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Stepping into the threshold, Sikong saw the chatter and the shuttle head and others holding a porcelain bowl, squatting in the corner of the wall and in front of the door, gobbling up without any image.

"Back, back, I'll leave you a bowl of porridge......"

As soon as his eyes were raised, his mouth did not loosen for a moment, and a few delicacies were still hanging on the corners of his mouth, white and dazzling.

Looking at the time, it was already past nine o'clock, Sikong sighed and thanked: "No need, I'm in a hurry, and I have to go to the second world." ”

"Oh......"

I didn't ask much, and I saw that Sikong was about to walk into the house, but suddenly asked: "By the way, tomorrow morning, we are going to enjoy the flowers, the small moon cherry blossom festival, do you want to go?" ”

"Forget it, there's still something to do."

"Oh......" The chatter shook his head in a long voice, and continued to fight to the death with the thick porridge in the bowl.

Walking into the lobby, Sikong saw Scar sitting in the main seat, silent and solemn, his hands clasped together, as if he was in deep thought.

A bowl of rice porridge, untouched, cold on the side.

Hearing the movement, Scar's neck was raised, and when he saw Sikong, his eyes froze.

Sikong slowly stopped, his gaze calm, but he looked straight at Scar.

The atmosphere seems to be frozen here.

The sound of falling leaves of the sycamores, the sound of rolling clouds, and the voices of people could not enter the house, and the sunlight poured in from the front of the door was a little more sluggish, and silently slapped on the eaves and windows.

A few heads came from outside the door, carefully looking at the lobby, and the shuttle still had a big mouthful of hot porridge in his mouth, but he didn't dare to chew it.

And Twilight sat far away under the plane tree, with a mechanical indifference on his face, as if he understood something.

In fact, since their knife brother came back last night, he didn't say a word, and his eyes sometimes showed confusion, sometimes he swept the killing machine, and he sat on the main seat and waited until dawn

They instinctively knew what was going on, but they didn't dare to ask.

"What, you want to do it?"

Suddenly, Sikong broke the silence, and there was a little more treacherous in his words.

A few people outside the house pointed their ears at each other.

Scar looked straight at Sikong and said word by word: "He is my father, and I led me into Xingkou." ”

"But he's just my enemy." Sikong chuckled, his eyes mocking.

He is your Father, so you have softened.

But he is nothing but my enemy, and I have no reason not to kill him!

"You!"

Scar was furious, slapped the case, and threw down the rice porridge, and the porcelain pieces were piercingly shattered to the ground.

Some rice porridge was even splashed at Sikong's feet, mixed in the mud between his shoes.

Seeing this, the ridicule in his eyes was even worse, he was clearly half a head shorter than Scar, and at this moment he seemed to be looking down at Scar: "You should thank me for doing what you want to do, but you dare not do." Father-killer, what a wonderful pleasure......"

"Bastard!"

The scarred tiger's eyes were furious, attacking the evil wind, and his hands rushed towards Sikong like crab claws, revealing a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

Several people outside the house were raised, and the twilight core under the plane tree frowned, ready to go.

Looking at the scar that was getting closer and closer, Sikong's eyes were still the same, and he looked at the scar without fear.

The situation is on the verge of erupting.

Suddenly, like a punctured balloon, Scar's momentum instantly declined, his hands hung weakly, and he staggered past the sky.

Head outside.

Sikong secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he also sweated in his hands.

Even he knows that cutting grass needs to be eradicated, and the scar of the old rivers and lakes naturally will not be unaware.

It's just that, due to the fetters of emotion, Scar fell into the battle between heaven and man, wandering between reason and sensibility.

Sikong, at this time, played the role of a demon, that is, killed someone, and hooked out the darkness in Scar's heart.

As for it, will it leave a permanent scar in Scar's heart, and even give birth to demons?

Even if you can, what do you do!

He was able to make a move, it was already for the sake of mutual affection, if Scar didn't care, why should he care!

He's a guy by nature!

Walking into the courtyard, looking at Twilight Core sitting under the plane tree, Scar suddenly spoke: "Twilight Core, follow me, go...... Fourth Gathering Star. ”

Twilight's face was cold, and she nodded silently, leaving with Scar.

The rest of the people looked at each other.

With his hands behind his back and a smile on his lips, Sikong walked back into the house and put away a handful of mechanical parts.

"Destroying corpses or planting blame? Good you scar......"

…………

Second World, Cultivation Area, Su Ming Meditation Room.

The nine students were sweating like rain, and under Su Ming's stern gaze, they were doing high-intensity physical training.

The one-dimensional beginner weight is 333 catties, the intermediate level is 666 catties, and the high-level weight is 1,332 catties, all of which are half of the limit of their own cultivation strength.

And the candle dragon at the peak of that dimension has a weight of as high as 1,332, kilograms!

No one is relaxed, they are all squeezing all their potential, and they are gritting their teeth and persevering.

"Thousands of feet of tall buildings rise from the ground, one-dimensional micro-strings, which is almost the most important one-dimensional of the superstring furnace cultivation system!"

Su Ming's eyes were like an eagle, staring coldly at each student, once someone slacked off, he immediately mentally affected the reality, making his heart burned.

"Only when you are one-dimensional, can you do your best to repair and strengthen the gene chain, and can you lay a solid foundation!"

"Hardship, hardship! Sweat, sweat! ”

Su Ming yelled, cruel to the extreme, and kicked a lazy student over.

"I'm not convinced!"

Suddenly, the student who was kicked over looked angry, wiped his sweat, and shouted: "Why are we working so hard, and there is a guy who hasn't come now!" ”

When others heard the words, their actions remained the same, but they thought a little more in their hearts.

"Oh? Angry, unwilling, unbalanced? ”

Su Ming suddenly smiled, and then like an eagle catching a rabbit, he lifted this person, threw it into the combat enduror, and roared angrily: "Lu Yifei, right?" Four minutes of extreme combat time? Today, if you don't break through to five minutes, you won't have to go back alive! ”

The others were silent, and their eyes were wet with sweat, but they didn't dare to wipe them.

Su Ming looked around and said coldly: "Cultivation is your own, not for your parents and friends!" ”

"The person who is late will naturally have a more cruel and painful cultivation method waiting for him, is there anyone who is not convinced?!"

"Nope!"

Everyone shouted, but only a thin, weak, not tall, ordinarily dressed young man continued to practice without saying a word.

"Teacher, he didn't answer!"

Suddenly, a person found out and pointed at Bitan and complained loudly.

Su Ming's eyes froze, but he didn't look at Bitan, but at the person who complained.

"Betraying a friend, stabbing you on both sides, on the battlefield, I have a reason to behead you first!"

Su Ming shouted and stared at this person fiercely: "Add five hundred sets of push-ups!" ”

"You!"

Su Ming turned to Bitan and said sharply: "People are sophisticated, and they hang their emotions on their faces!" You're not a kid! In a few years, you'll be drafted into the army and go to war! ”

"Punish 300 dumbbells!"

The person who complained looked at Su Ming turned around, his eyes were extremely cold, and he walked behind Bitan, who was holding dumbbells with a reluctant face.

The dumbbells were held high on the top, and Bitan's legs were swinging, swaying.

Suddenly, a thrust came from behind, Bitan's body was unstable, and the dumbbell in his hand smashed straight down!

'Click! ’

With a crisp bone crack, the bridge of Bitan's nose was smashed alive, and blood flowed all over his face, but the person who complained walked away quietly.

Behind him, Sikong didn't know when he came, and he saw this scene clearly.

In my heart, an evil fire rises!