Chapter Forty-Eight: Yuan Qihui

In the People's Mentor's Mansion, the blonde green-eyed man has been secretly peeping through the mirror.

He watched Zhou Kui and Jin Qi rushing to a water source and dropping the virus again and again. also looked at Bai Hao and Yang Cong, who could often judge the destination of Jin Qi through map analysis, and watched them report the news again and again, and were resolved by their own interrogations of Zhou Kui again and again, and now they are Bai Hao, who has been unbelieved by the wolf many times, and the face that is both frustrated but does not want to admit defeat.

"The person who the teacher is optimistic about is really not bad." The blonde man's face was strange, and there was a strange emotion brewing in his eyes.

The man slowly raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and slowly touched the whiteness in the picture, and suddenly he stopped halfway, as if he was considering whether to click on it, as if as long as he touched it like this, he could make him much easier, and he could suddenly lose an enemy, or the ease and incomparable comfort of a strong competitor.

The blonde man thought for a long time, and his fingers couldn't help but start sinking again.

Suddenly, a cough interrupted his movements.

The blonde man stood up abruptly and said respectfully to the door, "Teacher"

The Professor X, who had been abused by Da Hei, pushed the door in, did not speak, and just looked at his student quietly.

The blonde man lowered his head and didn't dare to move, let alone look at him, and after a long time, Professor X spoke: "Those two brown star creatures, throw them out if they are useless, although they are not Terrans, but this kind of revenge is always stupid, and using them is nothing more than soiling your own hands." Rebirth may necessarily be based on death, but death should never be done just for revenge, which has no meaning. ”

Professor X's tone was meaningful, and the blonde man nodded in agreement.

"Yes"

"Don't use the Dry Sky Mirror too much to kill, and don't use the whispering power to control others too much through it, before you were born, it helped you resist an attack from Fang Qingtian, it seems to be unharmed, but in fact, it has long been overwhelmed, if someone can find its weakness, maybe just a weak attack, it will be completely destroyed, that level of destruction, even I can't repair it, it grows up with you, you should cherish it."

"Teacher, I don't think anyone other than you can find the weakness of the Dry Sky Mirror, at least I don't know where it is." The blonde thought for a moment.

"When conceit turns into arrogance and arrogance becomes arrogance, that is the beginning of failure, remember this, and don't underestimate others. And you seem to have forgotten that a few days ago, there were still people who followed the attack trajectory of the Dry Sky Mirror and threw the corpse back. Did you expect this to happen before it happened? Keep that in mind. ”

"The student understood."

"It's good to understand. Yuan Qihui, you are the only survivor among the 323,852 people who died under Fang Qingtian's finger a hundred years ago. Being able to survive Fang Qingtian's attack actually has nothing to do with the Dry Sky Mirror and you not yet being born, because this in itself belongs to a miracle, a real unknown, and a beginning that belongs to Fang Qingtian's omission, I believe that you will have a brilliant future, don't let me, disappointed. Professor X said earnestly to his students.

"Yes"

The back of Professor X's departure was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the blonde man named Yuan Qihui, and he was a little inexplicably moved, but he still didn't think so about some of his teacher's instructions, he didn't dare to kill Bai Hao, but other people would not be paid attention to by their teachers at all, and using this method to kill, control and command his subordinates was really unaware, and he had been used to it for decades, and he couldn't do without it.

Subsequently, the blonde man Yuan Qihui slowly aimed the picture in the mirror at the place where Dafang was, and began to watch the excitement with relish.

A cloud of fog on the screen is blocking in front of a large number of people, Qi Hui knows very well what this fog is, it is a rich second generation of people with a low IQ, because there was no such fog around this rich second generation at the beginning, so he could see it clearly before, Qi Hui thought that the appearance of this fog may be to prevent himself from killing him at will, but in fact, he has no desire to do anything about this kind of goods, and the other party is not worth his killing at all, the same thing as this fog is that there is a smaller one, maybe a child, This can be seen from this little fog, which often carries an extremely ugly dog on its body.

The blonde man has no interest in the little kid and the stupid rich second generation, and the only thing that catches his attention here is the dead face.

Thinking of the other party's unexpected counterattack last time, Yuan Qihui had a smile on his face, he was very interested in seeing this person's performance.

On the screen, many Davites surrounded the mist, and there were several Davis transcendents standing not far away, looking at their excited looks, obviously arguing.

The Davis transcendents behind him also seemed to begin to shock the other party, and suddenly the fog took out a pistol and fired a shot into the sky.

Because the power of the pistol was too small, the Davis transcendent didn't care about it at all, Yuan Qihui grinned countless times, only to see him stretch out his finger and point it at a Davis transcendent.

The Davis transcendent who was hit by the point burst his brain burst and died on the spot, and the rest of the transcendents were shocked and fled one after another, but the ordinary people did not know the severity of this attack, they only thought that they had been killed by a pistol, and when they saw the dead who fell to the ground, they just retreated.

Yuan Qihui immediately issued an order to a Daverick who had already been controlled by him, and this time more people were instigated, and the angry crowd began to rush forward.

Struggling in the survival line, in order to survive the life that can be desperate, that fragile emotion is very easy to be instigated to explode, and this emotion will explode more and more violently with the large number of people.

Yuan Qihui looked at the scene that was about to get out of control, and knew that he didn't need to incite it anymore, so he casually killed the Davizi who was controlled by him.

Suddenly, Yuan Qihui's eyes widened and he saw an unbelievable scene.

I saw that the big cyan hand appeared in the picture again, blocking in front of the fog, and with a slight wave, it immediately swept out hundreds of Davites who rushed up, hit the wall of people who were still watching behind them, and fell to the ground, many of them vomited blood, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

"Aren't you a teacher? Shouldn't you convince people to reason with them? How can you hit someone? And hit so much at once. Are you worthy of being a teacher? Depend on! Qihui not only muttered to himself, but also scolded.

"!" Yuan Qihui's scolding blurted out again.

He had to point to the mirror again, because the big hand launched the same counterattack as last time, and the bodies of the two dead Davis followed the attack trajectory in the same way, and threw them towards their location.

Yuan Qihui pointed his index finger, and one of the corpses fell on the grass, and then he pointed at the other.

However, this time it was empty, and the flying corpse suddenly accelerated, dodging the attack without warning.

Yuan Qihui was taken aback, and hurriedly ordered it again, this time as he wished, cutting off the possibility of his location being exposed on the spot.

Yuan Qihui, who couldn't help but let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and at this moment suddenly remembered what his teacher said before, and he decided not to use this kind of attack again if it was not necessary.

He knows very well that his attack method is not really traceless, in the face of one mistake and two successes, three consecutive attacks, if he has been able to preliminarily calculate the trajectory of the attack, the next time can be effectively prevented, and his teacher is only afraid that he can already calculate the most effective counterattack method.

Although Yuan Qihui didn't think that generosity could be calculated, there was nothing wrong with being careful.

Maybe next time he will expose his existence, Qin Haoran is very powerful, and he must be careful.

Suddenly, Yuan Qihui smiled again, and he found that the dead face had finally walked out of the courtyard and was facing the crowd.

"That's right, you're a teacher, you should be reasonable, let me see how you solve this, in order to survive, you can do anything, haha, hahahaha."

Yuan Qihui gestured with his hands again and again, completely bringing the picture closer, he didn't want to let go of the face of the dead man, any expression that might appear, it was best to be the kind of shock, shock, anger, grievance, seeking perfection, stealing life, this kind of expression that would gradually and slowly amplify the weak side of himself that may exist at any point.

The weakness of human nature

Yuan Qihui felt that this was the most beautiful work of art, and he never got tired of looking at it.

This is also Yuan Qihui's intention to test generosity three times and twice, carefully observing the possible weaknesses of the other party in the dark, so that it will be much easier to control the other party.

There is no racial restriction in the virtual sensory space, Yuan Qihui knows the amazing value of this kind of thing very well, and only the character of his own teacher will not be moved by this, he asked himself that he will never be able to do this, as long as he has the opportunity, he must not let it go, so Yuan Qihui has always cared about Dafang himself, in his eyes, Dafang will really lay golden eggs.

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