Heaven and tyrants want a home

The next day, the sun was just right and the breeze was gentle.

Lu Fushe Granose was still slumped on the familiar eaves, and put a small tender lotus leaf on her head. While sunbathing, she did not forget to carefully protect her few fried hairs.

Because she cherishes it too much, she even gave each hair a name, which represents her importance.

In short, she is not bald!

Today is the day when Shir goes to the Zen Academy.

In fact, she wanted to go along too.Just like the cubs in the family leave home for the first time to go to the kindergarten, and the parents will secretly follow behind them to observe secretly and escort them silently, so she thinks the same.

But before he took any action, he was directly rejected by Shier.

"The school is too close to the training ground. Except for the magicians who come and go in and out of the training ground, the teachers in the school are all magicians above the first level in my family. It's too dangerous." Before departure, the black-haired and blue-eyed child With a serious expression, "Don't think about sneaking behind me, you know I can find you."

As he said that, his tone softened, with some coaxing meaning, "Stay in the green pine garden to sleep, or go to the flower garden to pick the flowers you like, and when I come back from school, I will make you a new wreath. The previous one Didn’t the hydrangea wreath get lost?”

He let him talk about the good and the bad, and she couldn't refute at all, so she could only watch the back of her cub leaving coldly, and then basked in the sun on the eaves bored.

Lu Fushe Granose felt that she was not raising cubs, she was being raised by cubs.

Rolling along the eaves a few times in boredom, the lotus leaves under her body as a dust-proof cushion emitted bursts of fragrance, which made her unable to help but take a deep breath, and looked up at the sparse or dense pine needles on the top. It made up Shier's appearance in school.

What will it be like?

Lu Fushi Granose held his non-existent chin and thought, is he sitting on the seat with a stern face, his back straight, and his beautiful green eyes listening carefully to the class without blinking?Or do you relax your back, hold the pencil in your hand, and draw immature handwriting on the white paper, with a lovely daze on your face?

But no matter what, it's her super cute cub!

Thinking about it, the long, round mantra suddenly laughed silly.

Raising babies is such a joy!

...

On the other side, the Zen Academy.

Zenyuan Shi'er sat on the seat expressionlessly, ignoring the contemptuous or mocking eyes cast on him, and lowered his eyes to listen to the lecture of the first-level magician above.

Suddenly, someone not far away raised his hand with a smile, and asked in a drawn out voice: "Mr. Nagato, isn't this class the basic theory of spell power? Why do you have to teach "trash" without spell power?"

"Is it an entertainment class?"

When the other people heard the words, they immediately booed and laughed.

"Tai Lan is right, why is he sitting here without magic power?"

"Hey, you guys are so brave, have you forgotten that someone else is the young master of our family? Hee hee"

"Young master? Tch, a biting mad dog is almost the same!"

The first-level sorcerer at the top ignored the farce below, and still explained the basic theory related to mantra without blinking an eye: "The sorcerer can circulate the radiated mantra in the body..."

Zenyuan Shier twitched the corners of his mouth, but did not speak.

Maybe he would be angry when he heard these words not long ago, but now he just feels bored.

Beside him, a side branch who looked a little older, about seven or eight years old, was looking at him fiercely.If Lu Fushe Granose was around, he would probably feel that this person looked familiar.Because this person is one of the group of side branch magicians who was knocked into the water by her yesterday, and also the chief culprit who came up with the idea of ​​locking Zenyuan Shier into the training "tent".

The waiter Lan of the Chanyuan thought bitterly, those who are sitting here are all future elite magicians who will join "Bing" in the Zenyuan, why can this trash like Shier sit with them in class?

Spell theory?

It's ridiculous, he doesn't even have a trace of spell power, but because he is a direct line of the family, he entered here through the back door, did he think he could sit on an equal footing with them?

Maliciousness appeared in the eyes of the waiter Lan of the Chanyuan. He turned his head to look at Shier of the Chanyuan beside him, and provocatively screamed in a low voice: "Trash, mad dog."

The Chanyuan turned a deaf ear and didn't even give him a look.

The waiter Lan of the Chanyuan was mad by the silent ridicule, and said angrily, suppressing his voice: "Sure enough, you were the one who caused us to fall into the water yesterday, Shier!"

"When did the trash without magic power have a helper? Who is that person?!"

"By the way, maybe it's not a person. That thing doesn't look good at first glance, a curse spirit? A monster? What did you use to attract it, this pretty face?"

The boy's tone became grim, "Wait, watch me get your dog out, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain on the side of his face, and with the loud sound of the table and chairs being overturned, the taste of rust exploded in his mouth.The world was spinning for a while, and he didn't even see the movement clearly, and was punched to the ground by Shier.Immediately, a pair of thin and cold hands pinched his neck with such force that he couldn't break free at all. He could only reach out and grab the air indiscriminately, trying to suck it into his thirsty lungs.

His breathing was gradually exhausted, and in a trance, he could only see a pair of green pupils that looked like the evil ghost Yaksha.

Shir, monster....

Zenyuan Shier fiercely pinched on the fragile neck of Chanyuan Lan servant, and the still immature neck bone could be easily broken under his palm.

It would be too comfortable for him if it were broken like this.

Shi'er's dark green eyes were so heavy that he couldn't sink any deeper, facing the dying side of his body like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, there was no wave.

"Shir! Stop!!"

Seeing that his subordinates were dying, the first-level magician above hurriedly spoke out to stop him, but Zenyuan Shier ignored him at all, and instead tightened his palms.

The sorcerer frowned and simply started the technique.

His magician is "force", which can exert great pressure on the target object within a certain range, thereby suppressing the target's activities.

Huge pressure suddenly suppressed Shangchanyuan Shier, and the force exerted was so great that the black-haired Zhengtai's thin and straight back began to tremble.But he still stubbornly resisted the spell, strangling his subordinates tightly, like a wolf biting its prey, endlessly.

When the magician saw this, he couldn't help being terrified. He gritted his teeth and increased the force, constantly increasing the pressure. He didn't even think that the target of his spell was only a young child.

The tip of Zenyuan Shi'er's tongue was pressed against the tooth socket, and cold sweat began to break out on his face. Under more than one strong pressure, his knee supported by one knee finally did not bear the heavy pressure, and he knelt on the ground with a "bang".

"What are you still doing in a daze, get him out quickly!" The magician controlled the spell, frowned and scolded a group of children who had already been stunned.

When the children around heard the words, they rushed up tremblingly and rescued him from the immobile Chanyuan Shier.

Seeing this, Zenyuan Shier fixed his wolf-like eyes on the semi-conscious Zenyuan servant Lan: "Let me hear another word, I will kill you."

Hearing this, the waiter Lan of the Chanyuan, who was a little more relaxed, felt an indescribable chill creeping up his back to his brain. He was overstimulated for a while, and passed out completely as soon as he rolled his eyes.

Zenyuan even laughed out loud.

Seeing that the madness in his eyes seemed to have calmed down, the magician at the side undid the spell after deliberating for a moment, knocked on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Quiet, continue with the class."

He doesn't want to get involved in this matter, the direct waste and the sideline elites, troublesome relationships, troublesome characters.

Besides....

The magician glanced unobtrusively at the black-haired boy sitting in his seat with a normal expression, feeling a little cold in his heart.

How could there be such a monster in the monastery?

...

As the sun was setting, Shier of the Chanyuan was walking back to Baisha Qingsongting.

Behind him, far away, a small boy with a small figure and nervous expression was following behind him.

Zen Dean Xi felt that he was very unlucky.

Because of his weak personality and poor skill talent, he reluctantly entered the school, but he could only obsequiously agree with the "geniuses" in the school every day.

In fact, when Shi Er came to the school, he was a little happy, so he was not at the bottom of the class.Moreover, with a "waste" like Shi Er who has no magic power, all the bullying and insults on him will be transferred, and maybe even he can become a party to show off his might.

After all, a non-artist is not a human being, no matter how bad he is, he is better than a "non-human" "dog".

Although, Shier is a "dog" beyond his imagination.

Zen Dean Xi was sent by them to monitor the Zen Yuan Shier.Lan Tai said that the waiter Lan must have said something that hit Shi Er's sore spot, and he bit people so madly. Maybe it was Shi Er who did it when they fell into the water yesterday, so he was asked to find evidence.

Of course he didn't want to come, especially after seeing Shier's ghostly eyes, he felt that he would have nightmares at night.But he can't refuse at all, he wants to please the "elite" and "genius", this is his survival rule.

While complaining, Zen Master Xi maintained a relatively safe distance.

If there is any change in Shier, he will run away immediately!

Suddenly, the figure in front stopped and looked sideways at him.

Those green eyes were indeed like evil spirits, so cold that he wanted to scream.

The Zen director Xi froze in place. He originally wanted to escape, but under Shi Er's gaze, he didn't even dare to move.

Shi'er came up to him and sized him up with a frown.

Zen Dean Xi couldn't help guessing that he might be wondering where it would be most appropriate to beat him up.

"Hey, take off your pants." Shi Er said suddenly.

what?

Zen Dean Xi thought he had heard it wrong, and his expression was a little dazed.

"Take off, pants, pants." Shi Er repeated impatiently.

"Do...what to do?" Zen Dean Xi asked in panic.

Shi Er narrowed his eyes. At this moment, as if he sensed the danger, the boy who was still dawdling immediately took off the dark gray hakama on his body and handed it over, "Here you are, don't hit me!"

Shi Er took over the hakama and quickly put it on his body, covering the shallow hakama that was half soaked with blood on his knees.

It was only then that Zen director Xi realized that there were bloodstains on Shi Er's trouser legs below his knees.

He just remembered that when Shier was pressed down by the spell in the school, he made a "bang", which sounded very painful.

"Follow me one more step, and I'll beat you until you can't walk."

Zenyuan Shier tidied himself up, hid himself in the mess of the school, and left after leaving a light threat.

Chan Dean Xi didn't dare to follow, and stood there in a daze, looking at Shi Er who left, with a somewhat inexplicable expression.

For some reason, he felt that Shir looked like a "dog" who put away his bloodthirsty fangs and claws, lowered his upright tail, and pretended to be obedient and docile.

Is it possible that such a ferocious "dog" would be willing to be raised?

Strange enough.