~： Fourth year story 004, red hair and brown pupils (modified)

"Master Goodsey! Please wait, Master Goodsey!"

Inselton and Felt screamed and rushed from outside the school. Among them, Felt has been more sturdy in recent years. When he saw a handyman dressed up in front of him and dragging a little girl to block his way, he just wanted to give birth to push him. But after he saw the patch on the child’s clothes, his outstretched hand immediately retracted as if it was about to touch the garbage dump, deliberately circled around, and followed Inselton’s rush. Enter the school.

Seeing this scene, the little girl pulled the hand of the handyman and pointed at the big fat man. She didn't seem to understand. But the handyman picked her up and walked under the shade of the tree next to her.

"Slow, slow, slow! What do you want to do to Master Dai Lao?! Master Dai Lao, we will help you too!"

Seeing his two followers, Dai Lao retracted the sword instead, shaking his head with a smile on his mouth. When the ten people around saw this scene, they also stopped. Stand with hands down.

"Master Dai Lao? This is...what's going on?"

Inselton said in surprise.

"Huh, it's nothing." Dai Lao flicked his hair lightly, and the knight sword in his hand drew an arc in the air, "I have reached the advanced level of refining the heart. I want to find a way to break through to the pure spirit level before the selection begins. These friends are here to help me practice."

As soon as the voice fell, cheers came from the surrounding crowd again. This time, not only the women, but even the students who had been practicing martial arts in other corners of the school field were startled after hearing this, and were dumbfounded by his remarks.

Refining the heart superior? Only at the age of fifteen, has reached the advanced level of refining the mind? Moreover, there is still the possibility of breaking through this level and entering the pure spirit level? !

For many warriors, being able to enter the heart refining from the burning technique is a level. And from refining the heart to entering the pure spirit is another level. But this person...this genius! How could he see such a difficult and difficult level for ordinary people so simple? It seems to be able to break through at any time!

genius……

In addition to genius, there are no enough adjectives to describe this young master Dyer Goodsay. He is a true genius, not only an academy, but also the most rare genius in the Bucks Empire!

De Lao enjoyed these words of praise, and he raised his sword to make Felt and Inselton back away. Then, the ten training sandbags began to "fight against the genius" one after another. Among ordinary people's almost dazzling weapons, this genius is so elegant that every step and every sword can force others to drop their weapons and retreat. Only ten swords... With only ten swords, those who besieged him had all put aside their weapons and bowed their heads to concede defeat.

"Ahhhhhh~~~~~! Master Dai Lao! Master Dai Lao————!!!"

The cheers are louder.

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The idiot stood under the shade of the tree, his cold eyes staring at those contests on the martial arts school field without any waves. Bun grabbed his hand and desperately lifted his toes to look on the court. It seems that those cheers have made her interested, and she wants to see what is happening on the school field.

"Hey, you said that our principal who deserves the most'respect' and the most'obedience' ordered you not to take any action. What do you mean?"

Under the shade of the tree, the blood pupil laughed wildly. The laughter full of sarcasm and mockery reverberated in the idiot's mind, and its tone remained as merciless as usual.

The idiot lowered his head, then slowly raised it after a moment. Indifferent eyes answered the sword's question in the field of thinking.

"He didn't allow me to participate in the selection."

"Huh! Interesting. But what about afterwards? Judging from the old man's past actions, it should not be as simple as not allowing you to participate in the selection. Especially now that he has given you a holiday and asked you to do The best rest."

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"...Hey, didn't you just talk well? Keep talking. If you don't chat with me, I won't talk to anyone. Although I prefer to chat with blood rather than chat with you."

"...Actually, he was worried too much."

"Oh?"

"He is worried about me and will be selected for the team of ten. In fact, he doesn't have to worry at all. I am weak and it is impossible to be one of the ten."

"Hehe, yeah. It's funny, isn't it? Well, although I wanted to say it a long time ago, but I haven't said anything because it's funny. But now I want to talk about it, a monster that can kill a level six monster-ice The guy from Emperor Ya, why do he still think he is weak?"

"Level six monster?"

From before to now, this is the first time that an idiot has heard that the monster he faced off last time was a level six monster. For a moment, he couldn't help raising his right hand, squeezing...

release.

The black chain around his arm seemed to be creeping slowly, and this magic sword was waiting and looking forward to it. It is looking forward to an "interesting" answer, because after getting this answer, a "monster" that may be thousands of times more terrifying than Ice Emperor Fang will come from this world...

Born.

The fingers were squeezed tightly again... and then released.

An icy breath exuded from the dark pupils, and his right hand slowly dropped.

"I………………"

The blood pupil was smiling and let out a crazy laugh.

"Never give up the body to you."

Amid the laughter, this red eye suddenly froze! It looked at the idiot incredibly, and the scarlet luster revealed unspeakable confusion.

"The reason why I was able to defeat Bing Difang was because of your power."

The dark pupils stared at the arm silently, staring at the **** luster revealed through the densely packed chains.

"I can see things at night and kill trains because of your first prison. I can kill Ice Emperor Fang because of your second prison. I have to say that your power is indeed very strong. Maybe... you have it. You, I can even have the strength above Dylaw Goodsay, not necessarily."

"but……"

"That is your strength."

"And I who use this power..."

"But you will fall into a state where you lose your reason and lose yourself."

The scarlet pupil snorted and sneered, echoing in the idiot's mind.

The idiot stopped talking, because everything to say has been said. He knew his strength very well, if he hadn't used this sword, he would have died in Li's hands long ago. It might have frozen to death in that ice cave long ago.

He stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the soft hair of Little Bread. As the little girl chuckled and shook his hand from side to side... the frost condensed in her eyes seemed to melt...

Yes, after removing the power of this sword, he was indeed weak. Three years ago, Dai Lao and others were able to move freely after putting on these chains on their bodies for the first time, but they were able to move freely only three years later. Leaving aside others, the gap between myself and this genius is obvious to all.

but……

Even if he is so weak, now his hand can touch this tiny body...

As long as he is within the reach of his hands, he believes he has the ability to do everything...

as long as……

This little girl...

Where his hands can reach...

There was a cold snort in the blood pupil again, not knowing whether it ridiculed or despised the idiot's inference. After confirming that he still couldn't tell this human being to provide his body, he also gave up altogether.

"It's up to you! Anyway, I'm not interested in this kind of friendly match. Anyway, it's rare for the principal to give you such a long vacation now. Why don't you look for any blood-stained missions? Just passed by the mission announcement When I was in the column, I seemed to see that there was a quest to destroy the bandits? That quest was good, I went to pick it up, how about it?"

The idiot once again cast a cold glance at the dim die of his right arm, and said calmly and decisively: "That is... a B-level mission. My strength is only worth D-level."

Knowing how to accurately measure oneself is a good habit of idiots. He will never do things beyond his ability, because for him, life is not a gambling. And he does not have the capital to gamble.

"Ah woo~~~"

In the observation room, the little bread on the side pulled the idiot's sleeve. Lowering her head, she saw the little girl holding up her little face that was a little reddened by the early spring sunshine, looking forward to the idiot. There was foam blowing in her two small lips, and her other hand was pressing her belly.

".................."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

".................."

This girl is hungry.

Yes, it has been four or five hours since I got up at four in the morning and picked up the newspaper. She was hungry and normal.

The idiot nodded lightly, and pulled the bun. At this time, a new round of offensive and defensive battles had already begun in the martial arts school over there. With the genius picking the sword once, the saber in the hand of an attacker was picked up in the air by him and his handsome, this handsome action once again exchanged for the cheers of the women...

"Ah."

croon.

It was just a hum.

But this soft snort stopped the idiot's original footsteps instantly. It made him expressionless, but his expression of ease was replaced by vigilance and seriousness in an instant. The only one belonged to Chongming, who quickly turned around and appeared in an instant, but in the blink of an eye, he stood in front of Little Bread, with his left hand protecting her, and his right hand hiding behind him. In the palm of his hand... he squeezed the dagger form Dim Mi.

be quiet……

The long silence seemed to cut off the noise over there.

A piece of tender green leaves fell silently from the top of the head, and hit the ground, but there was a deafening noise...

On the branch of the tree, a spear made of full-body iron is framed horizontally. The gun is about four meters long, and the half-meter-long flat spear tip can almost be regarded as a short sword. Such a spear almost penetrated the entire tree. If it weren't for the dense foliage now, I'm afraid this gun would become a more eye-catching star than Goodsey on the court.

However, compared to this gun. Another thing makes the idiot more vigilant...

A person.

A boy with red hair, brown eyes and a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth looked very arrogant. A boy about fifteen or sixteen years old was lying on the spear that straddled the big tree. With his legs tilted and his hands as pillows, he even swayed left and right as if he pleased.

嚓——

The flying sword is inserted into the school ground. Dai Lao is still the star on the court, and his every move still concerns the throbbing hearts of countless girls. But here, the idiot stared coldly at the red-haired boy in front of him. It seems that compared to Dai Lao, this person brings him a greater sense of oppression. The danger... is also greater.

he……

Can appear behind oneself without noticing it at all.

he……

If I wanted to kill myself just now, then I would definitely have become a corpse.

He is very strong...

But this ability to converge one's aura to such a low level has established the concept that this person's strength can no longer be simply called "strong". That should be...

terrible.

"Ah."

There was another soft snort, and when the genius on the martial arts field exchanged for a female scream again, the red-haired teenager seemed to be unable to stand it anymore. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Then, he held the spear with one hand, when he was about to come down...

"Ok?"

The one under the big tree turned his back to him, holding a little **** tiptoe to look at the handyman in the martial arts school, but he caught his attention.

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The red-haired boy just stared at the back of the handyman for one minute, two minutes, three minutes... and that figure was still being watched by him, and he did not turn back for a long time. In contrast, this handyman seemed to be standing on tiptoe very hard, showing a posture that he wanted to see clearly in the martial arts school field.

"………………Ah."

The red-haired boy finally looked back. As soon as he fell backward, his whole body fell from the top of the trunk. But when he was approaching the ground, he suddenly turned around and touched his feet easily. And that huge spear was also shaken from the tree branch because of the impact of his just falling, and it happened to fall into his opened right hand.

As soon as the spear turned, the red-haired boy had turned his back to the idiot. He stepped forward and left slowly. However, I wonder if he knows? The boy who also turned his back to him, his eyes...

It has become the harshest ice cold.