In fact, the moment she was blasted out of the building, Margaret thought she was dead.

The force of her fist nearly shattered her internal organs. What it was like to fall from the fifth floor, perhaps only the balding man who had done freefall would know. The old man's punch not only shattered her internal organs, but also shattered the strength of her whole body. She couldn't exert any strength, and let the sound of the wind whirring in her ears as she watched her get closer and closer to the ground.

It takes a lot of courage to face death head-on. She, Margaret, didn't have that kind of courage, so she had to choose to close her eyes. Not being afraid of death does not mean that you can face it head-on.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself leaning into someone else's arms. A warm stream of heat came from the palm of her hand clinging to her back, moistening her wounded heart.

"Am I not dead yet?" Margarita asked, tilting her head stupidly.

"No, at least I think so. Daria smiled at Margaret who woke up, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. "If it's a second late, I can't guarantee you're still alive. Maybe at that time, you can only have afternoon tea with the Grim Reaper. ”

"Am I really alive?"

"It's true!"

Hearing such an idiotic conversation, Sarent, who was standing on the periphery of Edda's song, staggered at his feet. With your grandfather here, can you die? Hmph! But after thinking about it, he felt that he was not qualified to talk about others. After all, it was he who controlled Margaret's body and took the initiative to meet it......

No one knows what will happen in the future, but it may be of great use to make that kid feel that he owes you his life. As soon as he thought of this, he felt that his granddaughter had not lost anything by this punch. The evil old hand stretched out his hand scratched vigorously under his crotch, and after muttering a few words, the ice blue brilliance of his whole body flickered and disappeared directly in place.

"Thank you for saving your life, my noble majesty!" Margaret was barely able to stand up after receiving Daria's treatment. Having been taught good aristocratic etiquette, she bowed to Daria Yingying and sincerely thanked the noble person in front of her.

"There's no need to practice such a big courtesy, and shouldn't I, as a human teacher, be saving my own students? And now in the Edda's Song Academy, you don't need to call me Your Majesty, just call me Teacher Daria. ”

Margaret was about to say something, but Daria interrupted her with a wave of her hand.

"Without saying those words of thanks, I have more important things to do now, which is that I have to move the rest of the classes in this building to a safe place. Daria looked at the classroom on the fifth floor and said calmly. Immediately after that, the milky white texture of her whole body spread, and the warmth and incomparably tranquil texture enveloped the entire teaching building like the sea. With a snap of her fingers, the entire school building was teleported to another location. Of course, the whole of them does not include that special class.

"Why transfer them?"

"Now there is a stupid guy in our class who is preparing to fight hard, and I am worried that I will accidentally injure the students in other classes, so I will move them to a safe place in advance. ”

A look of doubt flashed in Margaret's eyes, desperately, with whom? Mo Chen's cowardice? She didn't believe that Mo Chen could take a desperate stance, shook her head and threw someone out of her head.

"Don't you believe me? You'll know right away that I'm right. Daria took Margaret behind her and immediately appeared in the classroom.

As soon as she appeared, she encountered the fierce white light produced by the explosion of black steel, and even though she was under the protection of Daria's quality, she still felt her eyes stinging fiercely, and this strong light made her close her eyes temporarily.

Margaret then hears Daria yelling at someone, but her attention is in the classroom after the explosion. Every wall was filled with craters as if they had been steam guns. The tables and chairs inside were twisted and pushed around the walls by the explosion, and their surfaces were all mottled holes. While she was still sighing, all the objects in the classroom immediately floated and spun at high speed, and then flew away in a certain direction. At the same time, she felt a strong pull behind Daria, which was not enough to make her unsteady, but it needed to be resisted.

Daria called out Mochen's name, and he told him to give up the spell. Margaret couldn't believe that he was the one who was responsible for such a big commotion in the classroom.

When she heard that the wilted boy was fighting with the old man to avenge her, Margaret was secretly happy in her heart. It's not in vain that I came to save you, although I don't quite understand why I ran to you.

Looking at Mo Chen, who could no longer distinguish his face, Margaret was very ...... Instead of being sad, she felt very pity. The hardware facilities were not perfect, but now it is better to become a person with incomplete hardware facilities. How will the poor boy live his life in the future?

Mo Chen fainted directly after scolding her. If he knew what this woman was thinking, he would have gotten up and kicked this woman out of the window again!

Daria told the people present that the matter was over, and the hearts of the students who had not yet fainted immediately relaxed. And then...... Some of them covered their eyes and rolled on the ground and shouted, "Ouch, I'm blind." Oh my eyes! Ram, you must call the shots! We are all innocent!"

Looking at this group of students rolling on the ground and crying bitterly, Daria couldn't help but wonder. Before she could speak, the group of students who couldn't see their eyes burst into a loud shout: "A bunch of waste! Your eyes are just temporarily blind, what is the name of the ghost! If Lao Tzu hears someone crying wolf, he will definitely be thrown off the fifth floor!"

They can't see with their eyes, but their ears still hear normally. The hoarse and old voice was like a pig being stabbed, high-pitched and not loud and piercing, so shocked that the students who were still howling half of them were collectively dumbfounded. Why didn't he get on the Hell Train? Didn't he buy all the tickets for the scrap just now? And even if you weren't dead, you would have to scream so hysterically? Do you still have a sense of public morality, can you be considerate of the feelings of the injured, we are all blind. I can't see it for a while, and I will provoke you with a few vents and shouts?

What Socrates did not expect was that his prestige had been erected in the hearts of these students. Looking down at Mo Chen lying on the ground, he was about to kick to see if this kid was dead, but he heard Daria's voice ringing in his ears. "You'd better not touch him, or I won't be able to help you if something happens. ”

I just want to kick him, do you need to worry about him so much?" Socrates was so depressed that he kicked the stone at his feet against the wall. I don't know if Socrates used too much force or deliberately, but the stone bounced off the wall, stumbled into several broken tables and chairs, and ran towards Mo Chen's head.

Before the galloping stone could get close to Mochen, it quickly turned into fine sand under Socrates' glaring eyes. He rubbed his eyes vigorously to make sure that it wasn't his old eyes that were dizzy. This stone has really turned into fine sand!

Moreover, the objects that the stone had ejected before were also turning into fine sand one by one. What the hell is going on here?

"Why are you still here, if you don't leave this classroom, you'll be yellow sand!" said Daria, unhurriedly, as if she didn't care what happened to Socrates.

Could you have told me earlier? Why wait until I have experienced it myself? Just as the wall where the stone touched was slowly turning to fine sand, Socrates leaped and jumped from the fifth floor. When he thought he had escaped and ascended to heaven, the shoes on his feet slowly turned into yellow sand. He breathed a sigh of relief after throwing his shoes directly in the air. Fortunately, I didn't knock him out with my hands before, otherwise I would have been like this shoe, looking at the yellow sand falling in the air, and the cold sweat on Socrates' back wet the tattered clothes.

But who was that strange boy with a bloodline as low as a dog? This moment was on the mind not only of Socrates, but also of those who had witnessed it for themselves.