"Bring it! It's forbidden! ”

"Confiscation! Hand in! ”

"What are you? Jing Yuan Fruit is also worthy of you? ”

……

Countless reprimands were coming, and one after another angry and greedy eyes shot at the ugly slave like knives.

He gritted his teeth and stepped back, knowing that there was no way to retreat, next to the wall at the corner of the stairs.

This was a gift from Ling Luo.

He won't give it to these nasty people anyway!

This is the only thought in the entire mind of the ugly slave.

Those students have long coveted such a forbidden thing as Jing Yuan Guo, but they have no way out because the school management is extremely strict.

Now this ugly thing suddenly has seven or eight in his hands, and for them, this is a great opportunity.

Grab one and count as one!

"Bring it!"

"Give it to me!"

"Mine! It's all mine!"

Finally, these proud sons of heaven put down the face of the noble young masters and young ladies and snatched them like crazy.

The ugly slave was shocked, swore to hold the remaining eight Jing Yuan Fruits in his arms, and squatted down his thin body.

No matter how they pushed and shoved him, no matter how much they beat him, he didn't move.

Suddenly, a strong force came from which direction the ugly slave rushed out of the crowd!

Below is the staircase that leads to the first floor.

The ugly slave clung to his precious "apples" and rolled down with a grunt.

There are three people high. Bumps and bumps, miserable.

And those Jing Yuan Fruits, when the ugly slave rolled down, couldn't hold on, and rolled out of the land in different directions one after another.

"Don't—" The ugly slave let out a terrible cry as he looked at the fruit that had run away, all his heads were broken and bloody.

It's all his!

She gave it to him!

As soon as Jing Yuanguo dispersed, the students on the steps on the second floor had red eyes, as if they had just run out of the madhouse, rushing to rob.

The ugly slave also wanted to snatch it back, but unfortunately his body was so thin, these students were all cultivators, and there were so many people, he couldn't shake it at all.

When he reached the end, he finally grabbed one and hugged it tightly in his arms, and immediately three or five students punched and kicked him, and the attack was extremely vicious.

Hurt......

It really hurts......

The ugly slave heard the sound of his own bones breaking, and the wound, which had begun to heal, broke open again, and the blood soaked the bandage.

"None of them? Just leave this one to me! His eyes were huge and bloodshot, and he stared at the group of young ladies who were even uglier than him.

His voice was hoarse, with a heart-rending tone.

Unfortunately, people are greedy.

None of the students heeded his pleas.

In an instant, he was trampled on the ground by that group of mad dog-like boys and buddies, and forcibly took away the Jingyuan Fruit in his hand.

It's chaos.

Countless fights, brawls.

The ugly slave dragged his mutilated broken leg and sat down in a corner where there was no one, his head bowed, looking extremely depressed.

Later, he began to cry.

He felt wronged, so wronged.

The ugly slave cried like this, crying, crying, the more fierce he became, and his whole body trembled when he cried.

I don't know how long Lu Dao cried, the fighting and scolding around him suddenly stopped, and the world was in an uproar and quieted a lot.

The ugly slave was stunned, and he lifted his bloodstained face, which was extremely ugly with blurred teary eyes.