"Well, have you chosen? If you don't, I'll kill you. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qiao Shan clenched his fists, looking at the frightened appearance of these little ghosts, his heart was extremely happy.

"Is this why, what, God's twist of the story? Hey, teacher, are you joking?We're your students, didn't you say that you wanted to teach me the spirit apparition?What's going on, if you don't agree with us, you'll beat us up, I'm going to report you and let your account be blocked .........forever," Ling Feng complained about Qiao Shan's sudden painting style. Of course, it's still in my heart.

"Teacher, you're lying, aren't you?How can a teacher want to kill a student, didn't you teach us the skill of killing orcs?" Ling Feng said in panic, opening his mouth wide and yelling, "Why, why? Does Hilton know? Is this what Hilton called, was it instigated by Hilton? Answer me, no. ”

"How can there be so many whys, it's just a whim, if you can't even beat me, your own companions can't beat you, what qualifications do you have for me to teach you skills. As for the old man of the dean, how would he know. Qiao Shi helped the frame of the glasses, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made people shudder, "Have you made a good choice? ”

"Ah Feng! It seems that the rumors are true, there is a strange teacher in this academy, there are only a few students in this teacher's class every year, compared to other classes, the number is pitiful........." Shi Yin's face gave birth to a trace of war, that cold smile showed that Shi Yin wanted to fight, Shi Yin had already chosen the former, "I choose the former, although I don't know if I can beat you........." thoughtfully, touching Ling Feng's cheek, "But my spirit weapon will not cut at Ah Feng." Ling Feng looked at Shi Yin's face, why did he not have a spiritual weapon, no special abilities, why was he just a mediocre mortal. Why is he called Long Aotian, or Ye Liangchen.

"Have the others chosen it too......" Qiao Shi urged impatiently.

"Jingle bell," with the sound of a bell, Nangong Le, summoned the spirit weapon, and drew a thin sword from under the red umbrella, mercilessly, quickly, and pointed at the sound of the sword. Nangong Le finally waited for the opportunity, he could kill Shi Yin justifiably, and he could finally take revenge, how could the revenge of slaughter be forgotten. This is an opportunity.

"Shi Yin, little ,......" Ling Feng shouted, before the word "heart" could be spoken, Shi Yin had already dodged Nangong Le's sneak attack, flashed behind Nangong Le's one-handed knife and slashed at Nangong Le's neck, this sudden appearance made Nangong Le unable to dodge, "Ah." Nangong Le shouted. had to withstand Shi Yin's blow, "snapped" to the ground, and remained motionless.

"Little witch, I don't have the temperament to play a revenge game with you now, do you think I didn't guard against you? It's really stupid to die, there is still a long way between us! I want to help Ah Feng manifest the weapon, if I change it normally, I will definitely let the ghost chop your neck." Now you can lie quietly on the ground for me, it's still too weak. Shi Yin squinted at Nangong Le, who was knocked out by himself, and thought in his heart when he began to form such a deep hatred with this little witch.

Shi Yin recalled that Shi Yin used to be like ordinary girls, with a harmonious family and a kind father and mother. I'm still a big lady as Hilton said. But there was no going back.........

A year ago, Shiyin's home.

In the European-style garden, there are several cherry blossom trees waiting to bloom. Three black-haired and black-eyed men sat in the courtyard around a table covered with white squares. There is a parasol above the table.

"Dad, Mom, do you think your daughter is wearing this dress looks good?" Shi Yin said shyly to the middle-aged couple sitting in the courtyard, Shi Yin was wearing a white skirt, pinched the skirt with both hands, and turned it and said. The long black hair and white skirt look very contrasting, which reflects the innocence of the girl, like a princess.

"Beautiful, good-looking. My daughter looks good in everything. The middle-aged man picked up the silver teacup in his hand, took a sip of the tea in his hand, and put it down. said lightly, clapping his hands and praising him. "My family is really getting more and more beautiful, slim, and really like your mother and me. The middle-aged woman also said.

"Nonsense, Yin'er is obviously more like me. Shi Yin's father had some anger on his face. "Look at you, I just said that my daughter is more like me, but I didn't say that she is not like you. Shi Yin's mother also took a sip of tea and said lightly. "Okay, Dad, Mom, my daughter is like that, who made me your daughter!" Shi Yin pouted and said coquettishly.

"How old is Yin'er?" Shi Yin's father asked, "It should be 17 years old!" The middle-aged man looked up

"Well, what's wrong, is there something wrong with my father?" asked Shi Yin, tilting his head.

"Shi Yin knows if when you are 18 years old, you will have a spiritual weapon? In this land called the continent of Atlantis, there are three major races: humans, orcs, and elves. Humans are the thinnest, and we don't have a sturdy physique compared to orcs. Compared to elves, we don't use ancient and mysterious magic. Shi Yin's father paused, tasted the steaming tea in his hand, and said slightly, "But we weak humans can only rely on spiritual weapons to fight, to survive, to fight. You must know that it is human instinct to live. Spiritual weapons are the only thing we can rely on to survive. Except for his parents, of course," said the middle-aged man, who showed his own spiritual weapon.

It was a huge sword, the blade was shining with cold light, the sword surface seemed to be plated with a layer of black gold, and the hilt was wrapped in a layer of heavy iron chains, as if it was restraining something, and the murderous aura emitted by this sword was extremely incompatible with the kind gaze of this middle-aged man. The sword is like a killer, and the middle-aged man is like a wise man who tames a killer with his intelligence.

Every time his father showed his spiritual weapon, Shi Yin would stare intently.

"Of course you know, isn't the spirit weapon just like the giant sword in my father's hand?" Shi Yin said with an innocent expression. "Half of the answer is correct, Shiyin's spiritual weapon is not necessarily like my spiritual weapon, you must know that the essence of the spiritual weapon is the embodiment of the human mind, which can be the form of all existence. In other words, Shiyin's spiritual weapon is not necessarily the same as mine, and there are no two identical leaves in this world, nor two identical spiritual weapons. After all, how can such a thing as the mind be the same. Shi Yin's father hung up Shi Yin's sharp nose and said with a smile.

"Is it 18 years old? Shi Yin will have a spiritual weapon soon? I really want to be 18 years old soon!" Shi Yin asked his father, holding his cheek with one hand and the other hand on the hand holding his cheek, looking so cute.

"What is Mother's Spiritual Weapon?" Shi Yin turned around and said to his mother with a smile. "Silly girl, isn't my mother's spiritual weapon always on her head?" the middle-aged woman pointed to the inconspicuous apricot hairpin on top of her black hair.

"Oh, it turns out that my mother's spiritual weapon is a hairpin!" Shi Yin cautiously reached out to touch the hairpin on the black hair. Because my father repeatedly told me to kill people by living, I had to be very careful.

The human beings in the Atlantis continent, each of them has their own spiritual weapons, which can be knives, swords, guns, such weapons with combat effectiveness and lethality, as well as pots, bowls, scoops, basins and other inconspicuous daily items. The human mind is something that is difficult to fathom. But each artifact has its own meaning of existence. Just like every antique has its own historical story. (To paraphrase a sentence from Xuanse's "Dumb House", it has already been indicated.) ）

"You don't have to be so careful. Shiyin's mother saw her daughter's worry, so she simply took off the hairpin on her head and let her daughter take a closer look. Shi Yin gently stroked her mother's spiritual weapon to feel the things in her mother's heart. "It's so beautiful!" Shi Yin blinked, and put the hairpin back on top of his mother's black hair, his movements were still so careful, like treating a valuable pearl of the night.

"Eighteen years old, my daughter, but don't manifest before the age of eighteen! The middle-aged man looked up at the endless sky and prayed in his heart.

"What is Father thinking?" Shi Yin asked curiously. "Little girl, I'm wondering when you're going to get married. "Dad, you're kidding again. Shi Yin's face turned crimson, and he lowered his head and said shyly. "No kidding, men should get married, and women should get married. My daughter looks so slim .........."

"Stop teasing my daughter. You see Shi Yin's little face is as red as an apple. Shiyin's mother said. "Okay, every time we talk about this topic, you're interrupted, okay, don't talk about it. The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"Sir, Madam, Miss. Dinner, already ready. The one who spoke was an old man with white hair and white beard, and the years had left traces on this white-haired old man, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was bent into a 90-degree waist, and he was really afraid that the old man's waist would be broken. If Ling Feng saw this appearance, he would definitely complain.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago, butler, that you are too old to bend down any more. Shi Yin's father got up and went to help the housekeeper. "Yes, yes, we are all family, you don't have to be a housekeeper. Shi Yin squinted his eyes and replied.

"Don't dare, there is a difference between master and servant, master, you are the master, and those of us who are servants should have the appearance of servants. How dare you reverse priorities. The old man's waist was bent more just now, obviously refusing Shi Yin's father's support.

"I've got a good note, father. Shi Yin whispered to the middle-aged man's ear. The middle-aged man also nodded his head, apparently acquiescing.

"Ahem," Shi Yin cleared his throat. "Butler, Miss Ben orders you to straighten your back. The eldest lady's tone immediately made the white-haired old man straighten.

The white-haired old man smiled, the black-haired girl in front of him was really witty and cute.

"What's for dinner? ”

"I don't know, eldest miss, I'm only responsible for calling you and the old lady to dine, and as for what to eat, Tina is in charge. ”

The code is over, how long have I persevered, I don't know, how long can I last, the fast-paced era, the era of money, calm down and write something quietly, to construct your own world. Stick to it, there will always be a bridge connecting this shore to the other. Far away, I went to work.