flammable and irritable

"Hmm." Elsevier hung up the phone.

Long Bingcheng, who was helping downstairs, happened to come up to get something, and accidentally heard it, then thought of something, and walked towards Elsville.

Elsevier said while browsing the news:

"what's up?"

Long Bingcheng sat on the high stool next to him, looked at the photos and information displayed in a small window on the computer screen, and finally understood Louis' mood: "This is your teacher?"

"Hmm." Elsevier responded indifferently.

Long Bingcheng: "The person you let the hyena clean up just now is this teacher? Respecting teachers is a traditional virtue. It's not good for you to behave like this."

Elsevier turned his head slowly, looked at him deeply, and opened his lips tightly, "Respect the teacher? Virtue? Not everyone is worthy of saying these two words."

Long Bingcheng frowned, feeling that his words were a bit strange, "What do you mean?"

Elsevier's voice was particularly gloomy, "If you want to control me, you must first look at your identity!"

After speaking, he got off the high stool, turned around and left.

Long Bingcheng did not expect him to be so stubborn, stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to stop him, and reasoned with him, after all, Louis entrusted him to help urge Elsevier to go to school, try to get along with that teacher relation.

Just when his hand was stretched towards Elsweer's back, Eswell turned around like a conditioned reflex, slashed at Longbing City with one hand, and swept towards the vital part of Longbing City with his slender and powerful legs.Long Bingcheng was stunned for a moment and had no choice but to fight back.

The two went through a few moves extremely quickly, then stopped and looked at each other.

Elsevier stood there, rubbing his wrists, the orange light hit the blond hair on his forehead, casting shadows over his eyes.

"It seems that you have good skills." The gloomy voice was faint, and no emotion could be heard.

Long Bingcheng was stunned for a moment. What he just used was the martial arts of his former master, which was very subtle. He didn't expect that this young man could easily resolve it. He thought that the other party was not in good health, but he didn't expect that the martial arts were not inferior to him.

Long Bingcheng smiled and said: "You too, I never expected that your skills are so good."

He praised sincerely.

Hearing the words, Eswell pursed his lips even tighter, but his whole body was very calm. There was no joy or anger on the face that had been paralyzed for thousands of years, but everyone who knew him knew that this was a sign of his rage .

Although Long Bingcheng was not familiar with him, the unusual calmness in those sapphire-like eyes made him intuitively increase his vigilance.

People with such eyes are either very tolerant and magnanimous, or unfathomable.

Eswell said sadly: "It's been a long time since anyone has practiced with me. Seeing that you are good at it, I'll let you practice with me. However, if you want to have fun, you have to be lucky..."

Then, gloomy eyes glanced at the computer screen, "It's him, if you can beat me, I'll let this old man go, otherwise, I'll kill him."

Before Longbingcheng could reply, Elswell's ghostly figure attacked.

Although Long Bingcheng is only an eight-year-old child, his martial arts in his previous life was taught by a famous swordsmanship, and he has already reached the state of perfection.

Since his reincarnation, he has been insisting on practicing the mind method of Xuanjianmen in his previous life, and he has achieved a little bit of internal strength, which is why he was valued by Louis and included in the "Fengshen".

He thinks that he already has a relatively comprehensive understanding of the fighting skills in this world in the 'Fengshen', compared to the exquisite martial arts in the previous life, it is really far behind.

But soon, Elsweer ruthlessly stepped on his superiority.

Elsevier's body is like a ghost, his moves are fierce and deadly, and he uses modern fighting skills to the fullest. What's more frightening is that his body is extremely flexible, which almost exceeds the limit of human body. The so-called dead angle of attack has become a joke.

And he practiced the speed to the extreme.

In the world of martial arts, the only thing that can't be broken is fast, no matter in the previous life or the present, this is a truth.

Elsevier seems to be able to teleport, suddenly appearing at any angle, making it hard to guard against.

What's even more frightening is his incomparably accurate prediction.

Every time Long Bingcheng thought he had succeeded, Elsweer's gloomy and deep eyes, like an unfathomable blue hole in the ocean, had already seen through and predicted the flaws in his moves a step or two earlier, and easily resolved them. Sometimes, even Deliberately set a trap, let Long Bingcheng fall right into the trap he set.

Really cunning, like a ghost.

What is even more surprising is the strength of Eswell.

Long Bingcheng took a punch from Elsevier. If he didn't have the inner strength to protect his body, he would have broken bones and tendons by now.

He really couldn't imagine how a modern person with no inner strength and such a thin body could develop such a terrifying strength that weighed more than a thousand catties, and that strength was even stronger than a dragon with inner strength. The ice city is several times.

One power down ten sessions.

Whether it is speed or strength, Elsevier is completely crushing against Longbing City.

Long Bingcheng tried his best, and his superb martial arts were useless in front of Eswell, and they were useless.

In the end, Long Bingcheng was pushed to the ground by Elswell, folded his hands behind his back, his wrists were entangled by something cold, he smiled in frustration, and then he was relieved.

"Don't move, otherwise, your hands will be cut off, and you will bear the consequences." Elsweer's gloomy voice sounded behind him.

Looking back, Long Bingcheng saw that the wrist was wrapped with a filament that reflected the unique cold light of metal. One end of the filament was pulled by Eswell with his right hand, and the other end was connected to the ring of the index finger of his left hand.

Long Bingcheng tried his best to raise his head, and looked at Eswell who was looking down at him condescendingly, with a look of admiration: "It's really admirable to reach out like this."

Canswell looked at him, "You really are...a man who can afford to lose."

These words seemed to be compliments, but there seemed to be something in them, implying sarcasm, which made Long Bingcheng somewhat puzzled.

The paralyzed face was the same as before, with a lackluster expression.

But the knee that was pressing on Long Bingcheng's back suddenly pushed hard, Long Bingcheng let out a muffled groan, and instantly lost his strength, and his head fell to the ground weakly.

"You lost, as agreed, I will take that person's life."

Long Bingcheng knew that the master of Sisyphus would do what he said.

"but……"

Just as Long Bingcheng wanted to say something to stop him, a cold hand pulled his hair and forced him to raise his head, and a cold voice rang in his ears:

"I suddenly felt that what you just said about 'respecting the teacher' made sense, so I decided to let him go."

Although it was a surprise, Long Bingcheng knew that things were not that simple.

In the painful position of being turned his head, he twisted his neck and tried to look directly into those eyes. For some reason, he felt that there seemed to be a trace of... resolving hatred in those still gloomy eyes?

Elsevier said: "However, the following offense is a crime of disrespect in 'Fengshen'. Today, I will let you remember this well."

As he spoke, he took off one of Long Bingcheng's shoes, held it in his hand and lifted it, and then, without further ado, beat Long Bingcheng's ass.

"You..." Long Bingcheng had a look of astonishment on his face, and then Elsevier pinned his head down and smashed his face to the ground.

Elsevier's strength was terrifying, and the suppressed Longbing City couldn't resist at all.

Five minutes later, Elsevier threw the shoes on the carpet, took back the thread, stood up, looked down at Longbing City, whose back was full of shame and shame, with a flash of pride in his eyes, and said:

"For the sake of you being a child, I will punish you. If you dare to commit the same crime in the future..."

The warning was self-explanatory, and after that, he clapped his hands and left.

Long Bingcheng lay on the ground annoyed and did not move. He is not someone who can't afford to lose. He can laugh at the loss of his country and family. However, for some reason, he suddenly felt very unacceptable when he was beaten by this guy.

"Ah, what's going on here? What happened?" Catherine saw that Long Bingcheng hadn't come down to get things upstairs, so she came over to have a look. She didn't expect to see him lying on the ground alone, as if he had fallen?So careless?

Long Bingcheng smiled calmly, stood up, and said to Catherine: "It's nothing, I'm doing push-ups here."

Catherine: "...???"

She looked puzzled, then looked at Long Bingcheng and turned back to her room as if nothing had happened.

In the next two days, no one saw Long Bingcheng come out of that room.

On the third morning, Catherine, who watched the surveillance and learned the truth, laughed for a while, and couldn't help but start to feel a little worried.

"Hey, Mike, tell me, Little Ice City won't be overwhelmed by something stupid, right?"

Mike ignored him, moved his ears, and looked towards one place.

Dressed neatly, Long Bingcheng appeared from the corridor, glanced at the three of them calmly, and walked towards the dining table.

Under the watchful eyes of the three, Long Bingcheng pulled out the chair, sat down, looked at it with a smile as usual, and said: "Today's breakfast looks equally delicious, it makes your index finger move."

With that said, he began to eat elegantly.

The three of Catherine looked at each other, and then looked at the calm boy.

They would often mistake this child for a mature, stable, and personable adult man, but when they looked closely, it was clearly an eight-year-old boy in front of them.

"Bingcheng, are you okay? You've been worrying about us for the past two days." Catherine asked with a caring expression, and then comforted her: "Actually, elder brother spanking younger brother's ass is a common thing in ordinary families, so you don't need to pay too much attention to it." Lah." Finally, with a rare serious face, he said softly, "The store manager is actually a very good person."

Seeing that Long Bingcheng just smiled, Catherine sighed, "In short, the store manager has his own set of rules, as long as you don't violate them, you'll be fine...We'll tell you about this later, you..."

The loud sound of "touch" made Catherine tremble in fright, and swallowed back the words she wanted to say.