One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

It is not impossible to create your own spells. As a graduate of the Taixue Academy, Yan Lu has a deeper understanding of the word "genius" than most people.

Those people, or...species, normal people have no way to understand their depth, not to mention that there are grades among geniuses, and the geniuses in the Taixue Institute happen to be the top group of geniuses.

——Although Ms. Yan Lu has always thought that she is very different from them, she thinks that she can be rated as an outstanding graduate purely because she is really good at fighting. In the arena, she basically beat her down in no more than ten rounds.And the proud geniuses of the Taixue Academy were unwilling to admit that Yan Lu was weak enough to beat them up, so in the end she won an award for outstanding graduates out of nowhere.

Closer to home, Yan Lu did not doubt too much about the authenticity of self-comprehension of spells due to the blessing of personal experience. There are more than 20 billion people in Jiuhua, and high school students who can create their own spells are nothing, so what she doubts now... a coincidence of this timing sex.

Originally, high school students are strictly forbidden to touch spells without authorization, and it is strictly forbidden to teach high school students to learn spells without reporting. You are lucky. One or two high schools in a small city suddenly know spells. The director of the Education Bureau is afraid that he will have a heart attack. .

"Now that the target is locked, let's seek...the commonality."

Yan Lu put down his phone, looked at the window and muttered to himself: "If there is an anchor point between them to link this coincidence, what would it be... what?"

Her beautiful eyes reflected the faint smoke and dust diffused in the light. In the deep thinking that seemed to be divorced from reality, the information flow in Yan Lu's mind was like a big river rushing, washing away the reef called obstacles in every detail.

In an instant, a thin undercurrent carved out a hole in the reef.

"As a student, you can connect people from two different schools. There are not many factors other than knowing each other when you go out."

"Plus learning... learning this element..."

[His cram school seems to be not only for our school, there are also students from No. [-] Middle School and Wen Gao]

Wu Qiming's... cram school.

"So, although I'm not [-]% sure, it finally led to that guy I can't reach."

Yan Lu rubbed the center of his brows, put his hands together towards Lian Qingjue, and bowed vigorously: "Qingjue, my dear Qingjue, please help! As long as I can trust you to let me chat with that guy named Wu Qiming, I will Breakthrough progress guaranteed!"

"...Even so." Lian Qingjue turned her indifferent pretty face slightly, "In this respect, I also—"

She paused suddenly, then lowered her head and said softly, "Okay, I'll try."

Yan Lu, who could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Ji You, froze for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "You won't be looking for your sister, will you?"

Lian Qingjue froze when she pressed the phone.

She had no choice, but the only person who could be trusted and trusted, after thinking about it, was her sister.

The big girl who knew this waved her hand, and said to stop her: "If you are looking for your sister, forget it, she spends 500 million to entrust us to work, there is no reason to use her contacts to break the situation, if this is the case, the money I can't take it either."

Yan Lu scratched his head, ended this topic casually, and at the same time searched for information about Wu Qiming on the Internet: "Changing the direction, if you want to contact him, you don't have to have contacts, if you really don't believe it...?!?"

"... Yan Lu?" Seeing Yan Lu's whole face suddenly froze, Lian Qingjue was startled, and asked in an unnatural tone, "What's wrong?"

At the same time, Su Mengchuan, who was obsessed with reading student postings and recalling the happy past of her high school, didn't listen to what her aunt was talking about just now, otherwise, when she heard the names Bian Liang and Gu Zheyan, she would have jumped up and yelled that this is The man she dreamed of.

After reading the last month's posts, Su Mengchuan looked at the browser rather reluctantly, and turned to look at Yan Lu: "Auntie, there is nothing useful... Huh? What's wrong with you, Auntie? The expression of people running away."

If it were normal, Yan Lu would have already beaten Su Mengchuan.But now, among the results of Wu Qiming's news she searched, there was a conspicuous note on the screen of the mobile phone that was specially large and marked in red. The urgent news brought by this note made her speechless for a while.

"Dear Yushan citizens, please pay attention to the Class A wanted criminal Wu Qiming who fled from the detention center at 23:[-] am yesterday. Make sure you are absolutely safe before calling the police.”

Below the notice, the photo of the middle-aged man appeared to be gentle and courteous.

Chapter 230 – Prison and City

"Brother, wake up."

The movement outside the door dragged Xiang Sheng out of the chaotic dreamland, the young man rubbed his temples half asleep, the pain on his forehead made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He quickly changed his clothes and pushed open the bedroom door, patted his younger brother on the head: "You go eat first, I'll wash your face."

The boy tugged at his trouser legs, and said pitifully, "Brother, can you eat my share of eggs?"

"No, figure it out yourself." Xiang Sheng yawned and gently pushed the boy's head, and walked into the bathroom.

After he finished washing, the family had already sat at the dining table and started eating breakfast.

His mother babbled to him as usual, and his father, as always, watched TV while drinking porridge, not talking much.

Xiang Sheng, who was still a little sleepy, rubbed his eyes. His mother noticed his son's strangeness, and frowned, "Did you play games before going to bed last night?"

"No, I didn't sleep well."

Xiang Sheng muttered: "Did you have a dream yesterday, your head is a little heavy."

There is always a depression in his heart that has nowhere to go, but no matter what, Xiang Sheng can't find the source of this resentment.

Yesterday, he won the game six times in a row, spent half an hour chatting with the class next door, and the homework did not hinder his fluent completion... Logically speaking, he should feel refreshed.

But the boy didn't think much about it. He glanced at the clock in the living room, lowered his head and picked the porridge and pickled mustard in the bowl, and finished his breakfast in a short time.

Back in his bedroom, Xiang Sheng walked to the door with his shoulder bag on his back, said hello to his family, and then went out to school.

The environment in Yushan is very good, and the air in the morning is extremely fresh. Xiang Sheng, who was still a little tired, took a deep breath, letting the fragrant and fresh air flow into his nasal cavity, and emptying his mind.

He took the egg that was put in a fresh-keeping bag and secretly stuffed into his pocket, and he gnawed on it bit by bit.

The first class of Jiuhua high school students starts at 07:30 in the morning, and Xiang Sheng, as a senior high school student, has to be early anyway, so he has to arrive at the classroom at 8:[-].But even so, he still walked very slowly. After all, he lived in a residential area next to No. [-] Middle School. Even at the speed of an old man walking around, it would take seven or eight minutes at most.

"Meow~"

Maybe it was the aroma of eggs, a civet cat jumped out of the greenery in the residential area and meowed at Xiang Sheng.

But the young man curled his lips, without any intention of feeding, and didn't even bother to look at it.

In his opinion, these stray cats should not appear in the community.Some people use these cats to satisfy their desire to pet cats, and some people use them to show their poor kindness.Xiang Sheng had no opinion on the former, but he scoffed at the latter.

A truly kind person would not let the cat wander in the community, and had already called the shelter.

A stray cat will attract more stray cats, and more stray cats will cause more trouble... Anyone who spends other people's time and energy to pay for his own happiness and kindness is a bastard, Xiang Sheng has always been Have such thoughts.

——So he already contacted a stray animal shelter in Yushan City yesterday, and they should arrest the stray cats in the community today.

Of course, this has nothing to do with kindness, Xiang Sheng just thinks that there will be trouble if there are too many stray cats, that's all.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

When passing by a residential building, a teenager screaming while sprinting down the stairs caught his attention. Xiang Sheng, who was about to finish eating an egg, turned his head and saw his friend and classmate.

"Xiang Sheng?"

Feng Chenghe stopped in front of him with a brake, and quickly pushed his shoulder: "You're still hanging around here, you're going to be late!"

"There are still 8 minutes, so late." Xiang Sheng looked at him speechlessly, "Go slowly, what's the rush."

Feng Chenghe seemed to want to run all the way there, but he couldn't leave Xiang Sheng and rush to class by himself, so he had to slow down and accompany him.

Xiang Sheng glanced at him: "You are in good spirits."

"I slept soundly last night." Feng Chenghe slammed his mouth, his eyes wandered for a while, then he curled up his neck and said furtively to Xiang Sheng, "I dreamed of a beautiful girl yesterday."

"Enough, I know what's going to happen next."

Xiang Sheng raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

"Oh no, there's no such plot, who do you take me for?"

Feng Chenghe punched him rather dissatisfied: "Chunai's fine!"

"...pure love?"

"That's right." The young man closed his eyes happily, reminiscing about the hazy and ambiguous scene, "I feel like I'm lying on the bed, and she is gently touching my head, that little hand is warm, hehehehehe... It feels like my brain is melting gone."

Xiang Sheng's expression was weird, and he always felt that there was something wrong that couldn't be explained. In the end, it could only be attributed to his friend's demented appearance, which was a bit disgusting.

So he blurted out: "Don't be perverted, you will be touched on the head in a dream after this, and you can only be at the top."

This extremely vicious curse made Feng Chenghe furious, he wrestled with the guy who couldn't spit out ivory, and cursed him while hammering his back: "Xiang Sheng, you ungrateful bastard... Why did I drag you back from the side of the road to save your dog’s life, I should have watched you die!”

"Chuangshi? If you refuse to save me, I will run to your house that night and take you down with me."

"I'm a pure-yang boy, afraid of you being a weak little brat?"

"You Chunyang boy is such an ass, you don't dare to watch ghost movies, even if I stand in your room with the curtains on, you have to be able to scare me away."

The teenagers were playing and playing in the early morning sun, the warm light scratched the fine down on their faces, coating them with a faint brilliance.The morning breeze lifted their steps, and they walked along the long road covered with warm light.

Some old people in sportswear wiped the sweat off their foreheads with wristbands, and trotted past them, their neat and thick white hair shining brightly; some children stayed up early in the morning and kicked their legs hard Riding a small three-wheeled toy car in the aisle, gliding "oooooooooooooooooooooo"; there are fifth middle school students like them, holding hot steamed buns in their hands, shaking their heads while gnawing, and the earphone cables dance along with them.

The women who get up early to keep the house hang the washed clothes outside to dry, and the fragrance of washing powder is lingering and fleeting; the cart peddler not far away is selling glutinous rice for five yuan, surrounded by four or five people, People of different ages don’t necessarily buy them for themselves; the bird standing on the pole tilted its head and bounced, and after a while it flew up again, facing the sun and flying towards the fifth middle school where people feed it every day.

The teenagers hugged each other's necks, and they didn't worry about whether they would be late, nor did they feel that their homework was heavy, and they were not anxious about the upcoming exam that was the most meaningful in their lives, because they lived The world gave them confidence—a confidence that if you treat life with enthusiasm, life will treat you with enthusiasm.

Xiang Sheng loves this kind of life and world, so even if he has a special Yuanling affinity physique, he is different from those equally "special" classmates. He does not yearn for the mysterious and unknown world, nor is he interested in launching a grand and mighty Zheng Cheng, for him, the lazy life among the many residential buildings is perfect enough.

"Hey, Xiang Sheng, have you finished your homework?"

"You don't even write your fucking homework!"

"No, I forgot one, and I will copy the history later."

"You bastard."

Xiang Sheng mumbled and stopped, rummaged through his schoolbag for his history homework, and said cursingly: "If you copy the subjective questions as they are, be careful that I will blow your head to pieces. I don't know if there is Feng Chenghe...Feng Chenghe? "

Xiang Sheng was puzzled by someone who didn't answer. He took out his history homework, looked up at his friend, and pushed his shoulder hard: "What are you doing so stupid all of a sudden, take it."

"...Wu, Teacher Wu?"

But Feng Chenghe, who just stared blankly in front of him, said such words.

For some reason, Xiang Sheng suddenly felt an uncontrollable chill that clenched his stomach tightly.

The boy turned his head stiffly and mechanically, and saw the teacher who was always gentle and polite before him standing in front of him.

He was facing the sun, his face and body were all shrouded in shadow.

"Copying homework is not a good thing, Chenghe." His teacher said with a smile, "It needs to be corrected."

"Um...ah, I...sorry..."

Feng Chenghe responded blankly, at this moment he didn't know what to say.

"Xiang Sheng, you too."

Wu Qiming's eyes fell on the boy, and he said in his usual gentle voice: "Copying homework to your friend is not helping him."

Xiang Sheng's Adam's apple twitched.

"……teacher."

He slowly put the book back into the bag, closed the zipper, and asked dryly, "If I remember correctly, you should... have been taken to the detention center, right?"

"...Um...ah?!" Feng Chenghe was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized—isn't Teacher Wu arrested?Then the person in front of them...

"The police arrested the wrong person." Wu Qiming smiled, "Didn't this let me out?"

"Then why, Mr. Wu, you didn't go to school now, but came to us instead?"

"This..."

Wu Qiming nodded thoughtfully: "It's not easy to answer. If I have to say something, it should be..."

At this moment, his voice suddenly changed, as if overlapping with something....

Evil, chaotic... vicious.

The overlapping voices seemed to come from a dream——

"……suitable."

boom--!

Xiang Sheng threw the schoolbag directly at Wu Qiming's face, grabbed Feng Chenghe's wrist without hesitation, turned around and ran wildly, and at the same time shouted hoarsely: "Help! Help! Help!"

However, a few seconds later, he found himself... still in the shadows.

Under the shadow of that "Wu Qiming".

He's just... just walking in place.

"As expected...his Taoism, even in this era, can be used so perfectly."

"Wu Qiming" stretched out his hand, and gently grabbed the heads of Xiang Sheng and Feng Chenghe.

"It's a pity." He, still it, sighed, "Time doesn't wait for me, if there are a few more days, it will be too late."

"And there seems to be something more terrifying in this city. Do you have any other backers? Ji Tianhe."

"Forget it, anyway, I've already lost once, it's not a big deal, hehehehe..."

It looked down at the two terrified teenagers, and said very gently: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"I don't have any ability to hurt you, all I can do is just magnify something."