I won again lying down today [Zhongyingmei]

Carl was stuck in the bathroom with a blank face, motionless, stretched out two claws, and washed.

Although Neri is already a full-fledged tyrant, killing people without blinking an eye, but in fact, few people know that the imperial tyrant Karl.

Arrogant and fierce, cold and cruel, but in fact he is not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately.

He once abolished the law and re-enacted it because he was dissatisfied with the system, and he also slaughtered the opposing voices because of political differences.

But in fact, despite this, Karl has a very inconspicuous little habit-he rarely moves those who are willing to obey him, or in other words, those who have good intentions for him.

Although Karl doesn't think so, it is undeniable that he did.

Perhaps because of the kindness and light he had when he was young, even though he has already stood high above the empire, he still retains such an inconspicuous little habit.

Can't forget, can't change.

That's why, facing the little girl who hurried out to take him away and tried to protect him, he didn't kill her, but instead remained extremely calm, waiting to see her next move.

Maybe, Karl thought, she'd leave him behind as he ran out of the street, or maybe she'd take him further away from the group of people who were trying to beat him up.

Or, if she was more sympathetic, she might leave him a jujube, a common fruit that is extremely common in the wild and has shriveled after being left for a day.

Carl saw the little girl's wrist, the small bag of tangled, dehydrated, lonely fruit.

But no matter which possibility it is, it doesn't matter, Carl thought, for this kind of bad thing-although it is to save him, it also prevents him from killing those little girls who are slum borers.

He won't kill her, and if he is destined to meet her in the future, he might not mind, and give her a fluffy cream cake as a thank you.

But the moment she let him go, he would go back, step by step, and wipe out those who were extremely evil and wantonly bullied him when he was young.

But Karl's plan ultimately fell through.

The little girl ran with him for a long distance, until she was out of breath, then stopped with him, and then slipped into a fruit shop on the street.

She is obviously familiar with the owner of the fruit shop. After entering, she folded her palms together and acted like a little bee before she entered, "Mrs. Joanna, my brother and I were hunted down by people, those people are super scary. "

"We want to hide here for a while, to see if they catch up, secretly, and we will never be discovered, okay?" She begged, her voice as soft as cotton candy.

The younger brother Karl, who took over temporarily, was a little stiff.

He wanted to deny it, but in the next second, the little girl came to dawdle him again, her voice was soft, although it was coaxing, it was actually more like coquettish: "Brother, Mrs. Joanna is super super nice, let's hide for a while, don't be afraid."

Carl: "..."

He raised his head to look at the old woman with a gloomy complexion and an unpleasant smell from the corners of her eyes and brows, but found that after hearing this, she turned her head away and said nothing.

That is to say, there is no intention to object.

Karl couldn't help but feel very grateful.

Over the years, he has rarely been interested in anything, and because of this, he has a little more patience.

He was taken by the little girl to a small room, perhaps her lounge in the fruit shop, and then he was held and pressed on a seat covered with a soft blanket.

The chair was short, so she also squatted down, lowered her head, and took out the small bag containing jujube.

Carl looked at her calmly.

I saw her burying her head in a pile of jujubes, searching for a long time, her eyes lit up, and she took out a small, green, not very good-looking apple from it.

Around Karl, who was used to seeing good things, at this moment, he couldn't help showing a little surprise in his beautiful eyes.

You know, this was a slum where supplies were extremely scarce more than 20 years ago.

It takes a long time to work for such a small, inconspicuous apple.

Most people are reluctant to eat such a good thing. Even if they are willing, they can be cut into small pieces and can be eaten for a long time.

Carl's eyes flickered slightly.

He had a faint premonition in his heart, the little girl suddenly took out her apple, naturally it would not be for no reason.

Carl guessed, if his guess was right, this generous little girl who met by chance might want to quietly share a piece of his treasure with him.

Because of this possible move, the hard and cold heart of the emperor of the empire was rarely softened a little, because of the rare piece of apple that was given as a gift in this unexpected encounter more than 20 years ago.

He thought that it would not be impossible for him to protect the kind little girl under his wings when he regained power.

After all, he is Karl, the omnipotent god of the empire. He has a clear distinction between likes and dislikes.

Thinking of this, Karl's ice-blue eyes slightly lowered, appearing softer.

Then in the next second, all his guesses were overturned.

He saw the little girl running into the sink, lowered her head, and washed the little apple carefully, then ran over and grabbed his.

She said softly: "You wait here for a while, eat something, I'll go out and have a look, don't be afraid." She said, without hesitation, she put the little apple into Karl's little palm, and touched it comfortingly. his head.

This is what it means to keep him alone.Carl suddenly felt interesting, and he couldn't help but sit up a little bit upright, a figure full of caring was reflected in his beautiful blue eyes.

What else does she want to do next?what else can i do

For a little beggar who has never met before but just met by chance, what step can she do?

It has to be said that Carl became curious like never before.

He sat alone in the rest room, ate a jujube and an apple.

The apple was extremely unpalatable, sour and astringent, with only a little bit of sweetness. It was a fruit carefully cultivated in the palace, and it had a special taste that was incomparable.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the hidden door of the rest room opened, and the little girl walked in, patted her chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She whispered: "No one came after us, maybe we ran too fast." She walked over and squatted down halfway, her beautiful eyes were shining, as if they could glow.

Cal looked straight at her calmly, and she wiped her dusty eyes with her cool fingers.

"You...what's your name?" She raised her head slightly and asked in a low voice, looking a little cautious.

Karl knew what she was worried about. Whether the children who lived at the bottom of the slums could have a name depended on luck.

She asked carefully, but did not ask bluntly "Do you have a name?", because she was worried about hurting the young man's perhaps sensitive and fragile self-esteem.

Karl himself didn't care about these things, but he had to say that such a polite move left a good impression on him.

He didn't want to say it at first, but he heard his own faint voice: "Carl."

It's a not very common name.

After finishing speaking, Karl heard the little girl's small voice full of surprise: "Ka...Karl? Your name is Karl?"

Ah Yan looked in surprise at the dusty, disheveled young man in front of him, who was barely recognizable.

Indeed, I couldn't recognize him, this is the elegant, noble, and ice-cold aristocratic judge in the information, after more than twenty years.

But once he found out that it was him, it didn't seem so unacceptable, or surprised, after all, there are not many people who can have such a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Ah Yan looked at Little Carl's ashen face, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed. She wiped her clean seriously, and was too focused, so she couldn't see the boy's eyes that drooped for a moment, and the pupils became deeper and deeper.

Karl realized something was wrong the moment the little girl showed surprise. You know, the name Karl is not common, but she doesn't seem to be unfamiliar either.

On the contrary, it seemed that he had heard about it, and through him, he was looking at another person.

Karl was sure that he had never seen this girl before, and he was also sure that she had never seen him, otherwise she would not have looked at her so nostalgic and unfamiliar.

Karl figured she might have had a brother named Karl once, or something.

It's just that some accident happened, and she lost her Karl, which made her feel extremely touched when she saw herself with the same name.

Sure enough, when she looked over again, the little girl's eyes were filled with distress and reluctance. She hesitated for a while, then came over and asked in a low voice, "Do you have a place to go? If not, you...you go home with me." ?"

Of course not.

Carl thought blankly.

Then in the next second, his disobedient mouth, in a series of pitiful "Are you okay? Can you go home with me" voices, uncontrollably:

"it is good."

This agreement was blurted out, making people unable to repent. The emperor of the empire, who has been in power for 20 years and has never been disobeyed, turned dark in an instant.

Carl: Did he offend the dreaded babe?

……

The scarier thing than being involuntary is being blocked in the bathroom by a coquette, and you have to wash his face, wash his face.

Karl looked at the glass mirror above the sink expressionlessly, and his figure was clearly reflected in the glass mirror.

It was a very delicate and immature face of a young man.

Without his familiar strong body, and without his mature, hard lines that belonged to an adult Carl's face, at this time, from the outside, he was just a 12-year-old boy.

Also because of poverty, he often doesn't have enough to eat, and looks a little thinner than ordinary children.

It's no wonder that the little girl always looked at him with distressed eyes. She didn't see him as a boy at all, but as if she was looking at a child regardless of gender.

Karl thought that the Karl who was sheltered by her in the past must be a very happy person.

But it doesn't matter, he is not jealous or envious, maybe because these are irrelevant, or maybe because he can have these things.

Instead of wasting time blaming others, it would be better to...

Why not?Karl calmly looked at the little girl who wrapped his hands into the towel seriously, and he didn't want to think about it anymore.

It's good to live a high life, but it's not bad to be born again and experience a life that you have never felt before.

Yes, that's another important thing.

Although he doesn't know exactly what happened, Karl is almost certain that he was reborn, or that he returned to his youth in an instant.

Perhaps it was because of his cruel behavior that the gods were angry and he was punished.

Or maybe someone really couldn't understand his tyranny and assassinated him. In addition, maybe it was the mysterious energy that he dismissed that once affected him.

But no matter what, the facts were right in front of him, it was incredible, his time seemed to go back.

The light above the head was folded on the glass mirror, pale and bright, Carl looked at the mirror, and was dazzled accidentally.

He frowned slightly, couldn't help being lost in thought, distracted by thinking about the current situation.

But in the next second, he has no time to take care of these.

The girl blocking him doesn't look very old, especially because of the oriental, she looks a little small.

This made her look the same no matter how old she was, like a delicate porcelain doll.

The style is so sturdy.

Karl didn't move, and after being led by her to wash him obediently, she simply pinched his paws again, hula hula received water and sent it to his face.

Small, cold drops of water trickled down the young man's delicate chin.

The cold tyrant Karl's heart trembled slightly.

The little girl didn't know his struggles, and after washing him for nothing, she picked up a towel and wiped his face, and even stretched his worn, dusty clothes.

She didn't dislike the young man's embarrassment and desperation at all, she never let go of him Nuannuan, after washing him, she brought him to the dining table covered with floral tablecloth.

She brought rough but carefully cooked food, looked at him with her chin in her hand, and said softly, "Carl, if you stay, you will be my brother from now on, okay?"

Carl paused slightly with his fingers holding the spoon, he thought, of course it's not good.

Not to mention that he will not stay in the slums for a long time, just say that he has to clean up and kill a bunch of people in advance, so it is not suitable to stay in one place for a long time.

But perhaps sensing his resistance, the coquettish girl started acting like a demon again. She lay on the table, bit by bit, rubbing against her like a caterpillar.

"Stay here, okay?"

"it is good."

"..."

……

Karl was forced to have an additional identity, an identity that could eat sweet and soft food every meal, sleep until dawn, and no longer have to worry about being in a fixed place.

The little girl felt sorry for him, and she didn't wake him up every day when she was working, she just left enough food and some money for him on the table in the living room.

Karl didn't talk to her or do anything, waiting for her to get tired of it.

But she didn't, and there was still a post-it note on the refrigerator every day, with round handwriting, full of worry in her heart and eyes.

She seemed worried that the dark days in the ghetto would warp Carl's mind, so she tried to do something about it.

She left a message to tell Carl what she had seen and heard all day. She was originally a happy little girl, and in her eyes, there was nothing wrong with the world.

Even the withered grass on the ground, the half-bent flowers on the branches, and the shriveled or round jujubes in the suburbs are all indescribable.

These masculine notes later appeared in Karl's bedroom one by one, and with them, there may be a bouquet of dried flowers, or a beautiful pebble.

It's hard to imagine that people who are struggling in the slums can live their lives like this, and she has never felt disgusted.

After being raised by the little girl for a week, Carl put down a thick stack of sticky notes, paused for a while, and went out.

When he came out, it happened to be early in the morning when the sun had just risen.

Ah Yan was carrying a bag, holding it, and was about to go out. Before leaving, he was still holding a blank note, and was pasting it on the dilapidated refrigerator.

She seemed glad to see Carl, in fact, because the boy was never awake when she left, or he was fast asleep when she came back.

Apart from the very beginning, there were actually few meetings and conversations between them.

So when seeing Carl go out, Ah Yan looked very happy.

Compared with the first time we met, the boy at this time has changed a lot. He is wearing clean clothes, his eyes are clear, and he looks tall and straight, like a growing pine.

Ah Yan put down the note and saw that his collar was folded up again, so he went to tidy him seriously, and while tidying up, he said softly, "Karl, you're up."

Here again, here again.

Carl thought blankly, he hadn't spoken much for a week, and he was still a terrible coquette in essence.

Having said that, he still bent down a little to make it easier for her to move, and then said uncontrollably, "Yeah."

Following his answer, a new question rang out: "Then is there anything you want to do today?" As he spoke, Ah Yan took off his backpack and watched his movements, hoping to get him money.

Sure enough, in the next second, Karl saw the little girl take out her wallet seriously, took out two full of her property, and handed it to him.

This is all the money she earns after going out early and returning late, but she doesn't feel sorry for her.

She just looked at him distressedly, and whispered: "Carl, do whatever you want, don't be unhappy."

Carl didn't move, just stared at the white and warm finger and the money inside that she handed over.

Wouldn't she be distressed?Carl thought, of course not, it's just that the object of her distress is not money.

This recognition made Carl feel a little happy for the first time, and because of this, he was always cold, and his motionless lips were pursed a little, like melting ice.

The subtle changes were caught by Ah Yan, who blinked and couldn't help being happy.

In fact, these days, Ah Yanchou will be worried to death

The.

What she can come into contact with, the Karl 20 years later in the data, is cold, powerful, and invincible.

He is already a piece of ice that cannot be melted, extremely hard and powerful, everyone wants to look at him, unable to touch his edge.

But after seeing the teenage boy Carl, Ah Yan realized that those brilliance and achievements were all bought with the blood and tears of the little Carl in the slum.

When Ah Yan saw him, he couldn't smile anymore, and was being pressed on the shoulder and kicked away like a discarded bottle cap.

Every time Ah Yan thinks of that scene, he can't help but feel distressed, especially when he occasionally looks into the eyes of little Karl, and sees that the originally bright and bright pupils become dark and dark.

I just couldn't help but want to scold people.

Zai Zai is too pitiful.

Poor Karl cub stood silently, watching the face of the coquettish spirit constantly changing, and finally came over like a small animal, carefully stroking his head.

"It's okay, Carl can do whatever he wants." She indulged without hesitation.

The favored tyrant of the empire did not confront her head-on. He first glanced at the ticking clock on the wall, and then at the schoolbag hanging in the little girl's arm.

He stretched out the bag and said lightly: "Let's go together."

In fact, this was originally a sentence full of warmth, but because it has been in a high position for a long time, it is too imposing, and it always seems like an order when it is said by Karl.

So he immediately fell silent again.

It's the same these days. Although Karl is not unresponsive to some inquiries, he doesn't talk much.

On the one hand, it's because he doesn't want to, and on the other hand, it's because... If it's a good word, the coquettish spirit always says it's coquettish, but when he says it, it always seems to be provocative.

Ah Yan couldn't understand the young man's mysterious thoughts. When he heard that Karl was no longer under the shadow of being beaten, he was willing to go out and have a look. He was very happy.

Very nice to talk to pack him up and take him away.

……

Mrs. Joanna took a gloomy look at the young man who was thin and thin, but because of his good temperament, he looked as tall and straight as a bamboo pine.

She tapped slowly on the broken wooden table a few times with her skinny fingers, making a light knocking sound.

After a pause, seeing the boy's expression remained the same, calm and unhurried, she looked away and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know numbers?"

Maybe he needed to record something, Carl paused and nodded.

Mrs. Joanna didn't say anything else, she turned around and went to the inner room. After a while, a small stool for the gatekeeper was brought out.

Sitting in the fruit store as a gatekeeper, if he hadn't met the little girl, this is something Karl would never have experienced in two lifetimes.

In the past, when he was down and out, the other party looked down on him, but when he was strong enough, there was no need to do such a thing.

Because of this, Karl didn't think there was anything wrong with this job, but it was rather novel.

He also fully thought that acting like a baby would be able to calm down for a while.

But things obviously wouldn't go as he expected.

Wait until the evening, when the day's work is over and it's time to get off work.

Several students passed by the fruit shop one after another.

The empire attaches great importance to education, so even in the slums, there is a crude school built for people to read.

The young boys passed by the door one by one. Carl sat calmly and said nothing, but Ah Yan poked his head and looked over eagerly.

After watching for a while, until everyone disappeared, she turned her head again and looked at Carl eagerly.

Carl noticed her gaze, put down the things expressionlessly, and thought mockingly, what should come, he can't hide.

Sure enough, in the next second, the little girl's voice sounded soft, almost melting the ice: "Kalkar."

She called his name, with shining eyes, and with the cruelest words, she asked, "Carl, do you want to go to school?"

Hearing this, Karl brushed off the wrinkled corners of his clothes, stood up, and his face turned cold.

There are indeed schools in the slums, but they are not good places. As far as he knows, the function of this school is only a temporary shelter.

Karl has seen too many children who are not welcome, pay a little money every year and send them to school, and since then it seems to be separated from the family and no longer have any relationship.

Whether it is life or death, it is up to oneself, and the guardian no longer bears any responsibility.

The gesture of eagerness to get rid of them, as if they were a drag, a useless burden.

Feelings from the slums, as always, are fragile and unworthy of mention.

The essence is still abandoned.

Finally can't take it anymore?Want to abandon him?

As Karl listened, his chin, which was originally soft, became hard again, and the end of his eyes was slightly raised, showing a ruthless and cold gesture.

That being the case, there is no longer any attraction for him here, and he is ready to leave here.

But before he left, he was willing to give the little girl some time to say one last word, if she had any request, she could just ask.

Think of it as his tolerance for this period of time, the last kindness he reserved.

Ah Yan was thinking about something in his heart, but he didn't notice that something was wrong with Carl, he was still talking in a low voice, and even tugged at the corner of his clothes when he was done.

"Carl, are you going to school?"

"Actually, I think it's possible to go. Think about it, if you don't go to school and don't have knowledge, what will you do in the future?"

"Ms. Joanna just asked you if you know numbers today, in case someone asks you if you know numbers one day

Words, isn't that embarrassing, and you have to go to school to be admitted to the military academy, don't you like that? "

"Although I can teach you, I always feel that the teachers in the school must be much better than me."

"Besides, think about it. After you go to school, I can send you to school every day, and then pick you up from school. On the way home, you tell me about the school, and I'll buy you some snacks. Isn't it fun?"

"By the way, on your birthday, I'm going to order a big cake for you. You can eat it with your classmates. To be honest, I've wanted to do this for a long time!!"

Chatting endlessly, she seemed to have seen the scene, and before anyone could react, hula stood up, moving quickly, like holding rain falling from the sky.

Clear, bright and vibrant.

Carl subconsciously took his arm to protect her, and said in a hoarse voice, "You... think so?"

"Yes!" The little girl leaned over to look at him, her bright eyes were full of doubts: "What's wrong with you, Karl?"

"It's nothing, I'll go." Carl took a step back, pursed his lips slightly, and said lightly.

It was just that when the little girl ran away happily and asked Mrs. Joanna about related matters, she pressed her forehead tiredly.

Act like a baby.

……

Carl goes to school, and the coquettish girl looks more nervous than himself.

Nervous, she read the school's rough and simple promotional cards several times, but she was still not at ease.

For a while, I was worried about whether Carl could keep up with his classmates at school. After all, he had never studied systematically before.

After a while, I was worried whether Carl's teacher would like him and treat him well.

She lowered her head and murmured in a low voice. Although the question seemed trivial to Karl, she looked very pitiful in her embarrassment.

The future god of the empire had no choice but to pause for a moment, then after deliberating, he slowly put down the newspaper.

He picks up popular science that he can talk about: "Students living in this area generally have low mental strength and no foundation for fighting. There is not much difference in what they learn."

Meeting the little girl's puzzled gaze, he added, "I can keep up."

Ah Yan laughed when he heard this, shook his head, and happily went to choose the pattern of the new schoolbag.

She is a person with a strong sense of ritual, and always feels that there must be a new schoolbag and new tools on the first day of school.

Karl himself didn't care about these things, but he wasn't going to pour cold water on her rare high spirits either. The little girl ran away, and he took a look at it, shook his head, and continued to read the newspaper with his head down.

Although decided to stay in the slums for a while.

But this does not mean that he will give up what he wants to do, on the contrary, he will prepare more for it and learn more comprehensive information.

As for the trivial things like morality and conscience that teachers in the slums don't have at all, Karl doesn't think it's necessary for the little guardian to know.

There are not many newspapers, and only two sets of old ones have been ordered, which are several days later than the ones outside the slums. Carl doesn't care, he lowers his eyes and slowly flips through them.

When the two sets of newspapers were finished, the surroundings were still unusually quiet. Carl finally felt that something was wrong, and looked around thoughtfully.

The little guardian was almost lying on the table, lowered his head, and carefully looked at the silver-white combat armor printed on the promotional card.

Her beautiful eyes were full of stars and admiration, she was almost fascinated by it, her mouth was opened into a small o, as if she was shocked that such a good thing existed in the world.

Carl was amused by her, and at the end, he couldn't help pursing his lips slightly.

Children who grow up in slums, no matter how mature and sensible they look, cannot change the fact that they are poor in resources and isolated from the whole world.

A simple armor like this can be seen everywhere outside this area, not to mention anyone.

But here, it is the most precious and incomparable resource, and it is difficult to even take a look at it.

As a country bumpkin who has never entered the interstellar dungeon, let alone met A, Ah Yan was really interested in this.

Not only that, she also thought that she had lived in a slum since she was a child, and so did Karl, a young man who was as illiterate as she was.

She didn't know that Karl used to drive the highest-level armor, went all over the world and opened up countless territories.

Not to mention that for the god of the empire, his steel-like body is better than countless weapons.

The little dirtbag who had never seen the world came over wagging his tail, excitedly: "Kalkar, it's A! When you go to school, can you also learn to drive it?"

Her eyes were filled with anticipation.

Karl looked at her calmly, naturally he couldn't tell the truth, he only slightly bent his fingers on the table, and after a long while, said calmly: "Yes."

But not in school.

You can drive without going to school.

……

In a blink of an eye, it is already the day when the school starts.

In fact, this is not the beginning of a new school year. Logically, it is just a small weekend, and there should not be any new students entering school at this time.

But the schools in the slums were not strictly controlled, and Ah Yan was worried that Karl's time would be wasted. After thinking about it, he paid more money and sent him in.

After receiving the textbook and asking again to make sure that Carl can keep up with the progress, Ah Yan kept his promise and happily sent him to school.

The schools in the slums are not as prosperous as the main star, but following the trend, there are many snack shops in front of the school.

It is said to be snacks, but in fact it is just a waste product that the main star has long since ceased production and is unsalable, and is dismissed by most merchants.

But in the slums, it can be like a baby, making young people linger in their dreams.

Ah Yan is an extremely gentle guardian. She didn't even wait for Karl to speak, she dragged people to the stall, bought a bunch of bags.

Then, with Carl's slightly frowning brows, he whispered to him: "I heard that on the first day of school, you must have a good relationship with your classmates, otherwise you may be bullied."

"You keep a little, remember to share the rest with everyone."

Hearing what she was saying, Carl pushed the snack for a while, and after a while, he hooked it back helplessly.

It's so unbearable.

Proofs were needed for the enrollment report, and they were going to the prefect to open. Originally, there was no need for parents to follow, but Ah Yan was worried, so he went with him.

The little girl has spent a lot of time planting flowers, and she always feels that schools and teachers should be very sacred existences.

Therefore, she took the notice and took Carl with her. After entering the prefect's office, she greeted the prefect seriously.

The prefect bowed his head to write something and ignored her.

Ah Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking that the other party hadn't heard, so he stroked Carl's soft hair comfortingly, and continued to bend down and call: "Mr. Prefect?"

The man called the prefect snorted softly and raised his head impatiently.

He raised his head high, and looked at the identity of the person opposite with scrutiny and evaluation. When he realized that this was just a little girl with no power and power, he let out a soft snort from his nose.

"What's the matter?" he asked impatiently.

Hearing his words, Ah Yan paused, blinked his eyes, understood his unwelcome, and didn't know whether he should turn his head and leave for a while.

But thinking that Carl's admission certificate has not yet been obtained, he hesitated for a moment, and continued: "Mr. Prefect, we are here to get the admission certificate, which will be used in class later."

What responded to her was an even more disdainful cold snort. The man lying in front of the desk didn't know what he was up to, and now he didn't even want to raise his head.

After letting them hang out for a while, he raised his eyelids and said inexplicably, "Of course I know that you are here to get admission certificates, but... do you know the rules of School A?"

Ah Yan was stunned, and it took a while to realize this sentence, and couldn't help frowning.

We are all grown-ups, when it comes to rules, there is nothing to understand.

But she just finds it incomprehensible that there are such blatant and chaotic images in the school office, even the prefect's office.

Ah Yan even hesitated for a moment, should he send Karl to school?Could there really be anything to teach him here?

Originally, he had no hesitation in his thoughts, but he couldn't help but waver for a moment.

Karl only glanced down at the face of the little guardian, without having to think, he knew what she was struggling with.

Such a result was originally in line with his wishes.

But in an instant, he suddenly remembered the carefully selected schoolbag on his shoulders, the incomparably precious snacks in the schoolbag, and the unrealized birthday cake.

After many days, the god of the empire, whose mentality had become peaceful, suddenly felt a little boredom and violence that had not been seen for a long time.

He put his hands on the little girl's shoulders, lifted her lightly, and hugged her behind him in a protective gesture.

Then he looked at the indifferent prefect, with a gloomy expression, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"What rules? Can you tell me?"

He spoke in a low voice, and an almost uncontrollable breath of death permeated the air, passed over the little girl, and slowly wrapped the prefect whose face was gradually pale.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Landmine]: Mengmeng Da Xiaozhengtai and Langweixian 1;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

In fact, it was originally planned to be at 8 o'clock in the evening, and then I saw a little angel who didn't see it or misremembered the time, and I just wrote it here, so I posted it _(:3」∠)_

Riwan is true, but today is considered my old swan, maybe at 2 o'clock in the evening?Not necessarily, follow the fate, I am really vain [-]