Chapter 115

Back in the apartment, the emperor lay on the bay window and looked down freely.

"Four years ago, yingmanji should be 13 years old now, just on the first day of junior high school, so should I have more contact with him... Maybe it will be more powerful for my future actions." thinking like this, the emperor feels annoyed and has no clear goal.

"Ding! The host triggers a branch mission: crown of evil (optional)."

"Optional? What do you mean."

"Ding! The host has three mission directions to choose from: (1) join GHQ to kill Yingman Ji and the funeral home, with difficulty s; (2) become the king, destroy GHQ and prevent the resurrection of Yingman's real name, with difficulty a; (3) change everyone's destiny without joining any forces, with difficulty SS."

"The difficulty is directly proportional to the reward, isn't it?" the emperor asked, but he also had a guess in his heart.

"Yes," the system replied affirmatively, "each optional task can be a master's recovery cultivation, so the master doesn't need to worry that class a tasks can't achieve the purpose of coming to this level."

Nodding slightly, the emperor chose the third way without much thought.

After all, he wanted to change their fate, and he didn't think he didn't have this strength!

"Ding! The host chooses the mission in the third direction: change everyone's fate without joining any forces. Difficulty: SSS. Reward: 30000 points and diamond lucky draw × 1. Soul realm + 1, Xuan level peak field, extremely cold field, and the power of the "king."

Slightly stunned, the emperor noticed the power of the last "King" and asked, "is it the same as yingmanji?"

The so-called King's power takes the hearts of others in the form of emptiness and uses them as props. If the emptiness is destroyed, its owner will die. And can combine the plural void into a new void.

"Yes."

The emperor nodded and ignored the system.

"School bar sacrifice?" the corners of his mouth slightly recalled. The emperor thought of the pure girl he met not long ago. Her fate in animation is not very good.

Satai (Sakura Manji's high school classmate and friend) was involved in the car explosion because she asked him to use void (the void of school bar sacrifice) to repair the car. After waking up, she used void again in order to save her beloved set. Finally, void was hit by a plane and destroyed.

At that moment, she had not finished an hour before she confessed to her beloved, not even one quarter of the day. When he died, he left his last words "I still like the gentle king".

"Go to the junior high school of tianwangzhou No. 1 high school tomorrow."

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The next day, the principal's office of the junior high school of tianwangzhou No. 1 high school.

"Da Da!" the knock on the door sounded.

"Please come in." a low but dignified voice came from inside.

The emperor naturally went in and saw an empty chair. Without saying anything, he sat down directly and hung his legs on the table, just like a problem student.

"Who are you? You are so presumptuous here!" sitting in front of the emperor was a middle-aged man from the Mediterranean. When he saw a boy like a student sitting in front of him without etiquette, he couldn't help being angry.

Monthly reading!

Don't bother to talk nonsense with him. The son of heaven is just a pupil.

A very simple thing, middle-aged men have no God in their eyes and look like dementia.

"Name: Emperor. Age: 12. What's the problem with the arrangement on the first day of junior high school?" through a ray of sunshine, the emperor touched a nail clipper from the table and began to trim his nails.

"Yes..." a dull voice came from the man's mouth.

At last, I glanced at him. The man was so easily controlled by himself that the emperor couldn't help being insipid: "boring."

Then he stood up, threw the nail clippers accurately to the original place, and went out of the headmaster's room.

But perhaps it was because he felt that no one in this position could hurt himself. The Emperor didn't expect to spread his soul power at all, and didn't pay attention to a camera in a more secret dark place in the headmaster's room. The red light seemed strange

Class one, grade three.

"It's him?" the lovely girl in the second row was surprised when she noticed the long silver haired boy standing lazily beside the teacher.

Similarly, the boy also noticed the girl. He was stunned, and then he frowned: no! Something's wrong!! How can the school bar Festival be on the first day of junior high school!! She is one year younger than yingmanji. She should not be in junior high school!!

There's a problem!!

Unable to figure it out, the boy shook his head and thought he had remembered wrong, but when he moved his eyes to a figure in the back of the classroom, his eyebrows locked more tightly - it's yingmanji!

The hair color is brown, the length of the hair to the neck belongs to short hair, and the pupils are red. The not ugly school uniform highlights his melancholy. He faces out of the window and is indifferent to anything else.

He's still easy to recognize.

It seems to be aware that the emperor is looking at himself. Sakura Manji glanced at him and stopped looking at him.

Then he turned his attention to the school bar sacrifice. The emperor put aside his thoughts and reluctantly smiled at her.

The school bar sacrifice was a little shy. He lowered his head and didn't dare to see the son of heaven.

"Classmate Tianzi, please find a vacant seat and sit down. There is a vacant seat behind the little sacrifice. How about there?" the teacher said to the Tianzi with a tone of discussion.

He received the notice from the headmaster to treat the emperor well. Oh, it's not a notice, it's an order! It can be seen that the identity of the emperor will be terrible.

Therefore, when he noticed that the emperor and the school bar sacrifice seemed to know each other, he asked the emperor to sit behind the school bar sacrifice and be a natural person.

"Thank you, sir. Yes," the emperor replied with a smile. Then he went to the empty seat behind the girl and sat down and put down his schoolbag.

"Hello!" as soon as the emperor sat down, the school bar priest turned and called him.

"I don't call Hello, I have a name." stopped her words, and the emperor corrected.

"Well, well, emperor, how did you come here? This semester is almost over. Did you transfer school?" the school bar priest asked curiously. She has never seen the emperor on campus. After all, a handsome boy like the emperor has a rare long silver hair. If she saw it at the first sight, she would be very impressed.

"I... transferred to another school..."

He couldn't help glancing at him, and the school priest glanced discontentedly: "what is it..."

"By the way, let me ask you something." the emperor hurriedly asked, "how old are you?"

"Ah?" the school priest looked puzzled. "What do you ask?"

"Nothing, just ask whether you are older or younger than me." the emperor smiled, unwilling to reveal too much.

"Then you should be older than me." after carefully examining the emperor, the school priest guessed that she is only about one meter five now, and the emperor is already one meter six, which should be older than her. "I'm 12 years old."

Sure enough, he remembered nothing wrong.

With a gentle frown, the emperor lowered his head and meditated.

Did my arrival have an impact on this plane?

"System, what's going on?"

"No information, I don't know..."

Emperor: "

This system is useless at the critical moment. When he is down, he will fall into a well.

"What's the matter?" the school priest said with concern when he saw that the emperor seemed to have something on his mind.

"It's all right, let's go to class." the emperor replied absently.

"Cut, if you don't say it, don't say it."

Because he was a top student in a key high school in his previous life, it was not a problem to master the contents of these junior high schools, so the emperor was not very interested in what the teacher said, so he looked out of the window.

It's like looking through many buildings and seeing the white bone Christmas tree. The corner of the emperor's mouth rises slightly and his eyes narrow into a seam. He thinks: this plane is somewhat different... Interesting... GHQ, the funeral home and the tomb keeper... Don't let me down

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