what Fuyang said was not very pleasant to the ear.

Fu Yang is a guy with no emotional intelligence and is extremely arrogant, especially since he doesn't have that kind of idea towards the Demon Queen Liang Bing.

It's definitely hard to pretend to be affectionate, but it doesn't matter. Aislo doesn't have much hope for Fuyang anyway.

As long as this matter could be passed on to Chen Heng, as long as Chen Heng had some reaction, whether it was simply producing strange emotions or taking direct counterattack actions, it would be in line with Aislo's expectations.

Chen Heng cannot stay in the fringe universe because he is too intimidating to the ring masters. With him nearby, even if some of the ring masters have some unspeakable thoughts, they will hide them tightly, for fear that Chen Heng will find some clues and use them as an excuse.

People can't fight with a mad dog, and the eight dead ring masters can't fight with the wanton and rogue live ring master. Firstly, they don't have the courage to do so, and secondly, they really can't afford to fight.

Aislo did not hesitate. After seeing Fuyang and Liang Bing sit down and start eating horse meat, he immediately brought the video data at that moment to the Minglong civilization and gave it to a bastard who was bullying others in a foreign land.

"You really live a carefree life wherever you go."

A faint voice interrupted a man and a dragon who were sorting out their belongings (collecting spoils) in the Dark Dragon Civilization.

Mihilda had a keen sense that the visitor was not friendly, and the whole dragon became nervous. Chen Heng waved his hand, signaling Mihilda to calm down.

“What’s going on here? How can I allow you to come in front of me so brazenly? Aren’t you afraid that I will settle all the old and new grudges with you?” Upon hearing this, Aislo immediately stopped and no longer approached Chen Heng. Before he could open his mouth, he heard Chen Heng’s mocking laughter.

"I thought you were so confident that you could face me head-on, but you are just letting yourself go. If you are so scared, just go home. A coward is not worthy of being my opponent."

Aislo himself is not afraid of being angered, but the premise is that this person cannot be someone he really cares about, such as his recognized opponent - the prophet Chen Yan.

Aisiluo raised his leg again and approached Chen Yan, laughing as he walked: "How much do you underestimate me? The fall before wasn't painful enough, right?"

"But a single defeat can make you so happy? You are so easily satisfied. I thought only the final victory was something worth being happy about."

Chen Heng was not shy about talking about his failure. Not to mention that he did it on purpose, so what?
He was just a prophet, not an omnipotent god. Wasn't it normal for him to fail? Gains and losses were normal in life. As long as there was a chance to turn things around, failure was a rare experience for him.

Chen Yan's indifference made Aislo a little irritated.

There are always times when you have the upper hand or the lower hand during a game of chess. When Chen Heng had always had the upper hand, he didn't find it difficult to accept. After all, the more capable Chen Heng was, the more interesting the game was.

But Chen Heng's indifference to the defeat could not satisfy Aislo's own bad taste at all. He wanted to see Chen Heng lose his composure and also wanted to see Chen Heng get angry and frustrated.

"I'm not here to see if you can show how broad-minded you are. I'm..."

Zheng!
Without saying a word, Chen Heng took out the halberd and hit Aisiluo. Looking at the blood sliding down from the halberd, he smiled brightly.

"What is it? Stop keeping me in suspense. Why don't you continue?"

Although the stab wound to Aisiluo was not fatal, it was still painful. He frowned and said, "What do you mean? I didn't expect you to be so impulsive."

"Don't talk nonsense. I haven't avenged you guys from last time."

Chen Heng smiled and laughed at Aislo's naivety. Old Biden, do you really think you are the only one who can play dirty?
Aisiluo was surprisingly not displeased by Chen Heng's smile. After all, the fact that Chen Heng was so active in retaliating against him proved that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Chen Yan must also care about the previous defeat, and he must be extremely dissatisfied.

When he thought of this possibility, Eslo couldn't help but laugh, and his laugh made the wound hurt.

Aislo flashed to a distance and happily threw the video data he brought to Chen Yan.

"Don't rush for revenge yet, look at the 'gift' I prepared for you."

Shen Yan shook off the blood on the halberd blade, briefly read the data thrown at him, and his eyes darkened.

"Aislo, you really want to piss me off, don't you?"

"Hehehe~Are you angry? So what if I piss you off? You can kill me."

"Yes!"

Chen Heng appeared in front of Aislo and thrust the halberd into Aislo's wound again, his eyes grim.

Before Eslo could react, the surrounding space was instantly devoured by darkness, and the feeling of emptiness and nothingness directly controlled Eslo's body.

Shen Yan's cold voice came from my ear: "If you make me angry, the game will be over." (End of this chapter)