Zhang Jiao didn't care about Hong Tianbao's cliché on the surface, but in fact, he listened to it to some extent, put away his mobile phone casually, and walked towards the food street in the university town.

I plan to find a restaurant to fill my stomach first, and then go to the library of the National University of Arts to find a few books on the hosting profession and study it.

On the way, we passed the Fountain Square, where the lights were on, the students gathered, the atmosphere was noisy, and the campus concert was being held.

He smelled the tempting aroma emanating from many food stalls on the periphery, so he couldn't help but change his route and lean over, while eating and drinking, he shook his head and twisted his body comfortably to the music, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Grilled fish skewers, crushed fruit ice cream, croquettes... Drilling around in the joyful crowd, and not knowing how many things he stuffed into his stomach, Zhang Jiao finally had a full stomach, and breathed a long sigh of relief, just about to end this rare leisure time.

Suddenly, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a neat casual suit, dignified appearance, majestic and high-spirited, with a pair of gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, which did not match the atmosphere of the college student music festival at all, walking towards him.

The man behind him asked Zhang Jiao in a strange tone, "Young man, you have been jumping for more than an hour, aren't your muscles and bones sore?"

When he met such an inexplicable character during the extraordinary period, Zhang Jiao instinctively felt that something was not right, and he corrected his heart, and followed the man's words and said with a dry smile: "When you say this, I really feel a little too much exercise, and my body is sour."

Sir is a teacher in a college town, right?

Wearing such a board is participating in the music festival of the students, and it is very individual. ”

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to Zhang Jiao's temptation at all, focused only on his answer to his question, frowned and shook his head, and said, "No, you shouldn't feel a heavy burden on your body now because of excessive exercise."

It should be that because the internal injury has not healed, there is no way to exercise vigorously. ”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Jiao quietly took a step back when he heard this, using the power of qi and blood in his body, and said dryly.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said slowly: "Young man, you have fallen for someone else's plot, and now you are in a state of extreme mental instability.

It's nothing to fight with the power of qi and blood.

But once the power of the divine soul is used, whether it is a fantasy seed or a waidan, it may immediately fall into a state of loss of control.

Last night, I didn't bother with you because of your special identity and special contribution to Xiangyuangang.

But if you do it again today, don't blame me for not being merciful, and break your hands and feet first.

Anyway, as long as you are left with one life, no matter how domineering the Black Day Great Sacrifice Wine is, it will not be because of the injury of your nephew and the pursuit of a level 15 legend all over the world. ”

The level 15 transcendent was only one step away from stepping into the myth, and although this step was a distance from the end of the world, it was enough to frighten Zhang Jiao's whole body, and he didn't dare to make the slightest move.

"The son is teachable, and he knows the times very well. Seeing his puppet-like performance, the middle-aged man's eyes showed a hint of appreciation, and he smiled: "I have met some transcendents of your age before.

There are only 3 or 4 levels of strength, and they are all self-righteous geniuses, and they are lucky.

Being ordered by me and not knowing how to advance or retreat is really unappetizing. ”

"Your Excellency has won the prize. Zhang Jiao said dryly: "I am also an extraordinary person, so I will naturally respect power."

You are Xiangyuan's national adviser, right, just said that I was plotted by someone else, and my mind is out of control, right?"

"I wasn't obligated to tell you about these things," the middle-aged man rolled his eyelids and said, "I have to waste a lot of saliva."

But I see there's something I'm interested in about you, so let's make a deal.

Let me remind you, how about you let me weigh and weigh?"

"Can I not make this deal?" Zhang Jiao asked with a dry smile.

"Interesting, interesting, you are so interesting," the middle-aged man laughed when he heard this, "but no, since I am tempted, you have to do this transaction, and you have to do it if you don't do it." ”

"I knew it was so. Zhang Jiao muttered quietly when he heard this, and sighed in resignation, "Then please mention my current situation." ”

"You went to Sansen yesterday and met a fog ape and a ghost," the middle-aged man said succinctly: "Lead him to trespass on the blockade line arranged by the Xiangyuan military police."

As a result, he was killed by his own biological father, Kiri Sarue Arimori.

After that, the fog ape Youmori secretly cursed you with the help of some kind of spiritism.

As a result, you suddenly fell into a state of loss of control because of mood swings in the food court in the university town last night, and almost made a big mistake. ”

"What a vicious Rimaru man," Zhang Jiao heard the words and recalled his abnormal reaction when he sang a short poem after the fog ape Yousen killed his son, and immediately believed the middle-aged man's words, and gritted his teeth and said: "The legendary powerhouse actually plotted against me, a level 7 transcendent..."

But the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and pointed on his forehead, "Have you forgotten your current situation, calm down and don't be angry." ”

Feeling a line of fire rushing into his head from the center of his eyebrows, Zhang Jiao's body was shocked, and he took a deep breath to calm his mind.

"I didn't expect your willpower to be very good. Seeing that after he introspected himself, he relied on his own mind to suppress the power of the curse, and the middle-aged man said in surprise: "But don't be careless in the future, you need to be vigilant at all times." ”

"My lord, can't this curse be removed?" Zhang Jiao asked with a wry smile.

"There are thousands of spells in the world," the middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "If you don't know the type, you will be killing yourself if you act rashly."

What's more, the spell that people cast only when they killed their son with their own hands could not be broken so easily.

The safest way to do this is to stay up and turn the curse into a whetstone to hone the power of your own spirit.

As long as the strength continues to increase, it will slowly continue to solve itself.

By the way, during this period, remember not to use the power of the divine soul. ”

"Taught. Zhang Jiao nodded with a sad face when he heard this.

"I mentioned you, so it's time for you to keep your word. The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Jiao's wrist as if slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Use your greatest strength to struggle." ”

Zhang Jiao felt that his hands seemed to be caught by red-hot iron tongs, and the heat penetrated through the skin and bones into his body, and the burned blood seemed to be boiling, and he couldn't help roaring, trying his best to break free from the clutches of the middle-aged man.

But unfortunately, the more I struggled, the more painful it became, the heat continued to spread from the wrist, and finally spread all over the body, and the hot horned nose seemed to smell the burnt smell of the body.

The forcibly calm mind could no longer be maintained, and the spell attacked, unconsciously blessed the power of fantasy in his body, and turned into a giant ape beast and bit the neck of the middle-aged man.