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With the dull "clang" sound of the helmet and the "cooing" sound of the broken "watermelon" in the helmet, the originally one-foot-thick hedgehog-shaped iron helmet was instantly flattened at this moment, and finally only less than an inch thick remained.

Think about it, a one-foot-tall brain melon is less than an inch thick......

Gee!

Blood and *** filled the entire iron box, and this red-and-white "oil painting" swayed by Song Ming drew a strong end to Zhong Zhide's 50-year-long career and life memories called "The Little Prince with Thorns".

And the elongated nails on Zhong Zhide's iron armor stopped the moment they pierced Songming's flesh.

Songming is not a murderer.

He cherishes every living thing in the world, and is even more afraid of the never-ending troubles caused by killing people themselves, especially since this person is also a teacher who teaches and educates.

But all he can do now is to mourn, because with his current strength, he can't open up a situation where he can survive at the same time when he fights against a level 38 master, so he doesn't miss, but-

Killed Zhong Zhide with a heavy hand.

This killing, according to theory, cannot be regarded as killing.

Because Song Ming only flattened Zhong Zhide's brain, and destroyed his memory by the way, but his spiritual root is still intact, and the spiritual root contains all the genes of a person, as long as his spiritual root is re-cultivated through modern medicine, Zhong Zhide can be easily resurrected!

But it starts with the baby.

Having lost the memory of his "past life", the new version of Zhong Zhide can at most browse the personality records of his "past life" in the Federal Population Archives Bureau, looking for the glory and humiliation that only belong to the past.

So in fact, this unique consciousness that belongs to Zhong Zhide has disappeared into the universe forever...... In other words, Zhong Zhide I has already hung up!

Some people die lighter than a feather, and some people die heavier than Mount Tai.

For Song Ming, Zhong Zhide belongs to the latter, don't believe you-

[Ding - System Prompt: Obtain Zhong Zhide's personal spiritual equipment and a number of elixirs, with an estimated value of 30 million spiritual yuan!]

[Ding - System prompt: Get 5 million spirit yuan in cash, crack the spirit line account, and get the balance of 50 million spirit yuan!]

"The teacher is really a fat guy!"

......

This scene shook everyone at the scene.

All people, from students to principals, from reporters to officials, from Martians to overseas people from outside the solar system, it is a pity that the light and audio signal of the live broadcast of the whole galaxy was cut off before the bloody scene, and the world could not appreciate Songming's English ability in the first place.

Although in modern Xingchen Chinese, English has long degenerated into a naming term or scientific marker, and there is no essential difference between it and Arabic numerals, but legend has it that at the beginning of history, English was -

Hero's words.

At this moment, Song Ming knelt on one knee, his body was scarred, drenched in blood, his qi was about to be weak, his strength was about to be exhausted, and his blood was about to dry up......

Although he can quickly recover from his injuries by taking drugs or invoking Bai Jie's spiritual power, in order not to show his physical recovery speed in front of others, he still decided to maintain the "actor mode".

As the so-called -

No matter how hard and tired you are, you can't fall down!

Thinking about it like this, he took out a bloodstained grass root from his arms tremblingly, barely held it in his mouth, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said a sentence to Zhong Zhide's brainless body under the iron armor that his high school homeroom teacher always scolded him for his English:

“what＇s-wrong-with-you！”

After finishing speaking, he smiled and calmly faced the next punishment.

Hearing a gust of wind howling, Qi Yu fell from the sky, kicked Song Ming to the ground, and stepped on his neck with his toes, until he was about to suffocate, Qi Yu raised his hand and followed a gust of palm wind, slapped heavily on his spiritual root, and said coldly:

"You're arrested. ”

Even at the moment when he was about to face punishment, Song Ming still did not forget to habitually pretend:

"The last person who slapped my spiritual root has now swollen into a pig's head. ”

Jia Renwu, who was not far away, was startled, his brain froze instantly, and the anger in his eyes burned instantly, almost burning through his pupils:

"Come, come, yes, you!"

After a while, staring at Zhong Zhide's headless body, combined with the tragic experience last night, Jia Renwu felt terrified of Song Ming in his heart, so he had to shake his head helplessly and sighed softly:

"Okay, let the Discipline Hall cure you!"

......

Next.

The word Songming, which replaced the championship of the nine grades, including the Zhong Shi brothers, once again resounded in the solar system.

The miracle of Songming beating Zhong Ruifeng, Zhong Beiming and Zhong Zhide quickly occupied the headlines of major newspapers, like three solid bells, resounding in the ancient temples in the mountains that had been silent for a hundred years.

Television took turns to broadcast the candid video of the time, and the unabridged footage that leaked out afterwards; the major media continued to study Song Ming's monster physique, analyze the causes and consequences of the incident, and the impact on the school; and even some bookmakers offered odds on Yue Mingsong's various punishments.

Among them, the odds of the brain death penalty are 10 to 1 (very likely to happen); the odds of forced withdrawal are 1 to 10 (almost impossible); there is actually a company that has opened its brains and opened the odds that Song Ming will become the next direct disciple: 1 to 10000, yes, 1 to 10000 means -

If you vote for a spirit yuan, you are equal to you throw a spirit yuan.

All right.

The trial was conducted as follows.

Song Ming was escorted into the principal's main office.

Looking at it, the scene was solemn like a funeral, and his heart couldn't help but become nervous.

From the principal to the director, to the ten bishops, and even the three direct disciples were all present.

The first seat of the main chamber is empty.

Principal Lan Ting was dressed in a purple robe, his beard was black, his face was serious, and he stood in front of the empty seat, he was the presiding person of today's trial, and at this moment, he asked in a majestic voice to Song Ming, who was detained:

"Songming, are you guilty?"

The matter has come to this point, and Song Ming does not defend:

"The student is guilty. ”

Lan Ting frowned slightly, and asked in a leisurely voice:

"What is the sin?"

Song Ming thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he only replied in a daze:

"Did you speak English at school? The student swears that this is the only sentence. ”

There should have been laughter in the main hall, but no one dared to laugh.

Everyone is putting up with it.

Qi An slapped his palm on the chair, and his slightly white sideburns were windless and automatic:

"There is no respect for the elders. ”

Lan Ting was much kinder and began to educate Songming:

"Because you did it to the teacher! Although you were forced to fight back, but the elders beat the juniors, that is to educate you, and the teachers have their own ways of educating people, will they really beat you to death and maim you?"

Hearing this familiar set of words, Song Ming seemed to have returned to his previous life, and he only smiled helplessly:

"What do you mean is that scum can't grow up, can't become elders, and can't get a teacher's certificate...... Student, I grew up in Tianchao, what kind of base birdman haven't seen it?"

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