Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

Before the words were finished, someone immediately came out without fear of death, and said fiercely:

"We know that Young Master Feng and Young Master Qiang are not comparable to each other, but the people who surround them and avoid suffering!

Why don't they have to be punished? ! They must be better than us! "

When the instructor heard this, he sneered. If this thorn was really his soldier, he would have punched him earlier and taught him how to obey orders.

"Why? You can hide wherever you can! No one is stopping you from finding a way to survive!"

The boy who brought it up was speechless for a while, and didn't know how to respond, but his eyes were still full of dissatisfaction.

The instructor snorted coldly and ignored the student who brought it up. He walked past him and said coldly:

"Half an hour later, I'm going to see everyone do a hundred push-ups! If one person doesn't finish, add fifty to all of me! Can't you hear me!"

However, only a few weak voices answered this time.

A strange smile appeared on the instructor's face, and he asked with a smile:

"Listen, here, there, no, yes?"

Although there was a smile on his face, there was a bloodthirsty aura in his tone.

The students who seemed to have slumped just now were all shocked, and answered in unison:

"heard it!"

…

Not far away, Qiang Mo looked at the students who were being "played" by the two instructors. It was a little funny. This process was really strong.

Um…

A strong batch.

Feng Xun stood beside Qiang Mo, although he strongly warned himself not to put his mind on the boy next to him, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the boy.

Qiang Mo turned his head and glanced at Feng Ban. The gaze from Young Master Feng was too warm, so I forgive her that a Three Realms Demon Venerable couldn't bear it.

It seemed that he could see the slightest disgust in Qiang Mo's eyes, Feng Shi was a little guilty, and turned his eyes, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Qiang Mo did not continue to ask questions. He lay on Wu Qing lazily, waiting for the two instructors to complete the entire process.

So slow…

He stared at the punished students for half an hour, and at the same time made Qiang Mo banished and some students who were lucky enough to stand aside for half an hour.

A hint of impatience gradually appeared on Feng Ban's face, but he still maintained a good self-cultivation.

Qiang Mo looked at the two instructors indifferently. Although he looked casually, it seemed to contain infinite coercion.

Finally... half an hour has passed.

Under the constant urging of the two instructors, all the students were finally forced to do fifty push-ups.

Mu Lianyi fell to the ground with some soft legs, panting loudly, and her eyes were indescribably gloomy.

The two instructors looked at the group of breathless students in front of them with the same expression, a little funny.

For their soldiers, let alone fifty, one hundred push-ups would only take a few minutes, and now giving them half an hour is just an ordinary amount.

The two instructors looked at each other and divided their work tacitly.

One of them continued to stand coldly, waiting for the students to recover.

Another went straight to Qiang Mo and banished a few and a few students who survived.

After clearing his throat, he said to these students:

"Whether you are relying on luck or strength this time!"

When he said the word "strength", the instructor subconsciously glanced at Feng Shi and Qiang Mo.