Honorary title of the system

Chapter 146

What a group of pathetic children, Andre can imagine how these people are treated in the family.

Maybe they have a powerful parent so that they can live comfortably, but for the people of Nanling Continent, without the strongest strength, everything else is imaginary.

Thinking of this, Andre began to imagine a scene that was so evocative: Yun Yun was bullied by family members and ridiculed by slaves because of his poor talent. . . . . .

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes?" The boys in hard clothes over there couldn't help cursing when they saw the look in Andre's eyes. They were very familiar with what it was.

So they shouted: "If I don't beat you down today, I will take your last name. Brothers, let's go."

While speaking, he also said to the prison guard standing inside the room: "You can go out, remember what happened today, no one can talk about it."

Andre looked at the roaring fists, he didn't panic at all, although he could no longer use his soul power, but for him, physical power was also very powerful.

As everyone who practices the same technique, everyone is very clear about each other's fighting methods, but Andre is a little different.

He is not someone who completely relies on family skills, and he himself has a new and different way of attacking.

Looking at the fist slapped on his face, Andre's dynamic vision was very clear. He just turned his head slightly, and at the same time he punched the attacker back with force.

If the shackles hadn't weakened his strength, this punch could have beaten the man beyond his ability to take care of himself.

"Damn it, let's go up together and see how he becomes the leader." The leader boy shouted, and he rushed forward with the lead.

There was a hideous look on his face, and he looked like he really wanted to hit Andre.

As for the other people, they also felt more or less hideous, but they couldn't compare to the young man who took the lead.

Andre suddenly figured out, what's the difference between this and his former self.

Because of lack of strength, I always study hard, because I believe that hard work can make up for weakness, and the early bird gets the food first.

When others spend ten hours a day reading, he spends twenty hours reading.

It's just that as he got older, Andre had already realized that he didn't have the talent for reading, and gradually became lazy, and reading didn't suit him at all.

If it's just a simple time travel, Andre believes that he won't achieve much, maybe he will really live his life quietly and peacefully.

The young man in front of him seemed to be himself back then, but he chose to give up, and while this young man chose to give up, he still did not forget his original intention.

Maybe he chose to give up because he was not reconciled, and it became like this after other family members denied it.

"Stop hitting, I have an opinion, will you listen?" Andre said after dodging an attack.

He was already tired of this kind of child-like fighting. He didn't have any rules at all, he was just like a gangster, he could hit people as he could.

"What's your opinion?" The boy waved his hand to make the others stop, and said panting.

He is really too tired, if not, he will not stop being tired.

"Do you want to become stronger?" Andre said,

"Are you a fool? Then I am happy?" The young man's face turned white and red, and he rushed forward again regardless of his physical strength.

Andre then pressed him to the ground. This guy was really impulsive, but he had no brains either.

"I have a way to make you stronger, do you want to learn?" Andre pressed his hands on him to keep him from moving.

"Bah, what can you teach me for a loser like you, it's ridiculous!" The young man laughed, with a hint of disdain on his face, "I'm not interested in playing with you anymore, let me go, or be careful Served by torture."

Andre whispered in his ear: "I really have a way, you can go and check my strength before I disappeared." After speaking, Andre smiled and let him go.

Soon, the prison guards came in and brought Andre back to the cell.

On the other side, several teenagers surrounded the boy with the highest status and asked, "Brussels, what did he tell you?"

Brussels shook his head and said: "Some nonsense, it's not worth mentioning. By the way, I have something to do, let's go first."

After finishing speaking, he left on his own, leaving behind a group of teenagers looking at each other in confusion in the wind.

After Brussels left, he went home directly, just like usual, eating and drinking, and giving a lesson to his high-ranking father casually, saying something like not knowing how to make progress.

It's just that today he is different from usual, he looks a little absent-minded and preoccupied.

"Are you listening?" Brussels' father looked at his son sternly, "If you are not talented, you have to work harder. What do you mean by going out to play every day?"

"Dad, I have a question to ask you." Brussels said suddenly.

Usually at this time, he listened to his father's lectures in silence, but today's abnormality made Brussels' father look at him with some doubts: "What question, you can ask."

"What kind of man is that Andre in the prison?" Brussels said.

"What kind of person? Just like that, a collateral child who wants to betray the family. Hmph." Brussels' father said.

"No, what I want to ask is, how did his strength die, and the comparison between the past and the present." Brussels corrected the question he wanted to ask.

His father didn't think much about it. It happened that he had participated in the investigation of the Andre incident and understood him quite well.He said: "How is it? Three months ago, he was still a bronze rank soul master, and he seemed to have accomplished nothing, but what puzzled me was that three months later, he became a silver intermediate level, and There are also all kinds of weird Horcruxes, if you don't pay attention, ordinary golden soul masters may carry them in his hands."

"What? You're interested in him!"

"No, I'm just asking casually. I have a good understanding of what my father said, and I'm just practicing hard now." Brussels seized an opportunity and ran out quickly.

"This kid, you must talk about him next time."

. . . . .

Brussels, who ran back to his room, couldn't help being dumbfounded, skipping a section for three months and then skipping a level, isn't this something a genius can do.

Why would a person who is obviously as talented as himself have such an ability.

Could it be that the method he said really exists?Maybe I should go to him and ask.

(End of this chapter)