Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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The fire, the overwhelming fire rushed towards the boy on the floor with claws and claws. The crazily growing fire wave was like the collapsed sky, trying to smash through and burn the boy.

The boy's complexion was unusually calm, his eyes were staring blankly, and his light-colored pupils were easily dyed a bright color by the heat, reflecting his snow-white arms and legs—there were only two arms and two legs. leg.

The woman's torso was laid beside him, and tourniquets were placed on the severed limbs, but the blood still spread and met the flames.

There was no escape for the boy.He was bound by a long and thin rope, coiled round and round like an earthworm, with his cheek on the floor, lying in a pool of the woman's blood, gradually approached by the flames.

Maybe that's what funeral home cremators are for, except that there won't be a living person in the cremator -- or two.

Yes, the woman was still alive, though dying.The boy knew for the first time that it turns out that people can really live without losing their limbs.

I don't know how long it took, but it won't be too long. Like a gorgeous piranha, the fire finally stretched out its tongue to the long-awaited two.

The boy's calm expression turned ferocious, the heat scorched his skin, and the flames licked his exposed leg.

"Blood...stained with blood..." The woman's voice was so weak that it was not as loud as the sound of the flames burning, but the boy heard it.

But he didn't move.

The woman exhausted her last bit of strength, "Blood..."

The rope on the thigh was burned and the woman closed her eyes.The feeling of being burned was really unbearable, and he struggled and rolled in a pool of blood.

The fire on the body was extinguished, but the fire inside the house was still spreading wildly, eroding the walls, and bursting into bloom like fireworks when it touched flammable objects...

The siren blared outside the window, and He Yan woke up in a cold sweat.

It wasn't that he woke up with a start. He had had this dream for nearly two years, and he hadn't been startled for a long time.

At the beginning, it will wake up in the stage of being tied up, and now it can proceed to the final escape.

- Heh, there is really progress.

It was already bright outside the window, the small night light on the bedside was covered by skylight, and the red paper on the lampshade was crumbling. He Yan took out a roll of tape from the drawer and fixed it tighter.

He Yan washed up as usual, but he didn't hear the usual knock on the door.All the way to the class, the seat next to him was actually empty.

It wasn't until the morning self-study that Fang Cheng rushed in from the back door in a panic, patted his chest and sat down on the seat, "Who is here for the morning self-study?"

He Yan said coldly: "It belongs to the head teacher."

Obviously his voice didn't have any ups and downs, but Fang Cheng forcibly heard a sense of gloating.

He didn't have time to argue with him: "Where's my homework? Did you hand it in for me? It's all on the table!"

"handed in."

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you. Didn't the head teacher mention me?"

He Yan: "I told you, I told you to come and find her."

Fang Cheng immediately relieved himself, lay down on the table and groaned, "Oh, I overslept when the alarm didn't go off in the morning, and I couldn't bring you breakfast, and I was caught by the teacher!" He sat down awkwardly. Get up, take out your phone to check the horoscope: "I had cramps yesterday! It must be Mercury retrograde!"

He Yan's voice came from the top of his head: "You'd better go to the office quickly, class will start soon."

Fang Cheng put down his phone and went to find Gao Yuan with a sad face.

Gao Yuan was not angry when she saw him, but her tone was extremely gentle: "Did you oversleep?"

Fang Cheng nodded pitifully: "Yes."

"It's okay, I just asked you to come to confirm that you have come to school." Gao Yuan smiled lightly, "I was not at the sports meeting a few days ago, I heard that He Yan participated in the long-distance running?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Fang Cheng immediately cheered up: "Yes! The whole class is cheering for him!"

Gao Yuan smiled even more happily, her eyes turned into crescent moons, "Thank you, you did a great job."

Fang Cheng was inexplicably shy: "I should, and he has only written a little bit of his heart now, and I still have a long way to go."

"A good start is half the battle, let's work hard together. If you need help, you must tell me." Gao Yuan handed him a paper, "This is your math paper, hand it over to me, Hurry up and find the math teacher to change it back."

"……OK."

Fang Cheng returned to the class aggressively, and slapped He Cheng's desk with a slap, "You! Help me hand in my homework and I can do it! Take it!"

He Yan raised his head from the C language, looked at him lightly, and didn't speak.

Fang Cheng was intimidated in an instant, and said with a resentful smile, "If you're wrong, you're wrong, it's okay, I'll change it back."

He Yan: "What's wrong?"

"Mathematics and physics are taught in reverse."

"Oh, those two subjects were taken away by Xiao Xiaoxing who said he wanted to copy them."

Xiao Xiaoxing turned his head when he heard his name, and smiled guiltyly, "Sorry, I was in a hurry, so I didn't pay attention."

Fang Cheng rolled his eyes, and said sarcastically, "Hey, am I counting down? Why are you, an old man, condescending to copy my homework?"

Xiao Xiaoxing: "Hey, I can't copy all the correct answers. I don't want to think about the process of the big questions, so I copied yours and He Beike'er's together."

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth: "... I thank you for praising me!"

"you are welcome!"

Fang Cheng punched it with one punch: "Who is being polite to you! You're still in a good mood, aren't you?"

"Hey, I can't fight, are you angry~" Xiao Xiaoxing dodged deftly, and pressed down his fist, and the two quarreled across the table.

Wang Sijia was eating breakfast and watching the play cheerfully, watching helplessly that the two people were gradually enveloped by a black arrogance, even forgot the food in their mouths, and stared blankly at the unscrupulous person exuding a dead air.

"He, He Yan...you, you are smoking!"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng looked at He Yan. He was reading a book with his eyelids downcast. The air pressure was indeed a bit low, but he usually looked withdrawn like this, so there was nothing strange about it.

Wang Sijia: "Heh, heh..." She swallowed the food in her mouth, gave He Yan a thumbs up, "Niuuuuuuuuuu!" She gave Fang Cheng a self-seeking look, sat upright and ate her own food, That looks very well-behaved.

Fang Cheng didn't know what charade she was playing, so he slapped Xiao Xiaoxing back, then turned to ask He Yan: "You haven't eaten breakfast, are you hungry?"

He Yan didn't even give him a stingy look, and took notes and turned pages in one go.

"..." Come on, my husband, I don't spoil anyone.