Who made you not earnestly create the world!

The blond-haired boy really felt that he was an imposing creator god, and it was okay to argue with a few human children; but he thought about it, if he didn't take revenge, where would he put his face?

Moreover, he still felt quite uncomfortable being plotted against by a few human children.

So the blond boy took his two younger brothers to prepare for revenge.

Of course, only Asa and Jacob, a few human children, will do the work. The blond boy doesn't even bother to teach them by himself, they don't have such a big face.

Every campus has a grove, and this grove is often a good place to settle personal grievances or do some shady things.

The blond boy was leaning on a tree trunk and looked up boredly at the lush green leaves above, but what he heard was the miserable screams and the sound of fists hitting the flesh.

The voice gradually subsided, and the blond boy looked over lazily: "Finished?"

For the convenience of taking off his robe, Asa only had a white shirt on his upper body, and the sleeves were rolled up high. He wiped the sweat from his face, and the corner of his mouth was bruised. He twisted his wrist and complained: "It's been a long time since I've had a fight, what? The technology has declined.”

Jager didn't even break a drop of sweat, and said contemptuously: "These guys are too useless, crying and calling mom after punching down, it's so boring to fight."

Several first-year students from the Alchemy Department were lying on the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, weeping and crying, very ugly.

One of the teenagers looked at them bitterly: "My brother is a sixth-grade student in the academy, and he is an official second-tier mage! He will avenge me, and I want you to kneel down and make amends!"

Asa and Jager frowned, and the blond boy said slowly, "Since I can do it, I'm not afraid of offending people, let alone a second-level mage, even if your brother is a sage, I will still beat you."

Another boy screamed: "Really? My grandfather happens to be a holy man! Since you speak so loudly, I will let you try the consequences of offending the holy man!"

Countless water balloons appeared on the heads of those boys, and the water balloons burst with a bang, drenching them all over. The blond boy said with a half-smile, "I'll wait."

Seeing those teenagers helping each other to leave, Asa said worriedly: "Is it really okay? If that person's grandfather is really a holy man..."

As long as he reveals his true identity, even the Fasheng will not dare to do anything to him and Yage, but the blond boy...

"So what about Fa Sheng?" The blond boy squinted his eyes slightly to look at the dazzling sun in the blue sky, "It's good to be here, I just need someone to practice." He was worried that he couldn't measure his strength recovery Where are you?Fa Sheng?It might not be enough to put a gap between your teeth when you come.

"Class time is almost here, let's go back." The blond boy said lazily.

During class, the blond boy did not see those students in the classroom, but the eyes of the students in the class were obviously wrong.

The blond boy rested his chin with one hand, slightly curved the corner of his mouth, feeling strangely happy.

Others can beat the villainous big boss through time travel. As the world's top big boss, he has not even had a guy who dares to talk to him since he was born in this world. Now this feeling of being regarded as the enemy by the grassroots is really true. Quite novel and interesting.

And after school, he was besieged at the entrance of the courtyard as expected, and the people who besieged him turned out to be a group of sixth-grade students from the Ministry of Magic.

After their verbal insults and threats, the blond boy said calmly: "It's not convenient here, how about we find a place where there are no people and solve it slowly?"

Hearing this sentence, the sixth graders agreed with a sneer. They didn't believe that a first-year student from the Alchemy Department could defeat a group of sixth-year seniors from the Ministry of Magic. They just wanted to find a place to teach this arrogant guy a lesson. This guy is willing to cooperate with them and is happy to save the effort of coercion.

Two hours later, none of the sixth graders was spared and lay in the medical room of the college.

Their class tutor hurried over and asked the tutor in the medical room with an ugly face: "How is it?"

"It looks serious, but it's just a skin trauma. Just go to the church and ask a priest to perform holy light treatment." The medical instructor said in a relaxed tone after pouring a bottle of healing potion into each of the students.

When the students saw their class teacher coming, they all shrunk their necks and pretended to be dead, not daring to take a breath.

The teacher of the sixth grade water class looked at their injuries with an ugly expression, and then his expression became even uglier: "It was caused by lightning magic. There are only a few lightning magicians in the academy. Why do you have nothing to provoke them!" I don't know the lightning system Are mages a group of highly aggressive guys? !It's just a matter of minutes to play water polo to death with you guys!

"That's just a first-year alchemy department freshman!" A student retorted.

Their class teacher laughed angrily: "Hey, it's fine for you group of official sixth-grade mages to beat up a first-year alchemy department student, but you are so embarrassed to say it?! Shame on me, if I, I would have jumped into the river to kill myself!"

The group of sixth graders all blushed and were too embarrassed to say anything.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, the medical instructor left and went to the church to invite the priest.

After sending the medical tutor away, the tutor of the sixth grade water class looked down at his group of students who were lying on the hospital bed in a miserable state with their arms folded: "Tell me, what's going on?"

After listening to the students talking in a hurry, the teacher of the water class was thoughtful: "He introduced you into a big magic circle of the thunder department? Just a first-year student from the alchemy department?"

"We didn't expect that kid to have a premeditated plan! I just said, why did you take us to the grove so readily, so we found someone who was prepared!" One of the students beat the bed angrily, and the wound wailed Call.

His mentor sneered: "Why, you are allowed to bully the small with the big, and the few with the more, so that others are not allowed to be prepared?"

The students choked and blushed again from shame.

The tutor of the sixth grade water department class said angrily: "Okay, it's just a group of first graders and classmates quarreling with each other. What are you group of seniors trying to do? Do you want to be ashamed of bullying the younger like this? That's the end of the matter. If I find out that you guys make do with it, then none of you will even think about graduating next year!"

Seeing the students showing unwilling and resentful expressions, their class teacher darkened his face: "Did you hear that?!"

Only then did the students reluctantly agree.

At night, Asa looked at the blond boy in surprise: "That is really a thunder-type magic circle? I saw that you thought it was an ordinary water-type magic circle when you drew it at noon!"

The blond boy turned a page of the book and said without raising his head: "Thunder type attacks are stronger. Water type magic circles can't kill them all at once. It will be troublesome if they have the power to fight back. And the thunder type , although the attack power is strong, but as long as the power of the magic circle is weakened, it will only leave some skin wounds and make them lose their combat effectiveness." What's the matter with the power, the voltage of the magic circle can't even be used by home appliances. Not enough, how many people in modern times have not been touched by home appliances.

"You can use the offensive magic circle so quickly? I heard that you can only learn it after the third grade!" Heyman looked at the blond boy in surprise.

Jager was very worried: "Will those people come to trouble you again? Or, we will pick you up after school? The young master and I are quite experienced in fighting."

Asa nodded again and again: "That's right, that's right, Jacob and I have been fighting since childhood."

"Don't worry," the blond boy looked up from the book, his tone was slightly cheerful, "I didn't read so many books for nothing."

He really learned a lot from the books about the tricks of the shady people.

When the news spread the next day, everyone looked at the blond boy in a different way.

Especially the younger brother of the second-tier sorcerer in the sixth grade. When he saw the blond boy, he wanted to jump up and take a bite, but he was too scared to get close.

But the blond boy has not changed at all, he still lives a boring and regular life in the teaching building, library, and dormitory every day, and every day he "met" with the blond boy in the library. It's the blond boy who keeps asking him for help every day without giving up.

Enos suffers from headaches every day. The blond boy gives him psychological counseling, but every time he faces the cold face of the blond boy, he feels a stomach ache. Let’s just leave it alone. He loves so badly that Enos can only say nothing to keep the blond boy from being troubled by others.

In the entire Alchemy Department, Enos's words still carry a lot of weight.

So in the whole class, as long as there is a blond boy present, the atmosphere will be extremely stagnant and depressing, and the students in the class are increasingly dissatisfied with the blond boy.

The isolated blond boy didn't react at all, but relaxed. Whether he had a good relationship with the classmates in the class had nothing to do with him, anyway, he wouldn't stay in this class for long.

This day happened to be the college's day off, and the three teenagers stopped the blond boy before he went to the library.

"No." The blond boy refused expressionlessly.

Heyman disagreed and said, "How long has it been since you left the academy? It's a rare day off, what's wrong with going out for a walk."

"Also, haven't you used up your ink and notebook? It's different when the time comes and you have to go out to buy them. We can't tell if things are good or bad." Asa spread his hands.

The blond boy struggled for a moment, but nodded in agreement.Not only pen and ink, the blond boy also planned to buy some alchemy materials.

After reading the books for so long, the blond boy has learned a lot about the various magic theories and structures in the mortal world. He is planning to practice after reading some books in his hand, so he has to go to the street to buy experimental materials up.

There were still people coming and going on the commercial street, and the blond boy kept frowning as he walked on the street, obviously displeased.

That's why he didn't like going out of the academy, he hated when people crowded on top of him.

Displeased, the blond-haired boy sped up his purchases. Fortunately, what the blond-haired boy needed were only some elementary alchemy materials, so the purchase process went smoothly.

Asa suddenly became interested in an alchemy item on a street stall, and was discussing it with Heyman and Jager enthusiastically. The blond boy knew at a glance that it was just an alchemy defense item with a water curtain technique, so he was not very interested. , was standing aside boredly.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

A boy with dark brown hair was quickly shuttling through the crowd, cursing and grinning.Suddenly, he was pulled, and when he was about to break free without looking, his eyes suddenly went dark as if covered by a piece of cloth, and a cold voice said, "Don't move if you don't want to be caught."

Hearing this, the boy really didn't move.

The cloth covering his head was being pulled, the boy's eyes lit up, and he saw a very beautiful face, although it was far less beautiful than the guys he usually saw, but for some reason, the boy was dumbfounded and stared at it closely He stared at the face of the blond boy.

The blond boy who took off his coat put the coat on the boy and said, "Stay here well, don't run around, I'll come back later."

After finishing speaking, the blond boy left the dark alley.

The blond boy returned to Asa and the others, and Hyman was a little surprised: "Where is your robe?"

"I lent it to someone else." The blond boy in a white shirt and black trousers said lightly.

Seeing that the blond boy obviously didn't want to explain, the three boys didn't ask any further questions, and continued to chatter around the stall.

The blond boy glanced around casually, and sure enough, he saw a group of members of the Holy See in white robes appearing on the street, holding some instruments in their hands.

The blond boy vaguely heard them say, "Strange, there's no response?"

"Could it be not here?"

"Then let's chase after it over there!"

Slightly lowering his eyes, the blond boy was not in a hurry to go to that alley, but stood there with a thoughtful expression.

Suddenly, the eyes dimmed, and the blond boy looked up, and a handsome priest in a white robe was looking at him with a surprised expression: "It's really you? I thought I made a mistake."

The blond boy stared at him for a while before he remembered, isn't this the priest who pulled him into the church to listen to the preaching?

Thinking of the preacher that made his skin crawl all over, the blond boy nodded coldly: "Hello."

The white-robed priest smiled very kindly and gently: "May my god bless you, good afternoon, child."

The blond boy couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling quite embarrassed and ridiculous in his heart.

"Son, did you see a boy with dark brown hair? He looks about seven or eight years old."

Seeing the blond boy shaking his head, the white-robed priest was not disappointed, and said gently, "My name is Mitchell, and I am a high-ranking priest of the Holy See. May I know your name?"

"My name is Fidel," said the blond boy.

"Then Mr. Fidel, how about you come to see me in the church when you have time?" The white-robed priest saw that the blond boy frowned obviously displeased, smiled, and said, "Well, goodbye, Mr. Fidel." , may God bless you."

"Goodbye, Priest Mitchell." The blond boy said expressionlessly.

After seeing the white-robed priest disappear into the crowd, the blond boy went to the previous alley.

There was no one in the dark alley.

The author has something to say:

Cough, in the last chapter, I asked the girls to guess, but many girls guessed that it was Beria. This shocked the author so much about Beria's popularity. Is the sick girl really cute?

Well, now the reminder is out, girls, guess who it is again~~_(:зゝ∠)_

Damn!Jinjiang, you gave the author another convulsion! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Every day is such a convulsion, is your family in charge of the three? !If you don't give the author every day "The article has not been reviewed and the operation is not allowed", will you die? !Will you die? !