The east gate of the city attracted the attention of most people in just a moment.

"Why don't you let me into town!"

A wild man dressed in animal skin, like a man who had come out of the mountains, was more than two meters tall and muscular.

Ordinary people stood in front of him, as if they were looking at a giant.

Need to raise your head and look up at the presence.

This man has dark skin, angular muscles, fierce, explosive art.

At this time, his face was full of anger, and he didn't know where to find a huge stone, so he held it tightly with both hands, and smashed it against the city gate.

There was also a constant cry of anger coming out of his mouth.

Just look at the boulder...

At the very least, there should be a hundred catties.

I don't know how this cargo was carried.

"Who is under the city!"

The student of the Ink Academy, who was trapped outside the academy, stood on the top of the city, his eyes were cold, staring at the giant below, and spoke.

As the voice fell, an invisible energy surged out of him, shaking the giant back.

"Mo Academy called me to take the exam, I came, and I blocked me from the door, what is the reason!"

The man shouted.

The voice is unusually loud.

"The words of the Mo Academy are the truth!"

"Since the city has been closed, it will not be collected!"

"Let's go back!"

The student said lightly, turned and left.

But the giant's eyes suddenly turned red, and he held up the boulder in his hands, and for a moment he could even vaguely see that there were dark red lines in his body swimming.

There are no awakenings.

There is not even energy.

With a roar, the giant once again smashed the boulder towards the gate.

It's just that this time, the speed and strength are about three times greater.

The loud noise echoed through the city, and even the echo could be faintly heard.

Even the walls shook slightly.

Under the somewhat blank gaze of the students of Namo Academy, a gap was smashed in the city gate.

"Hey, hey."

"This damn thing, it's really sturdy."

Throwing the boulder on the ground, marveling at the strength of the gate, the giant struggled to slip through the somewhat narrow hole.

The rest of the students, their eyes lit up, they glanced at the giant gratefully, and they followed him into the city together.

Seeing that the student of the Ink Academy was still looking at him, the giant's eyes glared: "What's wrong, no?" ”

"No problem."

The student took a deep breath and turned to leave.

About half an hour later, a team of workers arrived overnight to repair the city gates.

But as for the fact that the giant took a few students into the city, the Mo Academy ignored it as if it didn't see it.

"The rules of the Ink Academy, just don't there be rules..."

Yu Sheng watched this scene from afar, looked at the location of the Ink Academy again, and muttered to himself.

Vaguely, he had already guessed some thoughts of the Ink Academy.

In fact... It's quite similar to the Sin City model.

At any time, you have to jump out of the inherent stereotype, and you can't follow the rules in doing things, and you can often be surprising in order to win.

That's pretty much what it means.

The rest of his life was thoughtful, and left silently in the night, but instead of returning to the hotel, he came to the location at the gate of the Mo Academy and raised his head to look.

In this modern city, the Ink Academy actually seems a little out of place.

Because it's more like ancient architecture.

Red painted doors.

Vintage-style bricks.

Including green bricks, annexes, covering a wide area, there is no end in sight.

And it was built in the center of the city.

In the dark night, the figure of the rest of his life is constantly busy, sometimes leaving, sometimes coming back, but perfectly hiding himself in the darkness, and his movements are hidden.

It wasn't until two hours later that he turned around and went back to his hotel room to sleep.

It's just that what I don't know for the rest of my life is that just above the wall, there is a person sitting all the time.

The man was dressed in pajamas, half-leaning, as if he had slept in the past.

There was not a trace of human breath emanating from his body, it was more like a dead thing, and he didn't even breathe.

Only his eyes are open, and he has been silently watching the actions of the rest of his life.

It wasn't until the rest of his life left that the man sat up straight slowly, as if the statue had been resurrected, and a somewhat lazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This little guy... It's kind of interesting. ”

"It's so ruthless."

"It seems that this class of students... It's kind of interesting. ”

"It's not like... It's not like this bunch of idiots..."

Looking at the student who hurried back from a distance, the man's face instantly darkened.

The Ink Academy has worked hard to teach them for a year, but what have they taught?

One by one is the same as an old antique!

When the door is closed, why won't you jump over the wall and come in?

Do you have to walk through the door?

You deserve it!

Silently glancing at the rather pitiful student, the man pursed his lips, jumped off the wall, hummed a tune, and went back to his dormitory.

As for those little things left over for the rest of your life...

What does it have to do with yourself.

……

Early morning.

But it was only about six o'clock, and the rest of my life opened my eyes.

Gently wipe the dagger and crossbow in his hand by the bedside, and polish the fishing line again.

After so many years, that fishing line has been polished very fine for the rest of his life.

If you don't even look closely, you can't see it clearly.

And I don't know what the material is, but even then it's still tough and extremely sharp.

Wrap the line around the cuffs.

The dagger is put away.

After making sure that nothing was missed, Yu Sheng got up.

At this time, Zhao Zicheng was still lying on the bed, snoring loudly.

It's hard to imagine that such a handsome guy can sleep so indecently.

It's as if everyone can't imagine that the little fairies don't eat dew.

Standing at the door, Yu Sheng thought carefully for a moment, and finally shouted: "Get up, it's time for the assessment." ”

But... The volume of the rest of his life is far from enough to wake Zhao Zicheng up.

No second effort.

Yu Sheng took out a small porcelain bottle, opened it, threw it far away on Zhao Zicheng's bed, turned around decisively, and went out.

Close the door.

Leaning against the wall and waiting quietly.

About half a minute later...

There was a wail from the room.

"Boss Yu, did you pull on my bed?"

"!"

"It stinks!"

The sound in the room was noisy, and another ten seconds passed, and Zhao Zicheng had already appeared outside the door, looking at Yu Sheng with a strange expression.

Even... With a little bit of trepidation.

He knew that the rest of his life might be a little perverted, but what he didn't expect was... Perverted to this extent.

Poop in bed?