My wife came out to poison people again

Chapter 840 The deity is very good, you and other mortals are too weak!
"Principal Emperor means people from within the academy?"

Dean Han was startled, and swallowed with difficulty. There was a complicated deep meaning hidden in his eyes. In fact, he had already thought of it from the beginning, but he never dared to imagine it deeply. If it was true, it would definitely be a bloodbath. Rainy wind.

"Is it right? Check it out and find out."

Di Wuzheng said indifferently, "Otherwise, with his character, if he smashes the eighth-level barrier with his bare hands, once trouble breaks out, Dean Han cannot bear it alone."

Although he didn't directly say his name, everyone present knew that Di Wuzheng was referring to Beichen Siming.

"I know."

Dean Han pursed his lips, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, and pretended to be calm.

After everyone dispersed, someone would clean up the mess.

Back at Jiuliu College, An Qinghe healed Jiang Yuxi's wounds. Under the broken clothes, there were many scars, and the little face that was always full of vitality was now pale. Beichen Siming's whole body was tense, his whole body A strong evil spirit emanated from the upper and lower sides, squinting the silver phoenix eyes, wishing to catch the dark three-headed monster earlier, and smash it to ashes!

"hiss"

When her wound was touched, Jiang Yuxi gasped, An Qinghe was almost stared at by Beichen Siming's knife-like gaze, and nervous sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Fortunately, there are not many external injuries, and most of them are internal injuries, which need to be recuperated. Here is the eighth-grade Xuanling pill that I refined, and you can eat it in a while."

An Qinghe took out the porcelain bottle and gave it to her without blinking.

"Okay, thank you Teacher An!"

Although it still hurts, Jiang Yuxi still took it with a smile.

"Are the wounds bandaged?"

Beichen Siming asked coldly.

"Well, well, the venom is also under control, and Xiaoyu's self-made detoxification pill is very good."

An Qinghe nodded and looked at her with satisfaction.

"If Teacher An likes it, I can give you some in case you need it."

She knew that An Qinghe was really kind to her, so naturally she would not be stingy with her own things, and handed him a porcelain bottle.

"Okay, good boy!"

An Qinghe's nose was slightly sour. He obviously hadn't married a wife and had children yet, but suddenly he felt a warm feeling that his daughter had grown up and was filial to his old father. He squeezed the bottle tightly in his hand, full of joy.

"Now that it's done, Dean An can go back!"

Someone just wanted to break the warm atmosphere, and his sharp eyes swept over him, with the intention of seeing off the guests that could not be refused.

"God, can you not do this?"

Jiang Yuxi stared at him speechlessly, but Beichen Siming, as always, raised his chin haughtily, with a wicked sneer on his lips, and looked straight at An Qinghe.

"Cough, cough, Mr. Bei has been backlashed by the barrier, how about I come to help you with a diagnosis and treatment?"

Pulling the corners of his lips, An Qinghe covered his lips and coughed lightly, not intending to argue with him, but rather concerned.

"Okay!"

"unnecessary!"

Jiang Yuxi and Beichen Siming said in unison, but their opinions were opposite.

"Master, your backlash is worse than Xiaojiu's!"

She tightened her eyebrows, and there was some worry in her beautiful eyes.

"It's okay, this is a trivial matter, and no one else needs to check it."

Beichen Siming had a haughty expression on his face, with an expression of, 'I am very good, you are too weak for mortals'!

"This"

An Qinghe stood where he was, not knowing what to do for a while.

(End of this chapter)