When Mo Li opened his eyes again, he knew that the nightmare had come again, it should be regarded as a nightmare, right?

Nightmare refers to dreams that cause extreme anxiety or anxiety.

But no, not only is it not restless and restless, not even a little special emotion.

"The first." Mo Li muttered to himself.

In front of him, a big man with a fierce expression suddenly appeared, he screamed and rushed towards Mo Li. Looking at the big man who was as strong as a tiger, Mo Li was very calm, even if the big man was holding a frightening axe in his hand, Mo Li was unmoved, because he knew what would happen next.

Turning sideways, Mo Li dodged the big man's pounce, and then held it in the shape of a claw with one hand, and grabbed it towards the big man's chest with lightning speed.

"Poof!" The heart that was still beating was taken out by Mo Li, and the big man fell down weakly.Mo Li looked at the ugly heart and the blood stain all over his body, and there was no special reaction.It's been two years, if you have this dream every day, you should have taken out his heart more than 700 times......, right? It's boring......

"The second one!" This time, it was a little boy who was less than half his height, and he was frantically yelling at himself, then took off a baseball bat from the side, and rushed towards him with a whoa.

Mo Li glanced at him indifferently, still using the same move, mercilessly taking off the little boy's head.

Mercy, indifference, murder without blinking, for good or evil?

Can he really take off the head of a little ghost without hesitation? Mo Li kept asking himself, so many years of education had taught him that it was wrong to kill someone, let alone a little boy who looked less than ten years old? No matter what the reason, the person who did such a thing could only be called a demon......

However, there is still no regret, no frustration, no positive and negative feelings. Mo Li is like a pool of stagnant water, without any feelings. As for killing? In this black and white shijie, this is the most haode redemption, right?

"The third, the fourth." Glancing at the two middle-aged men in police uniforms in front of him, Mo Li whispered.He jumped above the two and cut off their heads under the terrifying gaze of the two middle-aged men.

"The eighteenth." Mo Li pressed the soldiers of the blast unit to the ground.

"The nineteenth, the twentieth...... Seven hundred and twelfth." Just like a harvester, Mo Li easily cleaned up everything in front of him.I don't know when, a black long sword appeared in his hand, and at some point, a comfortable and pleasant smile was already on his face.

Is he really a murderer?

Looking at the people who fell under his sword one by one, Mo Li was still very calm, no matter whether it was an old man, a child, a man, or a woman who fell...... Mo Li was unmoved. The non-stop killing, the original black and white shijie turned blood-red, and the moon in the sky also turned purple in his eyes.

"One thousand three hundred and seven." This time, it was Mo Li's acquaintance, a classmate who had dealt with her a few times, if I remembered correctly, he had spoken to her, by the way, who was she? A sword passed through his body, Mo Li stood on top of the corpse, looking at the sky in the distance, weishenme, weishenme, no matter whether this shijie is black and white or blood red, there is no figure of her?

Raising the black long sword, Mo Li shouted into the void.

Wait, you can't wake up yet.

Mo Li knows, because he has experienced too many times, he actually knows, if it continues like this, he will wake up soon, right? But this is not enough, this dream is too strange, whether it is the future or what, Mo Li wants to continue to watch.

A bright light suddenly lit up from behind Mo Li.

It's different, Mo Li turned his head, he knew that the dream had finally developed.

Looking closely, he is still a very poor hippie smile, still wearing a rustic suit, if you want to say something different, maybe the white long sword in his hand will be more conspicuous, right? It is the same style as the one in his hand, the same pattern, the difference is the color and ...... The smell of it, right?

"Is this your choice?" Mo Li was a little surprised, this was the first time he heard other people's voices in this dream, originally speaking, whether it was a miserable howl or a begging for mercy, Mo Li could only see their miserable expressions and constantly shaking lips.

"What's left?"

The person on the other side raised his long sword and smiled: "Fang Shou's guard, it's the guard's guard!"

"Smack!" Like broken glass, Mo Li suddenly woke up, he raised his head, the unfamiliar ceiling? No, no matter how you look at it, it's the school infirmary, right? He looked at his hands again, there was no oozing blood, and there was no terrible smell of blood on his body.

"Awake?" Sitting in front of the hospital bed was the new trainee teacher, a nervous pervert, whose name was, Fang Shou.

Seeing him, Mo Li couldn't help but squint his eyes, the strange dream that plagued him was maybe something could be found from him.But before that, he was more curious that Fang Shou Weishenme would appear in that strange dream, and that Fang Shou in the dream, Weishenme would have a wonderful feeling of being a master outside the world?

"Don't look at me like that!" As if sensing Mo Li's gaze, Fang Shou turned his head in disgust, and kept reading in his mouth: "I say ugly things first, I don't like men, even if I save you, even if I look handsome and chic, even if I am humorous and charming, hey, speaking of which, I have to sigh, it's really sad to be handsome, think of the year I graduated from high school, hum, a cute little girl confessed to me. If I hadn't refused, maybe I wouldn't have to live November 11th now, and I wouldn't have to be coerced by Xiaoya......"

"I'd like to hear something very interesting? The little girl, watching a reinforced baseball bat full of thumbtacks walk in from outside the door, said to Fang Shou with a smile: "If you don't mind, can you repeat it again?"

"Haha, haha, I didn't say anything." Fang Shou, who knew that his life was in danger, began to struggle hard.It turned out that he was handcuffed over there? No wonder, no matter what Mo Li thought, it was impossible for such a guy who had taken the responsibility of misleading people's children to stay by his side and take care of himself so honestly, right?

"Oh, I'll listen to you properly, with this baseball bat." Yuan Xiaoya dragged a baseball bat, with a lovely smile on her face, and walked towards Fang Shou step by step.

"Help! There is a ghost! There is a little ghost with a baseball bat! Mo Li! Help me untie it, please, if I fall into her hands now, I will die, help!!!!!!!"

"......" Mo Li looked at Fang Shou who was dragged into another cubicle by Yuan Xiaoya speechlessly, such a guy, do you really know something? Perhaps, it's just your own hallucination, right? How could such a guy be such a strong person? How could he say such a thing seriously?

"It's so affectionate.Teacher Fang and Teacher Yuan." Mo Yu, who poked his head into the door with envy, clasped his hands with envy, and his eyes were full of small golden stars.

"......" Although only a little shadow can be seen here, from the poor back of the helpless rolling on the ground and the evil ghost waving around with a stick, maybe it is also a kind of affection in some sense.

"Momo!" Seeing Mo Li staring at her, Mo Yu jumped up happily as if she had taken a stimulant, she checked Mo Li's state, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death, I thought something happened to you......?"

"Ahh Looking at the face that was seven points similar to himself, Mo Li's inexplicable heart was relieved, he gently pinched Mo Yu's nose, ignored Mo Yu's resistance, and said softly: "Go home."

"So fast, but I still have club activities!"

"What club?"

"Teacher Fang Shou's 'Welcome back, master's dear homecoming'!"

"Return it now! now!"

"Hmm~ I'm obviously my sister's. ”

Looking at the off-line twins, Mo Li sighed deeply, with her, he would be very busy? Now I don't have time to pay attention to that strange dream, let's take a look when I have time someday. Maybe that guy really knows something, maybe he can't say anything?

At this time, in a certain border area of the Celestial Empire Continent, a strange man wearing a white cloak quietly wiped the blood from his hands, without looking at the corpses around him.

A blood-colored cross, a desert with no traces.

A story doomed to destruction......