present to the lord

The Tokyo train has already set off, a crowded modern city, a colorful world.

Above the tall building, a gap suddenly opened in the space, and the gap gradually tore open, and an oriental man walked out.

The man in the blood-red robe looked at the world with tyranny in his eyes. He tied his long hair with a hosta, only his dark eyes were exposed, and the other was covered by the drooping sideburns.

His fingernails are black, his face is beautiful, his lips are like a girl's gouache, but this person's eyes are full of evil smiles, smiling cheerfully but looking crazy at this strange world.

"It succeeded... Open the barrier of the world." He cracked an exaggerated smile, looking very happy.

Caressing the slender chain around his waist, Yan Juncheng looked at the world in amazement, but spoke Chinese: "This place is really strange, it seems to be more troublesome than imagined." He looked at the various screens that appeared on the tall building opposite. Men and women, and their strange languages.

He took a deep breath of the strange, fresh, bloodless air of this world: "This world...is waiting for me to be dyed red."

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With a shake of his body, Fan Haoran stretched out his hand to support the table, and the sound made everyone look over.

"Mr. Akabane Ichimoku, did something happen?" The long black-haired woman looked over with concern from the opposite desk.

The man with short black hair who was called Akabane Ichimu's face was pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably for a moment. After hearing the female teacher's question, he took a breath and raised his head with a forced smile: "I haven't had a good rest recently, please no need to worry."

He said closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

Trying to restrain the discomfort in the soul, the body of the nine-tailed fox demon has been torn into nothingness due to the injection of rule power. This body is the aborigine of this world.

Unexpectedly, the memory of this body was preserved intact. He passed through Akabane's life for 22 years and is currently a teacher at Zhenmu High School.

He remembered an incident that he experienced not long ago. In the world of "Noragami", it took a hundred years to kill those gods in Gao Tianyuan by using loopholes in the rules. The result was extremely miserable, and his sanity was almost broken by the shock of those rules.

The feeling of lingering fear still remained in his chest, and the violent heartbeat did not have the slightest fear. On the contrary, he was very excited.

"Finally found a little flaw..." His smile grew wider, as if he had already thrown himself into a desperate game.

Feeling the mission of this world, he is more convinced of his guesses and inferences.

Maintain the world plot?

This is a far cry from the world of the past.

"Such a loophole is too obvious, is it intentional...? Or do you bother to cover it up?"

"Mr. Akabane, are you still going to class? The bell is about to ring." Kushina Hoonami looked at his strange expression worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to ask for leave for you?"

"No, no, thank you, Mr. Suibo, I'm fine." He adjusted his expression, thanked him gently, and packed up the handouts on the table, "I'll pass now."

Flipping through the handouts, as a Chinese teacher, it would be really troublesome if he didn't have the memory of this body, but now what he pays attention to is not the handouts and the next course, but the students in the classroom.

"Zhou Fangzun..." whispered softly, "When the plot time comes, confirm the death of the red king Zhou Fangzun and maintain the development of the plot... Tsk."

Although he didn't understand what the person behind the scene wanted to do, Fan Haoran didn't feel the murderous intent of that person in so many worlds, but he never believed that everything that happened in the last world was a coincidence.

Why did that person act so eagerly all of a sudden?He didn't believe that he could live until now, and the person behind him gave without asking.

Everything in the last world has been explained, and that person has something to ask for.

And there must be something in him that didn't meet his requirements, that person was motivated to kill, or in other words, even though he didn't have the intention to kill, he would never show mercy.

Fan Haoran is indeed a lazy person. If it wasn't for eliminating the resentment of each world and maintaining the existence of the world, he might not even bother to do the task, just find a place to fall asleep and spend this long and meaningless time.

But it is undeniable that he was born as a mercenary, and he is used to carrying out tasks by himself when others give orders.This is not to say that he has a slavish nature, but that eternal life that cannot find a goal needs a goal to keep him alive.

In a sense, no matter who the person behind it is or what they want to do, as long as it does not restrict his freedom too much, there is nothing unacceptable to him, and he will even find a little sense of belonging.

Just like every time he came to a new world, he always liked to join the dark underground kingdom. In a boring world, he should always have some fun for himself.

"Okay, stop making trouble, class is already in session." Looking at the noisy class, he glanced around, smiled and looked at those especially bad boys.

Zhou Fangzun was still a young boy at this time, full of vigor and vitality, without the sluggishness and lack of energy he would have in the future. His red hair was combed behind his head, and his sunny and tough facial features were particularly eye-catching.

Kusanagi Izumo was sitting next to Zhou Fangzun. At this time, he hadn't put on his glasses yet, but his handsome appearance and smile had begun to emerge.

When Zhou Fangzun heard the voice, he slowly turned his gaze away, and then moved away after a while, looking out the window.

"Ms. Akabane seems to be a little..." Izumo Kusanagi's short golden hair was particularly bright, and he leaned closer to Zhou Fangzun, quite puzzled, "Hmm... a bit out of tune?"

Kusanagi Izumo frowned and stared at the seemingly gentle man on the podium, rubbing his chin and thinking hard: "It's so strange."

At the end of a class, Fan Haoran walked out of the classroom with the handouts in his arms. He hated this kind of teaching and educating people the most. He didn't like rules and regulations. As for his own tasks, Fan Haoran threw the handouts in the trash can in annoyance. , conveniently held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, touched the lighter and came out to light it.

"It turns out that Akabane-sensei also has such a side." Kusanagi Izumo stood behind the tree with a gentle and romantic face, and said with a smile, with a strange light in his eyes. As we all know, Akabane Ichimoku-sensei from Zhenme High School is an old-fashioned man. No smoking or drinking, and the relationship between men and women is unbelievably clean. It is the last point that disappoints many women who are flocking to it.

Akabane Ichimu is a good teacher who has nothing in his eyes other than teaching and educating people.This is something that everyone in Zhenmu High School knows very well, and they are well aware of the rumors that this man is 'not good'.

Such a self-restraint and very abstinent man would stand here smoking with his tie off!

Kusanagi Izumo was actually a little surprised.

"Huh?" Fan Haoran opened his eyes to look at him, took a mouthful of the cigarette in his mouth, swallowed it into his throat, and slowly sprayed out a cloud of smoke from his nose and mouth, "Who are you?"

Casual wording, lazy eyes, and a non-motivated gesture: "This is the first time I saw it. Is it the delinquent boy who came to Zhenmu High School to collect protection money?"

Kusanagi Izumo, who had already been stunned by this presumptuous speech, was just about to clarify when he heard the man say again without any sense of self-consciousness as a teacher: "Do you need me to make way for you, the blond who collects protection money?" juvenile?"

"Hey, you're too much... I don't look like a bad boy anymore, but I'm born with blond hair! By the way, you are a teacher, this kind of irresponsible speech must be my illusion?" He twitched the corner of his mouth, especially Speechless.

"So it's not the protection fee? Tsk."

"What's the matter with your contemptuous expression? By the way, what's wrong with you today, Mr. Akabane, did you not take your medicine?"

"Okay bad boy, why did you come to me for something?" Fan Haoran said, then suddenly stood up straight, "It smells so strong! Kusanagi Izumo, back off!"

"Such a strong smell has killed many people..." The bloody smell brought by a gust of wind made him tremble all over.

"Obviously you know me, so it's so bad." Kusanagi Izumo immediately retreated obediently when he heard his name, and looked at the man who was waiting sternly, dumbfounded.

Different from the laziness just now, the man at this moment is capable and powerful, with just a look that directly hits people's hearts, he is unparalleled in sharpness.

Yan Juncheng flicked the thin iron chain in his hand, swung it into a circle of silver light around him, and hummed a little tune happily. He was in a happy mood, so he killed a few more, but the red clothes on his body were exceptionally clean and tidy. Obviously killing those few people is as simple and boring as trampling an ant to death.

"Huh?" Yan Juncheng suddenly stopped, his treacherous eyes hesitated, and he gently inhaled the smell in the air, "A very strong person..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked over with murderous intent.

"Hey, that kid." Yan Juncheng tapped him with his black-nailed index finger.

Fan Haoran ignored his arrogant actions, and frowned at this charming man. Whether it was the clothes or the language of the man opposite, they were all made in China. Could it be that he was a time traveler?Or... the people over there?

"What's the matter, Your Excellency?" He parted his lips and gently brushed his fangs with the tip of his tongue.

"You are very strong." Yan Juncheng said with a happy smile, "I will ask you for someone."

Kusanagi Izumo looked at the two men who spoke a strange language with a confused face, looked left and right, but couldn't see why, so he could only lament that he didn't read enough.

Fan Haoran raised his eyebrows, motioning for the person opposite to speak directly.

"Cang Moliu, do you know him?" Yan Juncheng stared at him, and if he dared to lie, he would have to tear him into pieces, "People who are so strong as you should have some news about those people, right?" .”

"Those people?" Immediately grasping the point of the conversation, he laughed wantonly, "I think we have a lot of topics to talk about, why don't you find a quiet place to discuss with me?"

Seeing that he didn't immediately reveal that he knew nothing, Yan Juncheng seemed to have some inside information, and he felt happy.

"it is good."