MTL - I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs - v100 Chapter 487 Xiaobu proposes marriage in public (twelfth update)

The leader of the alliance, Song Zhaolan brought a group of martial artists to besiege the demonic sect. Suddenly the whole alliance and the demonic sect had crossed over to be the students of Class A and Class F.

So this group of people climbed the wall and went to the Internet cafe, stayed up late to read novels, and participated in the sports meeting with 18 kinds of martial arts…

The students at Wulin No. 1 Middle school were going crazy. Every day, they trembled under the authority of these two big bosses. They were caught in the middle of these two classes that were sanctioned with iron fists. There were no longer mandarin ducks in the grove, only the two bosses shouting at each other.

Finally one day, Song Zhaolan received the demon’s “letter of surrender”:

“Who says that good and evil do not mix? I insist to exist in your heart!”

Class A student: The alliance leader is mighty, he actually captured the right palm of the devil with one hand!

Class F student: The leader has a good heart, he actually used his mouth to save this scumbag!

BCDE student: Are you blind or mentally disabled? ? ?

The martial arts master who only wants to cook shou X The master who only wants to learn gong

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Kang Chan, who possessed a mysterious sense and excellent combat ability!

But what the hell was this anxiety that made his heart stiff!

Puck!

A dull sound was heard and the world turned white.

After tried to wake up, a face was reflected in a mirror on the wall and he saw a fragile high school student there.

Besides, there were only those who bother him around…

‘I’ll kill everyone.’

God of Blackfield!

He didn’t know why, but that’s the name the enemy made up.

It means a god who brings death!

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