present to the lord

Escaping from the crack with all his strength, it was the first time that Fan Haoran faced such a tragic and desperate situation. The extreme weakness of his soul made his consciousness a little lax.

There are three paint-stained trash cans lined up in the dark alley, walk inside, but within a few dozen steps, you can see a young boy lying on the ground, with blood stains on his short pure black hair, lying horizontally, with his forehead touching his face. On the cold ground, with his eyes closed, he seemed to have completely lost consciousness, and there was a terrifying pool of blood on his body.

At this moment, a pitch-black crack suddenly twisted and cracked beside the young man, and a silver-white light suddenly shot out from this different-dimensional crack. This white light was Fan Haoran whose body had been smashed into pieces.

Drilling into this already dying body, the pain in his soul and body made his face pale as paper, he slowly opened his eyes, he was lying on the ground because of the pain, staring blankly at the night sky in the alley with his pupils like needles, followed by Coughing and blood foam sprayed out continuously.

"Ugh—" He suddenly closed his eyes, and a miserable, thin voice escaped from his throat. It was not difficult to hear that he had reached an unbearable level of pain.

And as he hummed, if someone could see through a person's soul, then Fan Haoran's soul state at this time was already enough to make people unbelievable.

Although there is only a trace, the silver-white soul is indeed stained with the rules of the world.

In order to resist such a fierce world consciousness, Fan Haoran used all his strength and traded items to resist with his own strength.

Among them, the price of a physical body and all the trading items of the trading group was paid, and it also caused great damage to the soul. Now he is so weak that even a six-year-old child can trample him to death.

He lay there motionless, his open eyes had no brilliance, reflecting the black sky, the angle from the bottom of the alley to the sky was cramped and hateful, it was unbelievably narrow.

If it weren't for the heaving and rising of his chest, I'm afraid it would make people think that this young man is already a dead person.

Just when Fan Haoran was secretly annoyed that he was a little back, the extreme weakness of his soul forced him to find a body to attach himself to, and now he was trapped in a dying body, really...

Just when he was still in the mood to laugh at himself helplessly, a strong hurricane suddenly rolled up, and then subsided in the next instant.

A big yellow octopus suddenly appeared in the alley. This is a strange octopus because——

— This octopus is wearing clothes.

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Kunqiu Middle School, Class E of the third year.

"Ah, hello everyone, um..." The black-haired boy looked very thin, but he was not short in height, 1.7 meters eight, standing on the podium would be like a towering tower, and he could see all the mountains at a glance.

With a listless face, the young man tugged at the tie of his school uniform uncomfortably: "My name is Xianyuan Ten, and I will ask you to give me your advice from now on." yawn.

"Hey, what's the matter with this kid, he's too arrogant." Terasaka Ryoma looked at the guy who was so obtrusively tall in middle school with displeasure.

"A transfer student? Why did you come to Class E?"

"do not know……"

"It doesn't seem very easy to get along with."

"Cut, you look like a weak chicken!"

……

Fan Haoran was unaware of these implying offensive and repelling words, he put one hand in his pocket, walked to the newly added seat at the back, and sat down.

Looking at the others, this newly gathered class is still lazy and has no goals, just like the worst student in every junior high school class, there is nothing but curiosity about the new self.

It's just that this is destined to be an extraordinary class.

A handsome man with a serious face came in from the outside in a decent suit, exuding righteousness and rigor all over his body.

——Wujian Weichen.

After talking about confidentiality and related serious topics, the future PE teacher of Class E finally mentioned the moon that was suddenly destroyed some time ago.

"Although I don't know the reason, but now this monster wants to be your teacher, and all you have to do is to kill him with all your strength!" He said loudly, with a majestic and sharp light in his eyes, "Of course, kill this monster!" If the monster succeeds, the country will reward 100 billion."

Wow, kindness and majesty go hand in hand.

Fan Haoran smiled, and casually glanced at the students who were already agitated like cats in spring. He folded his arms and leaned on the chair, looking forward to seeing everyone's expressions when he came in.

Wearing a bachelor's uniform, Killer walked in with his octopus tentacles, and everyone stood up immediately, their eyes full of fear and fear of seeing incredible creatures, some even had their legs trembling, and cold sweat instantly overflowed their foreheads.

The moment they actually saw the killing, these students realized that the 'monster' that Wujian Weichen said just now was not a simple description, but that this guy was a monster in the true sense!

And everyone in the class is distributed with special BB bombs.

Fan Haoran refused. He smiled and looked at the state personnel who distributed guns and BB bombs. He couldn't hide his weak body because of the soul. His pale face looked very convincing: "I am not in good health and cannot exercise excessively. .”

"Take it, it's good for self-defense." The young man stuffed the gun with a look of enthusiasm.

Fan Haoran had no choice but to catch it, and played with it skillfully. This thing was his favorite before crossing over. The feeling of being able to control everything was ecstasy. His fingers were nimble, and he disassembled the gun in a blink of an eye. The action is unbelievable.

"Who can the BB bomb stop? If what you want to say is killing, your national defense personnel can't figure it out. Do you want to count on us junior high school students?" He said with a half-smile. In less than three seconds, he restored the gun again, and raised his hand to point at the young man's forehead.

Suddenly being pointed at by a black gun, the young man showed horror.He was frightened by the expression of the young man in front of him, that calm and calm expression as if he was looking at his prey.

"you--"

"BIU!" A BB hit the young man's forehead.

At that moment, he thought he was dead.

"Look, it's just a BB bullet, what can it protect against?" Fan Haoran put down his hand with a smile, and put the black gun on the table, "So, let's forget it."

The young man took a while to gasp for breath, his fingertips were trembling non-stop, and he took several steps back unconsciously, as if there was some kind of scourge ahead, ready to choose someone to devour.

Wu Jian Weichen withdrew his gaze.

The middle school students immediately became excited after seeing the huge threat of BB bullets.

"One, 100 billion!?"

This number made a group of people red-eyed. At this time, the little guys are still ignorant.The aimless E class, who lacks self-esteem and is ridiculed by the rest of the school, is one of many grains of sand with nothing to show for it.

In an instant, countless BB bullets were fired in the classroom, and the density was astonishing. Everyone except Fan Haoran fired, crazily aiming and shooting at the yellow figure.

Killing looked very leisurely, Fan Haoran could even see the stupid octopus laughing while avoiding it.

Although he could see clearly with the naked eye, this body couldn't keep up with the supersonic speed, and the weakness of his soul forced him to be temporarily trapped in this body.

Thinking of this, he felt a little helpless, the trading area was empty again, except for a pile of useless gold and silver and all kinds of emotions of his subordinates, he ate up all the usable things.And there are no fancy medicines in this world.

Do not……

Fan Haoran looked at Mr. Octopus who was proudly introducing his twenty-yard speed to the students.

He quickly began to think about various methods of how to sweep this world aside.

"Kill, where are you going today?" Fan Haoran packed the textbooks on the desk and stuffed them into the drawer.

Mr. Sha, who already knew that there would be no problem at all even if he entered the university directly in Xianyuan Ten, completely ignored the student's behavior.

"I want to eat Sichuan mapo tofu today!" Sha Yong said in his weird and crisp voice, seeming very excited.

"Chinese food, what a good idea." He walked over and jumped up, very familiar with the way, "but today I want to eat meat."

Kill has habitually caught the boy: "You really should eat more meat with this body."

After saying this, the classroom was instantly emptied, leaving only the curtains that were still fluttering to signify the departure of the two.

On the streets of night markets in China, a tall and strong man followed a sickly and slender young man, it was so weird that one couldn't help but look sideways.

"Probably God's guidance." Fan Haoran answered the question about killing, with a weird smile, "You might be the man chosen by God, kill."

Mr. Sha's answer to this second grade is a bit dark.

"I don't care about why I know, shouldn't you care about your life?" He swallowed the kebab boldly, the paleness on his face was the opposite of his rudeness, but the boy smiled happily , "Or do you feel that you have no weaknesses and that no one can really kill you?"

"This...hahaha." A certain octopus without field control ability broke the atmosphere and laughed.

"Tsk, it's really heart-warming." Fan Haoran tilted his head and took the meat off the wooden chisel, and chewed it symbolically twice, "By the way, kill, do you still have a student?"