As the tournament day is approaching, the second Sunday of June is getting closer and the atmosphere on Penglai Island is getting tense.

Not only were the teachers of the competition preparatory committee extremely upset by endless work, but the strange visitors also made the students on the island even more nervous.

I'm afraid no one can tell how many species there are on the island now, and it is even more uncountable to know how many hatreds these visitors have.

Either seeking revenge and complaining, or simply finding someone to test your new power, or simply dislike the other party and don’t even have to find excuses. The no-man’s land on Penglai Island has become the best arena.

The sound of fighting and explosions day and night can be compared to the wolf howling of ghosts and gods. The howling of lions is quite good. The inexplicable loud noise like dragon roars, with terrifying pressure, often awakens the students from the middle of the night.

"What is that? It sounds so scary."

"God knows, but I won't know in two days."

If the students are worried and looking forward to the event in a relatively safe campus, then the teachers of Penglai College will be almost annoyed.

"We are all so busy that we don't have time to control you. As long as we don't enter the campus, we will be beaten to death outside to save trouble." For the preparatory committee of the tournament, who is troubled by various organizational work and security work, there is no time to manage those extra energy outsiders.

Turning a blind eye, the chaotic battles outside the field were directly ignored, too much materials and manpower needed to be allocated, and too many participants needed to be arranged, and the preparatory committee has entered the stage of full-scale sprint.

Just like a student taking the upcoming final exam, no matter how much he reviews, the closer he gets to the big exam, the more he feels that he is not ready.

No matter how well the preparations were done, Li Yunhao, a powerful man from the Jiuxian world, personally tested the defense mechanism. The preparatory committee represented by Mo Hanmei was still uneasy about the upcoming grand event.

What should come or come back, the Thorns Race is here.

And when colleagues were in a mess, someone went missing as usual.

"Is Director Yao, the Preparatory Committee? I'm here"

"The contestants arranged their work to find Professor Molisa at 401, and coordinated the work to the sixth floor to find Professor Liu Yunxi. If there was a fight within the college, they would like to find Tamamo Sakura, a student union room of the branch, and then dispatched people to suppress him."

"None of them."

"If it's not the case, please look for Dean Mo Hanmei on the 3rd floor, but she is very busy. Please sort out the work and problems and complete the reward in one minute."

"No, Director Yao"

"He's dead! Don't worry, the tournament will be held if he dies. What else is there? Tell me quickly, I'm very busy too!"

"But Director Yao'

‘Nothing, but he has never been in charge of anything. He is not the same as him or not!”

"Okay, Director Yao's express delivery."

"'Electric Witch Game Company'. We are all busy. He actually bought a new game by mail, threw it away, and threw it away for me!"

Well, another person who was forced to get mad by heavy work and the hope of someone in the hearts of his colleagues has dropped again.

No wonder this is true. In fact, he took the lead in taking charge, but he became the boss without caring about it. Others were busy, but that guy was playing games. If it weren't for the sake of solving the problem for him and apologizing for him to soothe the dissatisfied Dean Mo Hanmei's face, I'm afraid the "oppressed" teachers had already rebelled.

And this time, the teachers of the preparatory committee really wronged Yao Xian.

Daily laziness plays an alternative role in covering up, and this extremely important person disappeared naturally in the eyes of everyone.

"ah!!"

At this time, Penglai Fairy Island, a small secret room, was full of moans and screams.

Humming a small song, he drew the torture serrated knife full of bloody dark red from the injured artificial vampire's shoulders.

"Sizi!"

The blade was pulled out, but with the sound of steel being cooled, and a large amount of white smoke appeared strangely from the wound of the tortured person.

"The taste of No. 6 Holy Water is pretty good. Did you show off your self-healing ability just now? Look, your boastful immortal body is not worth mentioning in front of me. I have many ways to make you speak."

"Bastard! You actually feel that the Dark Wizard Covenant will not let you go! Let go of it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The serrated knife coated with holy water entered the vampire's limbs again, and the burning pain that rose from his heel to his spinal cord made him cry and kneel down, begging the judge's mercy while thumping from his head.

The interrogator's cold eyes had no feelings, and his arms swirled.

“‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The pain caused by the holy water stirs back and forth in the limbs, and the inhuman screams echo in the secret room.

The blood from the source of power turned into steam and disappeared without a trace, but tears and snot fell down together. The thief who had been scattered by Europa for a hundred years cried like a child.

"I have limited patience. If I don't say anything, I will kill you and catch another one."

The vampire at level 7 of natural disasters that were enough to destroy a small city in front of him was powerless in Yao Xian's eyes, just like catching a chick.

As for humanity and other things, the guy in front of him was very resentful and obviously didn't do good things.

Hearing this, the vampire on the ground shook violently, and then looked up again. The face was full of snot and tears, but there was a flame-like anger on its face.

"What did you say?! You haven't asked anything!"

Yao Xian slapped his head and recalled it, he seemed to have forgotten to ask.

"Ha, I'm sorry."

“Ahhhh.”

Unapologetically and sincerely apologized, with a smile, the serrated knife turned around again. In the eyes of the vampire, the smiling man was the same as the demon.

"Tell me, what are your plans besides participating in the competition?"

"We ahhhh!"

He hesitated with gritting his teeth, the vampire wanted to deny the tough guy, but slowly cutting and gradually moving the blade to his chest made him immediately make the most rational choice.

"I said, I said!!! Stop coming again!"

The emotionless judge obtained the information he expected.

"Is the Zhuxian plan? Just now the environment was a little better, and I was thinking about internal fighting. This is human beings. However, with Penglai as the goal, I dare to think about it."

There is no need to listen to the remaining words of "I" and insert the serrated knife into the vampire's heart.

Yao Xian turned his target to the wall on the other side of the cell, where was a handsome holy son who was nailed to death by nails.

The originally gorgeous wings were nailed to the wall by rotten black nails, and blood fell down the wings. If the unusually humanized fear was ignored, the powerless angel was as beautiful as a painting.

"Next, let's hear the whine of the "saint" of the Holy Church."
Chapter completed!