Dressed as the hero and villain Shizun

Every morning after soaking in the hot spring, Zhuo Wusu would stand in front of the main house for a while before going to the school.

The struggle between him and Qi Ao became more and more fierce, from seven days a big fight, five days a small fight, to now three days a big fight, two days a small fight, it has been more than three months, but the winner has not yet been decided .

Everyone in Class A was too excited from the very beginning, and now no matter how fierce the fight between the two is, they can turn a blind eye and bury their heads in the sea of ​​books.

After fighting again, the two of them sat back to their seats with dots on their bodies.

Qi Ao clutched his chin and emphasized again: "Zhuo Wusu, can you not slap your face?"

Rubbing the cheek that was hurt by the slap, Zhuo Wusu said: "Can you not slap the face?"

If there is a disagreement, the two of them ignore each other.

After a long time, Qi'ao poked Zhuo Wusu's arm, "Can't you call me boss? Hit me every day."

Zhuo Wusu moved away, "Can you call me big brother? Hit me every day."

"Of course not!" Qi Ao was serious, "I'm the boss, how can I call you big brother?"

Zhuo Wusu sullenly said, "I'm the eldest brother, how can I call you the eldest?"

"..."

Their eyes met, Qi Ao had his hips on his hips, trying to overwhelm Zhuo Wusu with his aura.

As the newly promoted eldest brother, Zhuo Wusu and Qi Ao, the old boss, looked at each other with a lot of aura, completely worthy of it.

"Boss, brother... Old man Liu is here."

At this time, Gu Yi's weak voice sounded, and the two immediately stopped talking and sat upright.

Liu Zetian caressed his beard, entered the classroom slowly, glanced at Zhuo Wusu and Qi Ao, shook his head and sighed: "You two fell down again?"

"Back to Mr. Liu, yes."

"..."

Professor Liu Zetian's "Identification of Elixirs" is the most boring. There are tens of thousands of elixirs that not only need to remember the appearance, but also the properties of the medicine.

After one class, the disciples in half the classroom were stunned.

Qi Ao couldn't bear the boredom the most, listening to Liu Zetian's hoarse voice, he dozed off.

"The flame fruit and the fire fruit are similar in appearance, but there are subtle differences. Do you know where the difference lies?"

Liu Zetian raised his head from the book, saw Qi Ao sitting in the first row who dared to doze off, and coughed heavily.

Qi Ao closed her eyes, sat upright, but did not respond.

Liu Zetian's expression darkened, and he coughed twice.

Qi Ao smacked his lips.

Seeing him like this, Zhuo Wusu kindly woke Qi'ao up and motioned him to look ahead.

Qi Ao was blindfolded, looked up, and happened to meet the eyes of Liu Zetian who had been waiting for a long time.

"..."

Instantly awake, Qi Ao smiled flatteringly.

Liu Zetian was unmoved, "Do you know the answer to the question just now?"

question?what is the problem?

Qi Ao's eyes were confused, and he looked for help to his arch-rival Zhuo Wusu.

Zhuo Wusu: "The difference between the Flame Spiritual Fruit and the Fire Spiritual Fruit."

"The Flame Spirit Fruit tastes a bit sour," Qi'ao grinned, "Compared to it, the Fire Spirit Fruit is much better, the fat and juice are sweet, and the most delicious!"

"Qi Ao!" Liu Zetian slapped the table with his palm, and the palm-thick book "Identification of Elixir" shook, "Go and stand behind and listen, take the book!"

Picking up the book, Qi Ao dawdled towards the back of the classroom, very puzzled.

Didn't old man Liu ask the difference?Did he get it wrong?

Is this the taste of these two spiritual fruits?Did he remember it?

Qi Ao turned around abruptly, put down the book, took the Flame Spiritual Fruit in one hand and the Fire Spiritual Fruit in the other, and brought them to Liu Zetian.

"Sir, you have a taste, the difference is very big, I really remember correctly."

He stared at Liu Zetian with a pair of almond eyes, and sincerely invited him to taste it.

Liu Zetian turned dark and took two spiritual fruits, "Go and stand behind."

Qi Ao lowered his head, held the book aggrievedly, and stood behind.

Liu Zetian asked his disciples to come forward, "Qi Ao gave the real fruit, so you come and observe, what is the difference between these two spiritual fruits."

Standing behind, Qi Ao suddenly realized that the difference was in the appearance, not the taste.

After standing for a class, Qi Ao was allowed to return to his seat.

He lay on the table, looked sideways at Zhuo Wusu, "Hey, let's stop fighting, okay?"

"Okay, you call me big brother?"

"Humph!"

Qi Ao lay on his stomach in a different direction, wanting to be his big brother?Don't think about it!

Zhuo Wusu had no choice but to swim in the sea of ​​books.

As usual, Zhuo Wusu went to the cafeteria after finishing his afternoon class.

It's just that he didn't understand something about the psychedelic formation taught in the formation class this afternoon, so he went to find the gentleman, and when he figured it out and left the school for the cafeteria, there was no one on the road.

Zhuo Wusu quickened his pace, he was late, and there was no food in the cafeteria.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell, elongating the figure.

In front of him, besides his shadow, there was another shadow.

There are people behind him.

Zhuo Wusu's expression froze, and he quickened his pace.

The people behind him also quickened their pace.

Zhuo Wusu didn't dare to look back, so he ran away.

He felt that the sight behind him was weird, dark and dark, like being stared at by something in a dark place, which made his skin crawl instantly.

As soon as he stepped forward, Zhuo Wusu felt himself floating up, surrounded by black mist.

Zhuo Wusu wanted to open his mouth to ask for help, but he opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Zhuo Wusu?" The black figure condensed into a human form, and his voice was piercing like a knife, "Heh, why should Master accept you?"

"Oh!" Let go!

Zhuo Wusu exhausted all his strength, his face flushed, but he still couldn't shake off the icy chill in his jaw.

Hei Ying laughed bitterly, and said sarcastically, "Do you think Master likes you?"

Zhuo Wusu stared at it fiercely.

Of course the master likes him and doesn't like him, why did he accept him as an apprentice, why did he teach him calligraphy, why did he tie his hair? !

"He is..."

Suddenly, a red sword light struck, piercing the black mist and interrupting the words of the black shadow.

Qi Ao was holding a sword that was similar in stature to him. The flame emblem was prominent on the sword, and his expression was alert: "What are you, let him go!"

"Jie Jie... Jie Jie..."

"You don't like him, so I killed him for you?"

As the black shadow spoke, the scattered black mist gathered again and pressed towards Zhuo Wusu.

It became difficult to breathe, his body seemed to be squeezed or stretched, Zhuo Wusu's face was pale, and his struggling movements gradually stopped.

Qi Ao fired a signal flare, and the dazzling red light exploded in the air, forming the shape of a sword.

He poured all the spiritual power in his body into the Yanyang sword, and slashed out again.

This sword was so fierce that it forced the black shadow back by a point.

It's just that with this retreat, it is impossible for the black shadow to get close to Zhuo Wusu.A powerful aura from the transformation stage came, but the black shadow had no choice but to disperse.

He is still too weak to match up with this man.

The black mist dissipated, and Zhuo Wusu fell to the ground, his face was bloodless, he held his chest and gasped heavily, breathing heavily.

Qi Ao jumped beside him, supporting him, "Zhuo Wusu, are you alright?"

Zhuo Wusu shook his head, "I'm fine, thank you for saving me."

"It's nothing to worry about." Qi Ao's eyes flashed a hint of cunning, "I saved you, you think I'm the boss, how about it?"

"Qiqi, you're being naughty again."

A deep voice sounded beside him, Zhuo Wusu looked up at the person coming.

The visitor was tall and tall, wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with gold thread, which outlined his thin waist.There was a slight smile in a pair of dark black eyes, softening the cold face.

"Master!"

Qi Ao suddenly turned around and jumped on the visitor, his clear eyes were full of dependence, "Master, you are here!"

Wei Feng rubbed Qi Ao's soft black hair, picked him up, and turned to ask about Zhuo Wusu's situation.

Zhuo Wusu told the truth about how he encountered Hei Wu, but deliberately concealed what Hei Wu said.

He knew in his heart how Master treated him.

"Master," Qi Ao frowned, with a serious expression, his amber eyes met Wei Feng's, "We must catch the villain!"

"Okay, Master promises you." Wei Feng put him down, "You send him back to Yunfu, and I will go find your Sixth Master Uncle."

The area of ​​the school and cafeteria is managed by Liu Ling'er, if there is a problem, if you need to find her, you must find her.

Qi Ao nodded in response, stood beside Zhuo Wusu, and put his arms around his shoulders, "Don't worry, Master, I will protect him well!"

Zhuo Wusu curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Thank you Third Senior Brother."

Wei Feng nodded, turned and left.

Qi Ao slapped Zhuo Wusu, "Smile so ugly, stop laughing."

The pale face turned red with anger, Zhuo Wusu fought back, "Get lost!"

Qi Ao sideways dodges, eyebrows and eyes curved, showing a mouthful of small white teeth, "No, Master asked me to take you back, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward again and embraced Zhuo Wusu's shoulder.

"You let me go."

"I don't, you see that you can't stand still, I'm supporting you."

"Don't press me, I will stand firm."

"I didn't pressure you!"

The immature noise of the children gradually faded away, and Yu Hui elongated the figures of the two walking side by side.

"Who allowed you to go to Shouyang?"

The voice of resentment sounded, it seemed to be in the distance but also in the vicinity.

"I……"

Black Shadow wanted to explain, but could only let out a shrill scream.

The purple lightning flashed, split the black mist, and hit the weakest soul in the center.The faint shadow of the soul was crumbling, and became transparent in an instant. With just one final touch, this weak soul will dissipate.

The thunder and lightning stopped, and a resentful voice sounded, "This is the punishment, there will be no next time."