The night is like a tide, and the sky is full of stars.

White flags fluttered, and the jumble of branches twined around the broken walls and ruins climbed unscrupulously, breeding blood worms everywhere that fed the blood qi.

"I've always had a question to ask the teacher, you said, if this connected path does exist, and it itself will screen the lives of the passerby, if you change the path itself, will you be able to pass through this road? It's like the wall of sighs in the atrium, you and the twelve chairmen can get by, but the others can't, the wall of sighs is a harsh selection of blood, so if I exchange my blood with the blood of any of the thirteen of you, can I deceive the eyes of the wall of sighs and enter the atrium?"

The white hand caressed the bare body on the slate, like a sharp scalpel, moving back and forth over the patient's body. Of course, the premise is that the patient has been injected with anesthesia, otherwise the stone slab under the body should be cold to the bone.

"You killed Rogers?" the old man stood in the doorway, his face expressionless, but the robes behind him were already soaked.

"Teacher, shouldn't you answer my question first?"

"I can't tell you much more than the atrium!

"Then if this is true, this kid is even more tempting!"

The snake-like tongue licked through the child's smooth lower abdomen, a fear far clearer than a scalpel.

"Hand him over to me, and I can ask the councillors to spare you! Listen to the teacher! Don't be obsessed anymore. ”

"Obsessed?!"

The hand caressing the child's body slammed on the table.

The old man's eyebrows trembled with fright.

"How can you say that you are obsessed? I am an inquiry into science! Teacher, haven't you always taught us that we should understand the questioning of science at all times? Teacher, don't you want to know the answer? Don't the directors want to know? You want to know but don't dare to do it, I just dare to try more than a few of you rotten people. The answer is right in front of me, why wouldn't I do it?"

The hand that was caressing the child suddenly straightened, like a winding arrow, ready to go.

"I'll warn you one last time! Give him back! or I'll make you regret it!"

The old man became even more frightened, and fear breeds anger, and anger dispels reason. The hostages that frightened him enough forced him to threaten angrily.

"Regret, teacher, you never caught me!hahahaha!"

"Poof!"

The blood stained the red and white hands, the blood spurted out of the spurt splashed on the face, and the snake-like tongue tried to lick the blood on the face, and then lowered his head and took a deep breath.

Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, revealing an expression of enjoyment with his eyes closed, and he grinned, his blood-stained teeth like a bloodied stomach after it had been opened.

I could clearly feel the difference between his blood and mine. His blood is so intense, so strong, my blood is being forced out of my body little by little by them, and they are roaring and taking over my veins!"

White flags fluttered, and the jumble of branches twined around the broken walls and ruins climbed unscrupulously, breeding blood worms everywhere that fed the blood qi.

The old man opened his eyelids, which had drooped due to old age, and the golden pupils that had not been lit for a long time were like two lanterns suddenly lit in the darkness, which were extremely bright and scorching.

"Yisheng!"

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There are thousands of reasons for the existence of everything in the world, but an alarm clock is really not something that should exist, let alone singing someone's favorite love song with that noisy voice. It's like Shinzo Abe putting on a Hanfu and kneeling in front of the sky and shouting "I love China!" affectionately - it makes people sick to their stomachs when they hear it.

But today An Yisheng believes that Abe really loves my Celestial Empire, and this noisy love song also sounds very beautiful.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared blankly at the wall, the sheets on the bed under him were soaked, and the coldness of the slate was still fresh in his memory.

The alarm clock sang and babbled vigorously, filling the room. After a long time, he lifted his pajamas and stroked his waist, and there was a hand-wide scar on his smooth lower abdomen.

"I said dude, can you turn off your goddamn alarm clock! You're going to annoy me early in the morning!"

An Yisheng came back to his senses, he kicked the bed above, "What time are you still sleeping?

"If you're late, you're late! Anyway, they're all the first and last to the second, I'm afraid of smashing it!"

An Yisheng didn't speak, he got out of bed and picked up the alarm clock that was still singing, jumped on the top bunk, and then pressed the alarm clock the quilt, laughing and shouting, "Chinese learning is the sixth down, let you sleep! Let you sleep!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

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"Trust me! When you come back tomorrow, your dear alarm clock will be gone!" Ryujiu muttered as he gnawed on the bread in his hand and glared at An Yisheng through gritted teeth.

"Tomorrow is Yunsu's birthday, what gifts should I bring her?bags?shoes?No, no, the last thing she lacks is these, so what to bring?" An Yisheng crossed his chest, frowned together, and looked at the desktop with his eyes.

"An Yisheng, you're enough! Have you listened to me?" Ryujiu roared, and the unchewed bread crumbs sprayed An Yisheng's face.

"Woc! you spray me in the face!

"I don't want to talk about it after eating. You said you, Yunsu is long all day long, Yunsu is short, you can't be like a ........." Liujiu looked at An Yisheng, the movements in his mouth stopped, and he forgot to chew for a while.

"Like what?"

An Yisheng raised his head and asked curiously.

Ryujiu swallowed the bread in his mouth and leaked a flattering smile, "Of course you serve our Miss Tang like a little brother!"

"Don ...... Miss?" An Yisheng suddenly understood something, the hairs behind him stood up with a bang, and he looked at Ryujiu, knowing that he was reminding himself.

He carefully withdrew his foot stretched out in the corridor, and he felt that if it was Liujiu's leg, Tang Xiaoman would step on it directly.

The girl sat down on the left next to An Yisheng, combed the broken hair next to her ear, took out the book in the desk, she lowered her head, and her long hair was scattered from the side, just covering the right side of her face.

An Yisheng and Liujiu looked at each other awkwardly and were speechless, they felt that this could also offend Miss Tang and they were also drunk. They sat up straight, patted each other's hands for comfort, and immediately pushed each other away in disgust, their faces full of disdain.

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"The results of the last level 1 exam have come down, so I'll read the results this time!" Professor Bradron, standing on the podium, still had the same expressionless iceberg face.

An Yisheng didn't understand why the gap between the same teachers was so big, or the little star teacher over there.

"First place, Lucifer, advanced ability, ability to manipulate A-level. Second place, Tang Xiaoman, advanced ability, ability to manipulate A-level ............"

An Yisheng looked at Ryujiu at the front table, he was happily playing with his mobile phone, and he shook his head helplessly. Looking at the whole school, they are the most heartless.

“…… Thirty-seven, An Yisheng, intermediate ability, ability to manipulate B. Thirty-eight, Ruhisa Shiraki, advanced ability, ability to manipulate D. Thirty percent of the score of the Level 1 exam will be counted towards your final Level 2 assessment, and the Level 2 assessment will directly affect your ...... next semester."

After listening to the results, most people no longer listen to the teacher's muttering, and they are tired of hearing those cookie-cutter words.

Tang Xiaoman tied her long hair back to her head, she casually glanced to the right, looked imperceptibly at An Yisheng who was catching up on sleep, and then looked at her desktop, where there was a homework book lying on it, on which the word "Yunsu" was written in a juanli font.

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"Did you notice that Tang Xiaoman was weird today?" Ryujiu muttered as he played with his phone.

"Yes? I don't know. An Yisheng was washing his hair, and the foam was all over the floor.

"Why don't you just go to a birthday party, as for it? I just washed my hair in the morning, and I'm still washing it, do you want me to blow your hair! Damn! This ADC is a fool!

"Cut!" An Yisheng ignored him and concentrated on washing his hair.

"I've washed the bath towel, you remember to go to the balcony tomorrow to find it, I put the hair dryer on the table, if you're not blind, you should be able to see." And don't forget to dry the quilt for me tomorrow!" An Yisheng stroked his hairstyle to make himself look as handsome as possible.

"Got it! Get out!"

"By the way, the water on the washing floor hasn't been cleaned yet, so you'll get it in a while. An Yisheng put on his only suit, straightened his bow tie, and looked at Liujiu, "It's okay!"

Ryu Jiu didn't even look at him, "Zoom in! I damn! I don't dare to go on this, it's really TM cowardly!"

An Yisheng shrugged awkwardly and pushed the door open. "Don't forget the water on the ground!"

"Alas! I lost again!" Ryuhisa dropped his phone unloaded, "Garbage games, ruin my life!"

He looked at An Yisheng, who had just opened the door, "What did you say just now?"

An Yisheng smiled back and quickly closed the door.

"No, every time you don't know how to clean up, I really believe in your evil!" Ryuku rushed to the door in three steps and two steps, opened the door, and there was nothing.

"It's pretty fast!"

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