Fist of Imagination

No, even if I can't escape from here, I can't be discovered in this state!

Mu Yigui forcibly raised his inner Qi, and used his Qi to control his body to perform the trick of a spirit dog shaking the water.

With a short burst of strength, he threw away the filth around him, transforming him from a complicit person into a black lotus that emerged from the mud in the toilet and remained unstained.

He groaned, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

The action just now directly caused the meridians to be paralyzed and the qi and blood to flow backwards, but it couldn't be done again. Next, he couldn't do anything.

But it does not matter.

My image is saved!

Now we just need to wait quietly for rescue, be rescued decently, and wait until the martial arts soul is restored to erase the memories of the witnesses. Just do it!

Mu Yigui breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, his two long legs that were stiff as stone suddenly began to tremble violently. The out-of-control leg muscles seemed to have their own ideas, contracting in an incomprehensible way. Knee joints slowly open.

Slowly, but firmly.

Anyone with a little common sense can see that if these two legs continue to walk alone, in more than ten minutes, Mu Yiqi's fate will be to fall face down in a... moor and turn into a foul-smelling mud monster. .

Sun Xunqiao cut off the soul connection shared by Chang Duanxuan, put the Shili Ginkgo on the plate and put down the big spoon in his hand.

The tragic scene made him unable to bear to look at it.

Mu Yigui's silent scream was especially unbearable for him to hear.

The three work-study students were stopped by Liang De on their way back to the grocery store to ask for instructions, and told them to go directly to the public toilet to deal with the problem.

Hong, Heihuang and Huang were picking cleaning tools from the utility room in the school staff's lounge. They would arrive at the battlefield in about three or four minutes.

"Junior brother, please control the work-study student, and I will rescue Lao Mu."

Liang De was surprised to find that at this time, Sun Xunqiao's Qi was condensed like smoke, exuding a determination to break through the waves.

"You want to rescue Brother Gui from the cesspit and then come back to cook?

The current fluctuations of his martial arts soul are chaotic, and they show a strong exclusivity. His body is like an indiscriminate reflective layer, and it is difficult for the golden snake to wrap his hands around it... Senior brother, do you have anyone who can take advantage of it? "

"No."

"Then you can't just walk in and start right away?"

"I don't care about that much anymore."

Love and righteousness are worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Go to the mountain of knives, go to the sea of ​​fire.

As a close friend, what’s the regret?

Sun Xunqiao looked down at his hands. The intertwined palm prints were like absurd fate.

It is precisely because I have a pair of stained eyes that I know that some things cannot be stained.

There are things in this world that you need to protect even if you get your hands dirty.

You won't be able to go in. Junior Brother's vision is still not broad enough.

There is no good or evil in the battlefield. Since the old wood still has the ability to reflect and protect, then I just need to use the palm of my hand to flatten the toilet before the work-study students enter, annihilate all tangible objects, and then blow the old wood out of sight. .

Without the toilet, work-study students don’t have to be teased by their junior brothers.

With that, it's over!

Destroy everything and save everyone, this is my decision, Sun Xunqiao.

"Put the dishes I prepared in the thermal cabinet. I want to go out and do something."

Sun Xunqiao picked up a towel and wiped his hands, and said to the girl in white who was still filling the fish.

"Assistant Professor Sun, can you please go out for a while after I fillet the fish?"

Feng Lielie raised the fish knife as if raising his hand, shook it, and said:

"I went to the football stadium bathroom to help. They haven't done the dirty work, so they won't be able to get up quickly. If it takes too long, the food won't taste good."

She raised her left arm and looked at it with some distress.

"Assistant Teacher Liang dyed my clothes white because they get dirty easily."

Is this youth and friendship?

Sun Xunqiao felt a warm current welling up from the bottom of his heart, warming this cold, cruel and dirty world.

"You don't have to get your hands dirty. I can still fight. Leave it to me."

"Oh..." Feng Lie nodded without knowing why.

He turned around and walked out of the kitchen, mist-like five-color palm power flowing in his hands, gradually forming two destructive white lights.

When he walked outside the house, Liang De blocked his way.

"Brother, can you first put down those two balls of light in your hands that feel very powerful?"

"Junior brother, the master has said, let me do what I want to do."

"All you want to do is be Splatoon?"

"The only person who can save him now is me."

Liang De said: "Brother, I advise you to think clearly before launching, does Brother Gui really want to be rescued by you?

He clearly knew that we were nearby, but he didn't send any signal for help... Do you remember what he said when he left in the afternoon? "

Sun Xunqiao frowned and said, "Did he say anything special?"

"Brother Gui said that he made an appointment with two school girls and won't come back until tomorrow. He asked you not to contact him if you have nothing to do."

Liang De reached back and pointed to the public toilet in the darkness.

"Don't you understand yet? Brother Gui has no school girls and no nightlife. He goes out and wanders around. He just doesn't want to stay with us who know he doesn't care.

At this moment, he had nothing left but his dignity as a man.

As friends, the only thing we can do is pretend that nothing happened and let him face this difficult life alone. "

The white light in Sun Xunqiao's hand went out.

In the end, I still can't save anything...

He lowered his hands and left sadly, failing to see the heaviness and determination that suddenly appeared in Liang De's eyes.

Brother, I'm sorry.

The old man has just turned Brother Gui's video into a semi-public one. Although it is called semi-public, it actually only blocked you.

From the second the video was released, Brother Gui could no longer maintain his dignity.

Now, I can only push this insult to the ultimate level, asking Brother Gui to let go of the girl and cultivate male virtues... Although it will be painful to do so, at least he can continue to live.

As long as you are alive, there will be hope!

Liang De turned on his mobile phone and dialed the school short code to contact Wu Cang who was still in the school workers' lounge.

"Xiaohong, this public toilet cleaning activity is the first appearance of our members of the Wude Project. The school board and Professor Chang attach great importance to it. We must sweep out our style and spirit to achieve a stunning effect.

Therefore, in addition to practical actions, we must also do a good job of supporting publicity.

I have communicated with the school TV station. As soon as you enter the toilet, turn on the camera of your mobile phone and keep the whole live broadcast. Don't miss any corners. Do you understand?"

"Assistant Liang, I understand."

...

In the public toilet cubicle of the football field, Mu Yigui's forward leaning body has formed a 75-degree angle with the ground, and his situation is precarious.

The body and internal energy are unable to move, only the consciousness and the warrior's spiritual perception are still functioning normally.

In the spiritual field, three people holding cleaning tools are approaching his position, and they are holding mobile phones in video mode in their hands.

At the critical moment, Mu Yigui used the method of borrowing the image at the bottom of the box.

The soul can borrow the image, and the consciousness can also borrow the image.

He chose the man who was best at facing desperate situations and creating possibilities from the impossible in his impression.

"If it was Liang De, what would he do now?"

A ray of light burst out from his head, and Mu Yigui's consciousness began to reorganize!