Teacher Aquila, I'm in trouble again, and I regret accepting me as a student? I just want to say, don't force it! I've done my best, and I believe it's a little more than a chance to be slaughtered. The result? Wait and see! ”

This uninhibited letter shook the entire soul realm like a nuclear bomb. Originally, the private grudge between the soul masters would be ignored, but what the dark temple did this time unexpectedly touched some reactions. The development of the situation has turned in a slightly favorable direction, which shows that Lotte is very clever in using public opinion and the Internet.

First of all, the first anomalous sign was that the Guild Council had convened a special meeting for this matter. A total of 12 permanent directors attended the meeting, including the four major families and four colleges. No one knew what they had talked about. But Principal Sulla didn't stop some of Atali's actions too much afterwards.

The second was Atari who attended a school board and later attended the "Rakuten Incident Seminar" held by the student council. The student council was still holding this meeting in Hong Kong, and everyone was already preparing to go directly to Vienna to enter the special university class, but because of the incident of Rakuten, they were all furious.

Red Lion also participated in this seminar, and at this time, Red Lion, in the mouth of Ginhime, was already a person whose mind had completely returned to his age, because the injury in Tokyo may have stimulated some device in his soul, and his growth was like a volcano erupting in half, and his mental growth was more like a vengeance, making Red Lion look even more charming now.

At this meeting, he fought for the first to speak: "Anyone who bullies my friend, I will beat him flat." And so he ended his speech, leaving Ginhime speechless.

At this time, Tianying was not at the meeting of the student union, because he had to pick up Lemu at the airport.

When he told Aquila to pick up his mother, he said to Aquila: "You know how to calculate very well, I didn't expect your student to be even better at calculating, this time he calculated correctly, his mother is indeed a burden in our hands." But I don't know if he knows whether his mother is in our hands or not, it doesn't matter, what matters is whether we have the ability to hurt his mother. ”

Aquila didn't respond to his words.

Twenty-four hours later, he and his mother had already appeared in the arrival hall of Hong Kong Airport, and today he was a tall businessman in a light-colored suit, with shoulder-length blond hair, which made people think that he might be an agent in the art circle or even the entertainment industry.

After receiving the Le Mu, Aquila shook hands with Forgetful Self and said, "Is the Dark Temple the same as you imagined?" ”

I was a little stunned and said, "You think I'm going to feel different?" ”

Sky Eagle said lightly: "I don't know how to ask!" I know that the matter of Lotte's mother may not be your idea. ”

Forget me: "What about the public school?" As you expected? ”

"So far, closer to my imagination than I ever imagined," Aquila said. ”

He smiled and said, "Aquila, what I have always liked is your sense of humor!" ”

"They kidnapped his mother to fuel his obsession so that he could harvest crystals faster, didn't they?" ”

His selfless face turned cold and said, "This is also one of the raids, right?" A joke followed by a sudden question, but I can tell you, you guessed it! Because we don't have time. It's the meaning of our principals, they, like me, are all determined to be happy! ”

Aquila said, "One thing I agree with you is that you know! You'll always have that sense of time. But they have the same purpose as you? Or is someone holding you back? ”

Forgetfulness slowly squeezed out the words between his teeth: "Aquila, we don't have time, we may not have too many choices. ”

Aquila turned his back to Oblivion, "I hope you remember the other dogmas of Unit Seven. After speaking, he took Le Mu and walked slowly.

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Xiang Sheng originally thought that drinking a little alcohol would make him forget those things a little, but after the wine entered his stomach, he was more sober, and he could hear the whispers of everyone in the bar clearly, even the grinding in the bathroom.

The powerful music did not give him pleasure, but only made him hate this world even more, and he stepped out of the bar, and the cold wind of late winter and early spring made him more sober.

Why is the teacher hiding it from me? Didn't he often say something old and meaningless today? Even if I am reincarnated as a wolf demon, am I destined to never be human? The faces of Matus and the others floated in their minds. Xiang Sheng saw a mailbox placed on the side of the road, this kind of old mailbox can be seen everywhere on the streets of London, each of which is an antique, if it is placed in other backward countries, even if it is not stolen as an antique, it will be sold as scrap copper and rotten iron.

Something that is ordinary to some people, others can't ask for.

Xiang Sheng resisted the urge to smash the mailbox and threw it into the arms of a street **.

When he left the ** body, got dressed, and walked to the door, a strong emptiness arose in his heart, which made him return to her body. After being entangled like this for a few days, this ** named Shara did not ask him for money again, but took him back to her house and cooked for him.

"Have a glass of milk!" Shala's black-haired son, four-year-old Joseph Jr., takes care of Xiang Sheng's breakfast while Sara is away.

Xiang Sheng resisted the urge to spill the milk on the ground, he knew that he could not vent his emotions to innocent children, in his life, "emotional manager" was definitely one of his portrayals and labels, he had never indulged himself.

He drank the milk, got up and tidied himself up as before, and then sent little Joseph to school, and then went to the bank and took out thirty thousand pounds and put it at the head of Sara's bed, and while the milk was still tumbling in his stomach, he was at the airport, and then he was the fastest way to a small island at the southern tip of New Zealand.

On that rented fishing boat, he cried.

He threw all his communications equipment and anything that could potentially track his whereabouts into the sea. The ship traveled like this for about ten days, and sent him to the southernmost land of the earth.

To be continued......