The headmaster kicked Bai Yu into the air with a flying kick, and then rode on top of him and danced his hands. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he tossed and said to the girl: "Little girl, don't be angry, I'll teach him a lesson!" ”

Bai Yu, you troublemaker, you seem to be a great person. The principal thought to himself.

The maiden did not speak, nor did she leave. She looked at the principal and Bai Yu, her eyes recovered, and she was still full of pity.

Pretending to fight for a while, the principal saw two people appear in front of him, it turned out to be Xiao Jing and Xia Dongliang. Xia Dongliang carried Xiao Jing, who was constantly writhing, and Xiao Jing kept saying:

"Brother, we Liangshan heroes can't return to the An'an court!"

"What do you want from the restaurant! You also need to know the restaurant! But who do you teach to squeak and weep in the wall, and stir up the brothers to eat and drink? The restaurant must never have lost your wine money! ”

"Only now the Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, all of them are treacherous and evil, and they deceive Shengcong. It's like my straight jacket, dyed and made soap, how can it be cleaned by washing and killing, and it doesn't help to recruit peace, so I will say goodbye, and tomorrow I will go to find it one by one. ”

It turned out to be Lu Zhishen's classic quotations, it seems that Xiao Jing usually has a lot of research on ancient literature! The headmaster smiled with satisfaction.

The headmaster could see at a glance that this was the end of being scented!

Xia Dongyang carried Xiao Jing on his shoulder, and said to the principal with an embarrassed face: "Uncle Duan, Xiao Jing was fine just now, who knew that he would ...... on the way to find you."

The principal also picked up Bai Yu and said to Xia Dongyang: "No need to explain, I know your situation." We need to get out of here quickly, or one more person will fall into a hallucination, and we will be in danger. ”

Xia Dongyang nodded, he saw the silhouette of a human behind the principal, and asked, "Who is she?" ”

"It's not anyone, just a little girl passing by." The principal just wanted to signal Xia Dongyang not to provoke the girl. Because from that girl, Duan Keqin couldn't judge her combat power level.

To be reasonable, if two capable people meet, due to the energy surge between the heavenly and terrestrial branches, they can detect each other's combat power level. If it can't be detected, the first possibility is that the other party is incapable, and the second possibility is that the opponent's combat power is far greater than his own, and he can already hide the energy fluctuation aura.

There is a third case, that is, because the opponent's ability is too special, such as standing out from the crowd, and having the particularity of keeping it upright after the coin falls.

Judging from the current situation, the principal thinks that it is better to stay away from the girl.

But Xia Dongyang had just rushed over and knew about the situation. Taking advantage of the principal's indulgence in his own world, he bypassed the principal and walked in front of the girl.

"Do you know the way here? Can you take us out? Xia Dongyang asked.

The girl glanced at Bai Yu, who was being carried by the principal, and she turned around and left the way she came.

"This ...... Did she agree? Xia Dongyang was confused.

The headmaster looked at the watch in his hand and said, "Keep up, I hope that when you reach the Imperial City, it will be dawn." ”

Nai Ho Bridge School, Cemetery, early in the morning.

The flowers in front of the tombstone are neatly arranged, which are white chrysanthemums. The noble and delicate charm implies a noble and pure character, and the white chrysanthemum represents respect for the deceased, which is used to express mourning and express mourning.

The petals of this bouquet of white chrysanthemums were stained with dew, and it seemed that it had experienced a night of breeze here.

The old man in the clothing store looked up, and he couldn't see the moon and stars, and the dark night sky seemed to be a solid color, but in the color difference that could not be judged by the naked eye, it must be the clouds that were brewing a storm rolling.

He placed a bouquet of white roses in front of Tang Dou's tombstone, which was close to the white chrysanthemum. Tang Dou's body was sent to the Naihe Bridge School in the early hours of the morning, at night when everyone was asleep.

A hero who died on a mission for the school, an A-class student who fought for the honor of the school in the power war, but her return was so peaceful that it did not bring any turmoil to the comfortable campus.

In today's campus news of the Flying Pigeon Branch, the students of Naihe Bridge School will see a piece of information, that is, the death of Tang Dou, an A-level ability.

But presumably no one else will come to pay respects, Tang Dou only has two friends in the world, one is Su Ya, and she doesn't know where she is now. The other had already come and left this bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Lonely people are lonely, and they are alone in everything they do, even when they die. Tomorrow there will be a lot of people who will know your name, but will soon forget it. No matter how many traces are left on the gears of time, they will eventually be smoothed out as it turns. The old man thought.

I don't know how many people will see me off when I leave.

"Welcome home, child." The old man said.

"You're the pride of the school."

He placed a brand-new diploma in front of the tombstone and pressed it with a white rose. It recorded the information of Tang Dou's life, and recorded the traces she left in school in black and white.

Tang Dou graduated from school and hopes that she can continue on her new journey. Starting from the Nai Ho Bridge School in the world, go to the Nai Ho Bridge in the underworld.

"Huangquan Road goes ten miles, but what can I do on the bridge?" The old man walked away laughing with tears in his eyes. His resolute steps without looking back left a pattern of light and darkness on the stone brick road ahead.

The white roses behind him were burning, and the flames climbed up the diploma.

In a remote corner of the cemetery, there is a thatched hut that has fallen into disrepair. The old man of the clothing store did not leave the cemetery, but came here. A wooden door that should have been hidden was now tightly closed, and the steps outside the door were covered with moss and messy footprints.

The windows were nailed up, with old planks and silver nails.

The old man knocked lightly on the wooden door, for fear that he would trample on the whole thatched hut too hard.

"Kurohara, it's a teacher." The old man said.

The door didn't open for a long time, and the old man simply sat on the steps and looked up into the distance. There are no tall buildings blocking it, and a wide line of sight occupies the sky and the earth. A glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, and slowly, the white of the fish's belly was clearly visible. The sun is rising, and the warm and dazzling sunlight shines on the rows and rows of neat tombstones. They are the same height and no difference between them, no matter how noble or declining the person it represents in life, the tombstone is looking up at the morning sun with the same attitude.

When people die, it's all the same. Only then will there be real fairness, and there will be no distinction between high and low.

"Do you see Momiji?" The old man asked in a gentle tone.

There was no sound behind the door.

"Did you give up?" The old man asked loudly.

"Babble."

A crack opened in the wooden door, and the people inside threw out a black mask.

The wooden door closed again, and the old man of the clothing store sighed, he picked up the black mask and left.

Huang Yan hid behind the door, listening to the footsteps outside the house getting farther and farther away, until it disappeared, and he finally began to weep bitterly. He covered his bloodshot right eyeball, and the explosion took away his entire eyelid, as well as the skin on the right half of his body.

The healed skin in the shape of hard plastic looks hideous, like a molting snake, like a demon crawling out of a pan of oil.

"Tang Bean ......"

He wept as he continued to weep because of the pain caused by the tears that poured out to tear the wound in his right eye.