Tang San of Douluo suspects that I am his father

According to common sense, there is no way that Zhao Wuji, the soul saint, could be kicked and injured by Xiao Wu, a kid who has not yet broken through level [-], even with the powerful Vajra Kick of Wang Er's martial arts.

No matter how strong the ant is, it is impossible to shake the elephant. This is an eternal truth.

But since it happened, there was a reason, and the initiator was of course Wang Er, who was hiding in the dark and laughing.

This is not the first time that he has done this kind of thing of hiding in the dark and stabbing people. With his strength far superior to everyone present, it can just achieve the effect of making the little dancer appear holy in front of him.

The last time this happened, Tang San accidentally killed the son of the city lord of Notting City, but that time Wang Er did it to trick Tang San, this time it was to let Xiao Wu shine.

"Hey, brother over there, I have a strong and very absorbent towel here. Do you want one? You look like you are bleeding a lot."

Wang Er's appearance was still so unbeatable, it was almost ridiculing. When Zhao Wuji heard this, his old face that was already a little embarrassed instantly became the bottom of the pot.

As long as there are women, there will naturally be aunts. Although no one in Douluo Continent has invented a seven-dimensional space that is easy to use and clean, there are still cloth strips similar to aunt's towels, also called aunt's towels.

What Wang Er said was undoubtedly that he was not the Immovable King, and that the majestic Soul Saint Zhao Wuji was a woman, and she was a woman who was on her menstrual period.

My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't bear it anymore!

Zhao Wuji was furious in an instant, and he forcibly moved his body with the force of his lumbar spine, and moved his legs with willpower.

But it moved, but it only moved a little bit.

The price is that the blood is no longer the same as dripping down the trouser legs just now, but has the feeling of a small-displacement fountain.

puff!

It was probably this sound. Zhao Wuji hurriedly covered the wound with a constipated expression on his face.

Wang Er laughed while rolling forward and backward, while throwing over a pack of Seven Dimensional Pads that he won through a lottery.

"Stop being so stubborn. If you don't use it quickly, it will be even more embarrassing when there are more people. Your tailbone is broken. It's best not to walk on your legs. You should stand on your head and crawl to the infirmary with your hands for treatment.

Don’t worry, the Seven Dimension Space brand is guaranteed, and the one given to you is for night use, so it won’t leak even when you stand upside down. "

There was no doubt that he was gloating about his misfortune, and Zhao Wuji was so angry that his teeth were itching, but after thinking about it carefully, what this man said seemed to be the only way to solve his predicament at the moment.

There is an instruction manual on the packaging bag. Although the words are incomprehensible, the pictures are still completely understandable given Zao Wou-ki's talent.

After dressing up according to the instruction manual, Zao Wuji leaned back, placed his hands on the ground and completed a handstand. He glanced secretly from the corner of his eye to confirm that there was nothing wrong.

Zhao Wuji took a deep look at Wang Er, not knowing whether to thank him or scold this man for gloating.

When he finally climbed up to Wang Er while standing on his head, Zhao Wuji said thank you in a very polite voice.

If he knew that the person in front of him who he was thanking was the culprit for his appearance, maybe Zhao Wuji would bite him in anger.

Zhao Wuji is worthy of being the Soul Sage, the famous Fudo Mingwang in Douluo Continent. He can quickly master the handstand, a rarely used posture, and can walk like a normal person.

But before Zhao Wuji took two steps, Wang Er called out to him.

"Wait a minute, brother. Where is the recruitment department of Shrek Academy? Or you can tell me where the dean of Shrek Academy is."

Zhao Wuji didn't want to pay attention to it. His current state was too embarrassing, but Zhao Wuji, who wanted to pretend not to hear and run away quickly, found that his hands kept digging at the ground, but his body didn't move at all.

When he looked again, the blood that was almost out of breath flowed back into his head.

Wang Eryi held his bulenggai with both hands and lifted it up for him. No wonder he couldn't move no matter how hard he climbed.

"Damn it, put me down. I am the vice-president of Shrek Academy. Our college does not recruit employees and has no money to recruit employees. Put me down quickly!"

Originally, Zhao Wuji was slightly more grateful to Wang Er, a stranger, otherwise he would not have said that thank you.

But now he had a feeling in his mind that this stranger didn't seem to be a good person who came to save him from suffering, and he might not even be a human being.

"Well, so that's it? It's a pity. Then if I don't want the salary, do I still have to apply for the job?"

Wang Er was unhurried and looked very leisurely.

The situation was urgent, and Zhao Wuji's butt was getting more and more painful. It was impossible for a person to remain rational under extreme pain.

So he took action, the Vigorous Vajra Palm. This was not a martial art, but his soul skill. Its power should not be underestimated.

A pair of palms pinched Wang Er's calf, trying to use pain to make Wang Er let go. Although he was very angry, Zhao Wuji still retained his strength to avoid crushing the stranger's leg.

But obviously Zhao Wuji didn't read the almanac when he went out today, so he met Wang Er, the source of his bad luck.

Zao Wuji reserved his strength at first, but after he pinched it, it didn't move at all. Even the calf, which most people have some muscles, didn't move at all.

After failing, Zhao Wuji began to exert force until he used all his strength. The harder he applied, the more he felt as if he was pinched on steel, and the muscles in his calves were like steel.

After several times of exertion, Zhao Wuji's fingers pinched painfully, but Wang Er still looked very relaxed.

"My hero, what are you going to do? Please let me go. I am the vice-dean. If you have any grudge against Shrek Academy, you should go to the dean. Every wrong has its owner and its debtor has its owner. I am A soy sauce guy."

Zhao Wuji, who had been having a lot of trouble today, was a little depressed. He started crying with tears and snot in his nose. He stopped struggling and was lifted upside down in the air by Wang Er as if he resigned to his fate.

"Didn't I say that I want to join Shrek Academy? If you can't make the decision, just tell me where the dean is."

Zhao Wuji stopped crying and glanced at Wang Er, whose expression didn't look fake, while craning his neck. He could only answer with a sad face.

"I can, I can make the decision. I will share half of my salary with you. You will be the dean of students from now on. Put me down quickly. I feel like this auntie is going to leak out."

Zhao Wuji couldn't wait to agree to Wang Er's request, but Wang Er didn't break his promise and gave up his hands on the spot.

"Then Vice Dean, please go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible. This jade pendant on your body will be used as a token to prove your identity. I will give it to you when you come back."

What could Zhao Wuji do, even if the jade pendant was a token of love given to him by his first love, it was of great significance to him.

But now nothing is more important than him going to the doctor, and he can only keep his first love in his heart first.

Turning his head and no longer feeling nostalgic, Zhao Wuji ran towards the city without looking back.

Their stingy dean didn't have an infirmary at all, so Zhao Wuji could only go to the city to find a doctor.