Be a teacher at the high school of magic

I saw the scene of the confrontation between the two sides, and the feeling of cleanliness and lack of popularity in the car.

Fu Heisher seemed to be aware of Gong Liangsheng's anger at this moment.

"Why are you here?" Gong Liangsheng looked at him, "Hurry up and go back."

The scarred child and the thing behind her also looked at him, as if they saw something novel.

He couldn't be more familiar with this look.

For him, the most common sight when he was a child was this kind of curious, inquiring, superior gaze.

This is really, long time no see.

Really, it's too, no, cool.

Fuheshier pulled out a laugh.

"Need help?" he asked, drawing his weapon.

Gong Liangsheng shook his head.

Just kidding, no need, how could she need help?

With such an immature filthy body, she can punch ten of them with one punch.

"Don't get in the way here," she said, and changed her mind when she saw that the brain behind the real person seemed to be trying to open the window, "Forget it, there is something behind him, can you see it? Help me stop that thing first .”

"no problem."

Fu Heisher fished it casually, and he grabbed the brain flower with a rope, "I'll wait for you next door."

**

It didn't take long for the two of them to fight, and this crushing competition was over.

One-sided abuse/beating is really boring, Gong Liangsheng thinks it is better to release the enthusiasm for teaching.

"First of all, I'm not a magician." Gong Liangsheng casually stepped forward and swung his sword, "I'm a monster."

She waved with ease.

The real person quickly twisted his body away, avoiding the sword move to the left.

Before he could heave a sigh of relief, he laughed at this person by the way, and rushed forward several times in succession.

"Secondly, I hate that you dangle in front of me in the skin of a human cub," Gong Liangsheng continued.

Following these words, the sword moves suddenly accelerated.

He had to dodge left and right between the sword lights, and even the fastened braids fell crookedly.

With the violent exercise, his physical strength plummeted. Because the real person was not able to dodge in time, his face was cut several times by the sword with the cold light, leaving bloodstains.

"But, I am the integration of human 'evil'," he gasped, laughing loudly, "it is useless to deny me, I am human—"

Gong Liangsheng swung his sword down, and the sword with spiritual power also carried a destructive momentum, "Dirty and filthy, just grow your brains and understand the importance of shutting up."

This time, the real person did not escape.

With the fall of this sword, the real person's body gradually peeled off along with the white light, and the attached malice also scattered.

In the end, all that was left in front of her was a small greasy, greyish mass.

Gong Liangsheng casually tore off a corner of his clothes, rolled it up, and tied it in a knot.

She thought for a while, then took out a spell-like thing from her pocket, and slapped it on.

She grabbed this thing and got out of the carriage, and saw Fuheshier who had completely ended the fight.

He was lazily half lying on the seat, and was using chopsticks to hold the brain flower that had lost its resistance, poking it around like plasticine.

"Shouldn't you kill him completely?" Hearing her coming, Fu Heisher asked without raising his head.

"Not yet," Gong Liangsheng threw the assembled real person to the side of Naohua, "I still have some uses."

The two balls collided smoothly, and she sighed, "Recover these people, I can spare your lives."

"You promise not to kill us," Brainstorm's voice came from one of the balls.

"No, I will kill. It's just the difference between early death and late death." Gong Liangsheng took the chopsticks handed over by Fu Heisher, and poked the two balls again and again, "It's up to you."

"But, if there were substitutes, you would have killed us long ago, right?" The real person stated, "I won't. I haven't learned it. I can only destroy, not restore."

There was a bit of complacency in his words.

Gong Liangsheng suddenly exerted strength in his hand, and stabbed the real person right through.

"Then there's no need to exist," she threw the chopsticks into the trash can, "Shier, take a look at them. I'll make a call."

"Yes," Fu Heisher replied.

He propped his face up and looked thoughtfully at the two balls in front of him.

The ball pierced by Gong Liangsheng was expanding, and the hole pierced by the chopsticks continued to expand, emitting bursts of burnt smell.

There was a burning sensation from the place where the sphere was touched by the spiritual power. When the black dust finally swallowed the real person, he let out a scream and disappeared completely.

Brainstorm on the side shivered.

**

"...Well, yes, I'm really counting on you this time," Gong Liangsheng said.

"It's okay," said the person on the other end of the phone, "It's nothing to do a favor once in a while."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Gong Liangsheng hung up the phone.

Sitting back next to the students, she always felt as if she had forgotten something.

What did you forget?

Probably not something important.

Fuheshier, who was still guarding in another compartment, sneezed.

"Does it take so long to make a phone call?" He thought for a while, then grabbed his brain, "Take this guy back to play with the students, and let them get rid of it by the way."

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