I'll kill you next time

The old man Kresto is right. After living for so many years, age is just a number. I won’t notice the passage of time in a short period of time. A soft and obedient Xiaotuanzi stage has entered the rebellious stage of youth.

Young people have their own ideas, and no longer obediently follow the master's teaching step by step. Although it is unusual to be beaten, it is also a part of life.

Ha ha, no wonder.

【boom--】

Today, the Pamirs are sunny and cloudless, and a lump of green was ruthlessly blasted out of the mansion.

"Hmm...?" Below the mansion, Ye Dicao and his sister, who were practicing daily thought power, raised their heads subconsciously.

"Sure enough, that lord was beaten by the elder again..." Di Cao complained expressionlessly: "It's enough to do this every day, and we are very tired from repairing the mansion day after day."

"Dicao...you can't say that..." My sister asked Ye Qiyao helplessly: "That lord must have his own ideas to fight against the elder lord all the time, right?"

"Yes, yes..." Di Cao turned his head and looked unhappy. His sister liked to defend that adult since she was a child. Who is the blood relationship?

At the same time, in the mansion...

"Master, please let me go to the place where the Saint Cloth of Aries is, please!" The green-haired boy in a mess got up from the ruins and rushed towards the mansion again.

"If I say no, I won't!" Why can't this brat understand it!

With a wave of my hand, I slapped a certain green wool sheep flying out. Maybe this time I hit harder, because a certain traitor didn't get up after smashing into the rock pile.

"Really, I have to tell you a few times that you can do it. If you can't do it, you can't do it." I walked over and picked up the rebel's scarf and dragged it back: "If you have nothing to do, fix the holy clothes for me. Don't keep thinking about such things. of"

"It's not true, I heard the voice of the Saint Cloth of Aries calling me!" Shi Ang, who was being dragged, kept struggling and thumping, with a look of death on his face.

I clicked my tongue, the tone of this bastard is just like that of a certain black-faced sheep, he is too stubborn, and his stinking virtue of not hitting the south wall and not dying is very similar.

Are all Aries like this? !

Many years have passed since I went to India to pick up the future Virgo. Time is worthless to me. A few disciples have grown so big without paying attention. Among them, Shi Ang, the most talented disciple, has also arrived At such a rebellious age, I had to give up my daily lunch break to teach (ou) educate (da) him. After all, I can no longer bear the negative teaching materials like Yavid appearing in my school.

Shion has the ability to read the memory of the Saint Cloth since he was a child. This talent is beneficial, but the disadvantages are also devastating. As a human being, Shion is still young, and his mind is still in an extremely unstable state. At this stage, letting him inherit the Aries Saint Cloth at this time is undoubtedly looking for death.

No one knows Avenir's past better than me. If such a desperate and heavy memory is poured into Shion's mind, it will only bring spiritual damage.

Obviously, I am thinking about my beloved disciple, but that brat Shi On just doesn't appreciate it, what should I do?

#儿童老作不obedient, most of them are used to it, just give it a good beating#

So Pamir staged such a scene of "teacher's kindness and apprentice's filial piety" every day, and the simple and rude education method of a certain elder was also very touching.

"Hmm..." Shi Ang, who was dragged and thrown into the remains of the holy clothes, was full of dissatisfaction, and it was useless to be unconvinced. He could not beat the master who was the head of the Pamir clan in any way.

With a young and beautiful face, his real age is an old man, and he is also an unreasonable and willful old man. Compared with the stable Pope in the sanctuary thousands of miles away, his master is simply unreasonable , brother didn't notice anything at all, hey!

But if it weren't for that foolish master, maybe he would have fallen into the underworld now because of that stupid behavior.

Although it has been a year since that incident, it still made him break out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Countless holy clothes, the despicable pleasure of peeping at the memory, the white-haired man in the windbreaker, the intact altar holy clothes, lost blood and the nervous master who suddenly appeared beside him...

He committed an unforgivable crime against the Saint Cloths that day, and every time he thinks about it, he feels ashamed and ashamed. Originally, as long as they absorbed his blood, the Saint Cloths would be reborn, but they did not do so but tried their best to protect them. until the master came to rescue him, and the master himself contributed almost half of his body's blood to keep him alive.

The only way he could think of to redeem his sins was to participate in this jihad as a holy warrior, and the bulging burning sensation coming from inside the holy garment made him tremble like never before.

In addition, what makes people very puzzled is that in the flashing memory of the holy cloth of the altar at that time, besides the senior saints of the previous session, he also saw a young boy with golden hair who was wearing the holy cloth of the altar. In my memory, that boy always looked at his master who was still a young soldier carefully with doting eyes, but in the end the image of that boy was frozen in blood all over his body.

Who is that, and why is Master feeling so sad?

Hibbs...?

Is that boy's name?

Shi On was inexplicably lost in thought. Although the master also told some stories about the jihad that year, he didn't say a word about the blond boy. From the few information he knew, he could feel that the young master The biggest knot comes from the blond boy...

It's not that he never thought about touching the holy cloth of the altar again, but the memory on that holy cloth is too shocking, and it will give him a headache if he touches it... Forget it, his master's body There are too many mysteries, so instead of being curious about them, he obediently followed the order to repair the holy clothes.

A certain elder naturally doesn't know his little apprentice's wild thoughts, he has more important things to do now.

"Lord Goddess!!!"

As soon as I received Sai Qi's small universe point-to-point message, I teleported back to the Pope's Hall in the sanctuary as quickly as possible, and rushed to the little goddess with purple hair and green eyes sitting in the hall.

"Eh?!" Suddenly stunned by a little goddess hugged by a black shadow bear, she raised her head and looked at Sai Qi who was standing by the seat in a daze.

"Brother, I can understand your feelings, but what I want to say is that Lady Athena was frightened by you..." Sage coughed softly, unable to bear to look directly at his brother's gaffe.

"Hey, after all, I haven't seen you for so many years..." I muttered back a few steps and knelt down and began to introduce myself: "Bai Li at the altar, I finally saw you again after more than 200 years. Tired of waiting"

"Bai Li... more than 200 years ago?" The little goddess was surprised but also thoughtful.

"He is also my elder brother, Lord Athena," Sage reminded kindly.

"Brother...Eh brother?!!" The little goddess looked at Sai Qi's wrinkled face and then at my face in disbelief, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Cough, my brother encountered a cough during the last jihad... some accidents, so I can keep my body forever." Sai Qi kept looking at my face when he said this again, and continued after seeing that my face was the same. Go on.

And I touched my face, and found that I forgot to wear a mask today because I was in a hurry to come out, but of course I have to show my true colors in front of the goddess, otherwise it would be bad if I neglected it.

"Bai Li..." After hearing Sai Qi's explanation, the little goddess left her seat and ran in front of me. Just when I was puzzled, she wrapped her arms around my neck and said softly:

"Thank you and... for your hard work..."

In a trance, I seem to see the figure of the previous generation of the goddess in the little goddess. She has always been so gentle and inclusive. It is precisely because of this that I choose to guard the land she loves as a saint. The earth until today, 200 years later.

"It's really a great honor for me to wait by your side to fight for justice and sorrow..." I sighed and patted the little goddess's head.

Just as I was halfway confessing my love to the little goddess and taking advantage of her being moved, I wanted to turn back to Pamir to play, when a deep and hoarse laughter suddenly appeared in the solemn and quiet Pope's Hall.

【Hahaha, justice, as expected of an old and decayed saint warrior who has lived for more than 200 years...】

"?!"

The moment the voice appeared, I subconsciously protected the little goddess behind me, not for any other reason, but because the voice was so familiar that my fists started to itch.

"Yavid..." Seeing the figure appearing in midair accompanied by corpse aura, I announced the name of the person with a gloomy face.

"Long time no see...Master" The man with a face similar to mine took a puff of cigarette, and then spit it on my face...

Spit on my face... on my face...

Yavid, I'm fucking you! ! !

"Ahem..." The little goddess behind her frowned uncomfortably because she couldn't stand the strong smell of smoke.

So I hate bastards who smoke in public, especially in front of children!

Facing his long-absent master, Yavid wanted to say something, but was immediately cut off by the sword of Athena.

"You traitor, you still have the face to come back!!!" Someone went berserk.

The author has something to say: Tell everyone a ghost story, that means school is starting, so there will be no daily updates after this chapter, and the frequency of updates will return to three or four a week... Of course, under the premise of not being stuck_( :з"∠)_

Hey... I haven't had enough fun during the summer vacation...

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