In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

In October, the weather is just right.

There is neither the scorching sun of July and August, nor the biting cold wind of the cold winter.

The bright sunshine shines on my body, bringing warmth.

Bai Wu, who was pulled by Tan Yiyi with a picture, was lying on the grass in the Green Garden of Kyoto University, enjoying the lap pillow of Tan Yiyi.

The round and fleshy thighs were slightly concave under the pressure of his head, wrapping his head. With every breath, the scent of lavender entered his nose, making him drowsy.

This was his compensation for being pulled.

"Awu, can't you turn your head in a different direction?"

Tan Yiyi's fair and tender face turned a little red, and she gently moved Bai Wu's head with her hand, trying to change his direction.

It was because she felt waves of heat constantly invading her lower abdomen, making it impossible for her to sit still.

"No, the sunlight is too bright. I can only lie like this."

As he spoke, Bai Wu took a step further and placed his head in the valley, facing the direction of the sea.

"Oh, it smells so good!"

Tan Yiyi's face was as red as blood, and his fingers helplessly twisted Bai Wu's hair, rubbing it into a strand and then letting it go, rubbing it into a strand and then letting it go.

But I can't bear to push it away.

She could feel that this was a rare time for Bai Wu to relax. Although he behaved as usual in the previous period of time, he always felt that something was urging him and forcing him to tense up.

Suddenly, her body trembled and her breathing became rapid.

A pair of warm hands had climbed up to her waist at some point, caressing her soft skin.

"Awu, it's itchy."

I couldn't help but clamp my legs together, bending them slightly, wrapping Bai Wu's entire head inside my body.

The thin top allows Bai Wu to clearly feel the softness of her lower abdomen, making people unable to help but rub it a few times, trying to feel more.

Bulbasaur!

Unfortunately, the peace did not last long.

A few arguments broke the harmonious atmosphere of Qinglu Garden and attracted the attention of many students who were lying on the grass enjoying the sunbathing.

Looking around, I saw two clearly divided teams glaring at each other.

One of the parties looked vaguely familiar; they were the Koreans who had been talking nonsense in the cafeteria.

Confronting them were five or six Peking University students, one of whom was in a wheelchair.

"Looking at your appearance, even if you take the initiative to surrender to our Great Universe Country, we will not accept you."

Song Renji, the horse-faced stick, made mocking faces.

Their Korean overseas student association is just imagining the vision of the Great Universe Country unifying the world, and the Xia Country and the Sakura Country will become their dependencies.

One province of Xia State is larger than their entire country, and will be their land in the future.

They were just having wonderful thoughts, but they didn't expect a group of young men to suddenly show up and give them a beating.

Especially this kid in a wheelchair, who has been treating the enemy as his father from his ancestors to the present, and has thoroughly cursed their Korean country.

"Even if we die, we will die on the land of Xia Country. If we surrender to you, you must be crazy."

The wheelchair youth shook his head in denial, and then said:

"What's more, we still have Baiwu Consultant, the Cultivation Academy, Qinglong Mansion, and the 10 million Cell Martial Arts Potions that were just distributed. What do you have?

You can only rely on the vague and unreliable aliens, and your deaths seem to be increasing day by day. You'd better pray that your study abroad career will not end so early."

The young man in the wheelchair was sharp-tongued and merciless, his eyes were bright when he spoke, and he had a tenacious temperament.

He was able to be admitted to Kyoto University even though he was in a wheelchair. There is no need to say more about his good character.

Hearing his words, Song Renji and several Koreans turned pale and blue. He could only forcefully say:

"But what does this have to do with you? As far as I know, many Beijing University students have obtained those 10 million doses of the medicine, but a cripple like you can only sit in a wheelchair and can't do anything."

This has risen to the level of personal attack.

As soon as these words were spoken, the students around who had paid attention could not help but denounce these damn Koreans.

The young man in the wheelchair didn't show any emotion. Since he had suffered a lumbar injury that left him paralyzed from the waist down, he had long been accustomed to this state of himself. He turned around and continued to speak:

"We have 10 million doses of the medicine, but why do you, who have received assistance from the Galaxy people, seem to have none?"

"Hmph, just wait, one day, our great universe will stand at the top of this planet."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Renji put on a tough talk and quickly left Qinglu Garden.

"Zong Ying, don't take these Koreans' words to heart, they are just maggots."

"That's right. Times are changing. Maybe your disease will soon be cured."

"..."

The classmates of the wheelchair youth named Zong Ying spoke to comfort him.

I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

Among this group of people, Zong Ying can be said to be the most outstanding person.

Peking University students are the best candidates selected from across the country. As long as they have good character and physical fitness, they can basically receive a dose of medicine.

But Zong Ying's situation obviously does not meet the requirements.

"It's okay, just a little bit of wind and frost."

Zong Ying shook his head, tightened his grip on the wheelchair, and then let go.

He also wanted to integrate into this era of extraordinary evolution, just like Consultant Bai Wu, who could chill the seven continents with a single sword flash and suppress all the foreigners.

It was his fate and he could do nothing about it.

He can only devote this life to a world that suits him.

"What's your name?"

Suddenly, a gentle greeting sounded in my ears.

Zong Ying looked up and saw a man and a woman standing in front of him. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. They looked at him with warm smiles on their faces.

"My name is Zong Ying, what can I do for you two?"

"I should be able to heal your leg."

Bai Wu smiled faintly and dropped a piece of news that was like a bombshell to these people.

"What did you say?"

"real or fake?!"

Several young men couldn't help but question aloud.

You know, their mentor felt sorry for Zong Ying and used his own connections to invite the best neurologist in Xia Country to treat him, but he didn't get any good news.

This young man in front of me actually said that he could cure it?

You don't even know what's going on.

"Classmate, we are all students and don't have much money."

One person spoke.

The implication is that if you want to scam people out of money, don't look for them because they have no money.

"It's okay. You can get free treatment with your student ID."

Bai Wu smiled and said, looking at Zong Ying:

"How about it, do you want to give it a try?"

This is the fate he threw out, and it depends on whether this young man can catch it.

Zong Ying looked at Bai Wu's expression, which was as calm as a lake, as stable as the earth. A wisp of spring breeze added a touch of warmth to his face.

Judging from his appearance, he might be a little younger than me.

Anyone who claims they can cure his injury without even checking it is undoubtedly a liar.

But inexplicably, the person in front of him gave him a feeling of... reliability?

His right thumb couldn't help but gently stroke the armrest of the wheelchair. The place where it stroked was as smooth as a mirror. This was his thinking habit.