Douluo: I, start as a Celestial Dragon

Gululu!

The boiling water bubbles surged, and Zhao Wuji swung his hands and feet and slapped the inner wall of the iron pot hard.

Unfortunately, his soul power was completely suppressed, and even his physical strength could not be used at all. His hands and feet could only make a muffled sound when hitting the inner wall of the iron pot, but could not shake the iron pot at all.

Ma Hongjun, Flanders and others all held their breaths. Every time they heard a crash, their hearts would contract violently.

Every time their hearts contracted, their souls were suffering unprecedented destruction.

They didn't dare to look, they all lowered their heads and gritted their teeth, for fear that they would be impulsive to save Zhao Wuji.

In the end, they restrained themselves and still felt that their lives were more important.

The firewood burned and the boiling water rolled.

Moro stood not far away, frowning slightly: "Why does it burn so slowly? We need to add more fire!"

In the distance, the hotel manager realized what he was doing and hurriedly stepped forward: "I'm going to get firewood right now."

He arranged for Dai Mubai to be sent back to Shrek Academy in a carriage.

In this way, Flanders and others can be regarded as being indirectly introduced to the Rose Hotel... He, the hotel manager, played a decisive role in the development of the situation.

Now the hotel manager just wants to please Moro as much as possible to prevent Moro from taking his anger out on him, or in other words, pursuing him.

Unfortunately, things did not develop in the direction he wanted.

Zhu Zhuyun took a step forward and kicked him away: "Do you want to show your courtesy here? Master, I'll get some firewood?"

At this time, Ma Hongjun also woke up and crawled forward on his knees: "I, I'll fill it in... It's the third thing, okay?"

The first thing is to set up an iron pot to boil water.

The second thing was to throw Zao Wuji into boiling water.

They now have four people who need to survive, Ma Hongjun himself, Flanders, Li Yusong, and Lu Qibin. This means that Ma Hongjun still has to do two things for Moro.

Only in this way can the four people leave alive.

Instead of waiting for Moro to speak, it is better to take the initiative yourself.

Anyway, Vice President Zhao Wuji is already dead. Even if there is another fire, Ma Hongjun will not feel too much guilt in his heart.

Moro laughed: "Interesting, you are quite clever...Okay, I'll give you this opportunity!"

Ma Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief and stood up quickly.

The evil fire phoenix spirit condensed again, and two yellow spirit rings also appeared.

But just when he was about to use his first soul skill, Phoenix Fire Line, a hand suddenly stopped in front of him.

Ma Hongjun was startled, quickly suppressed his soul power, and looked at Moro with some panic.

That's right, it was Moro himself who stopped him.

Moro showed a devilish smile again: "Ma Hongjun, I asked you to add fuel to the flames, but I didn't let you use soul skills!"

No need for soul skills?

So you want me to carry dry firewood?

Ma Hongjun nodded quickly: "I'm going to move the firewood."

Unexpectedly, Moro stretched out a finger and shook it, and then walked slowly to the hotel manager's side.

"I'm a little surprised that people from Shrek Academy came to the Rose Hotel so quickly, right? This supervisor?"

"Ah? It's none of my business!"

The hotel manager was so frightened that his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

Moro looked at Flanders: "You are the dean of Shrek Academy, answer me."

Flanders: "Woo!"

Moro laughed: "I forgot that you are mute now, Zhu Zhuqing, wrap your tongue for him. I heard that you can eat whatever you eat to make up for it... Flanders, go back and stir-fry and eat it up, maybe it will grow back." "

Zhu Zhuqing did not dare to neglect, and quickly picked up a tablecloth, stepped forward to wrap up the bloody tongue, and threw it in front of Flanders.

What you eat is what you need to nourish yourself? Is that what you mean? This devil is simply not going to have a good death.

Flanders was extremely resentful, but he still put the severed tongue away obediently, and at the same time he felt relieved again.

What Moro said just now clearly meant to spare his life.

From this point of view, his fate was completely saved.

As for whether there is still a chance for the tongue to be connected, Flanders does not have high hopes, but after the current matter is over, he still has to find a way to try.

At this time, Moro's eyes had fallen on Li Yusong.

Li Yusong's heart trembled and he quickly said: "The Rose Hotel found a carriage to take Dai Mubai back to Shrek Academy... When we just arrived here, he also told us the room numbers of several adults. "

He answered very quickly without any hesitation.

The other party had no friendship with him, so Li Yusong felt no pressure to betray him.

Hearing this, the manager of the Rose Hotel felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"You will repay kindness with hatred and you will not die a good death!"

The hotel manager was crying and cursing. At first, he just wanted to flatter Shrek Academy, or in other words, he wanted to remove the Rose Hotel from this conflict, so that the people of Shrek Academy would not misunderstand Dai Mubai's injury and their relationship. About the Rose Hotel.

Who would have thought that it would end up in this situation?

These teachers at Shrek Academy are not sons of human beings, they are all beasts.

Students throw deputy dean into boiling water.

The dean and a group of teachers watched helplessly as their companions were torn apart in the boiling water.

What kind of beasts have gathered in this Shrek Academy?

After waking up with a start, the hotel manager kept kowtowing to Moro: "Sir, have mercy on me, have mercy on me!"

Moro didn't speak, but looked at Ma Hongjun with a half-smile, and the meaning in his eyes was already obvious.

Ma Hongjun's eyes widened and he froze on the spot, his eyes filled with disbelief.

impossible!

How could he let me do this?

In panic, Ma Hongjun shook his head subconsciously.

"Snapped!"

It was Zhu Zhuyun again. She slapped Ma Hongjun on the face: "Why are you still standing there? Even my own teacher can throw it into boiling water with his own hands. Now he is just a stranger. What is there to hesitate?"

The manager of the Rose Hotel was still kowtowing, his forehead already covered in blood.

But Moro was unmoved at all and didn't even bother to look at him.

A thing that is not even an ant. Its only value is to interact with the characters in the plot and to increase the progress of the role.

How to do?

Dean, what should I do?

Ma Hongjun looked at Flanders for help, his face ashen.

Flanders sighed slightly and nodded.

In fact, Ma Hongjun already had a choice in his mind, but he just refused to accept that he was so cruel.

Seeing Flanders nodding at this time, the moral shackles on Ma Hongjun's heart were completely broken.

Yes, I can even throw away the life of Vice President Zhao Wuji, so why not kill one more stranger?

Ma Hongjun gritted his teeth, stepped forward suddenly, grabbed the hotel manager's shoulder, and then brutally threw him into the burning fire.