After crossing, I became a group pet

The classmate who was called stood up in panic. He was also one of the students who insulted Su Qingmian just now.

He didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the sound of the night, fearful, his mind was blank, his ears were buzzing, his hands were trembling, and his lips were trembling.

"I, I, I... My name is An Tong." He lowered his head and couldn't continue.

"The surname is An," Ling Yesheng thought for a while, "There are not many Fuguangduan surnames An, you are from the An family who moved from Beizhou."

"Well, I am I am."

"I have a good impression of the An family. They are down-to-earth and without tricks. Classmate An, I hope you can do the same."

The subtext of the sound of the night is that he is very ambitious and full of unrealistic ideas, which are not in line with An Jia's usual style.

Ling Yesheng's evaluation of them will not be too harsh, they are all very pertinent words, but some words have another meaning, and if you think about it carefully, you will find that he is actually satirizing them around the corner.

There are 23 students in the class, each of them will comment on the sound of the night after they stand up. When Wan Keer stood up, he smiled: "There is no need for Keer, they are all acquaintances."

Wan Ke'er's gentle face turned into a red apple, and she sat back under the envious eyes of the girls around her.

Even the sound of listening to the night didn't make Su Qingmian stand up, and just skipped over him.

Su Qingmian tilted her head to look at the arrogant person on the podium, and those who were satirized by Ling Ye's voice were those who surrounded him and insulted him just now.

Ling Yesheng's venomous tongue is the kind that doesn't show the mountains or the water, and it feels sour after aftertaste. This style is even more offensive than directly saying that people are not good.

Su Qingmian had always disliked his tone, but hearing him talk about those classmates, Su Qingmian felt very happy.

Especially when seeing their changing faces.

Listening to the voice of the night said that a certain boy said the most harshly: "I am not a person who judges people by their appearance, but the moment I saw you, I thought you were a very humorous girl. It must be very good for you to open a joke shop."

That boy really looked like a humorous joke the Creator gave to the world.

Su Qingmian remembered that this boy insulted him the most. He said all the mean things, male dogs, and male rabbits.

The boy was anxious, his lips trembling: "I, I, I... are boys..."

Ling Yesheng leaned forward: "I'm sorry, I didn't distinguish the gender from the appearance just now."

Su Qingmian almost laughed out loud.

After all the 23 students introduced themselves, Ling Yesheng stood up, and with a swipe of his finger, a string of elegant and powerful words appeared on the blackboard: light attribute talent.

"I think all the students present here should know that I have a light attribute talent, called giving, not an attack type talent," said Ling Yesheng himself laughing.

"However, I can give all of my existence to others, including but not limited to, pure vitality, strong combat power, high healing power, and keen senses. Among the existing light attribute talents, I am the only one. A gifted owner who will have a positive effect no matter what spell is used. The "Talent Record" compiled by Senior Baishan evaluates my talent in this way-the best of light, the essence of goodness. It means that giving is of the attribute of light The final development form is pure goodness, without any evil."

Someone couldn't help but ask: "Talent is not aggressive. Wasn't Lord Shu very weak that day?"

Ling Yesheng snorted and laughed: "Have you forgotten what I said? What I give can give me strong combat power. You must know that strength is not only defined by talent, but also by combat power. A person who is good at talent , facing me, maybe even before the spell was cast, it was pierced by my sword."

On the battlefield, none of the soldiers who rushed to the front used spells. It took time to cast spells. Soldiers fought with swords and swords, with courage and perseverance.

And those who cast spells are behind the fighters, using spells to interfere with enemy fighters.

Su Qingmian disagrees with Ling Yesheng's statement. Ling Yesheng is not the only one who is "the most light, the quintessence of goodness", and his life talent will not display negative effects...

Su Qingmian was not convinced anymore.

But for the sake of Ling Yesheng helping him to relieve his anger just now, he didn't stand up and say these words that made Ling Yesheng feel ashamed.

After explaining the basic definition of the light attribute, the sound of the night let them share their views on the light attribute, and an hour passed before they knew it.

Wan Ke'er always looked at Ling Yesheng with an adoring face, her face was full of nympho, even if Ling Yesheng rejected her, it didn't matter, she could watch for a while.

"When it comes to light attributes, I have to mention the tree of the atrium, the source of our light, the carrier of spiritual energy, without the tree of the atrium, our world will be a black gas, stagnant and lifeless, and I will take you to it next. Look at the tree in the courtyard."

The sound of listening to the night did not give them time to react. In the blink of an eye, thousands of scenes shuttled, and unreal phantoms flashed in front of their eyes one after another. The body seemed to lose weight. Everything was in the dark, without any sense of reality. .

When the eyes can see clearly, the five senses suddenly return to the body, as if returning to the earth from the clouds.

They were no longer in the teaching pavilion, and in front of them was the tree in the atrium that could not be seen from the top.

The emerald and silver-streaked leaves were luxuriant like a cover, and the elf with transparent wings hovered and danced, leaving a silver spiritual power in mid-air, which quickly dissipated into nothingness.

The students are as insignificant as ants under the tree in the atrium.

People living in this world have a sense of awe towards the tree of the atrium, they will not stand under the tree of the atrium, they always go around far away.

This is the first time for the students to stand under the tree and feel the majestic vitality and pure spiritual power emanating from the tree in the atrium up close.

Su Qingmian was attracted by the numerous and dense lines on the trunk, and stared at a certain line.

Listening to the Night: "We are all grateful to the tree in the atrium, it is she who brings endless life."

Su Qingmian didn't listen to what Ling Yesheng said later, he put his hand on the tree trunk involuntarily, feeling the texture of the texture in the palm of his hand.

This move is what he wants to do, but not what he wants to do. It seems that the tree in the atrium is infecting him.

The moment his hand touched the tree trunk, Su Qingmian was in a trance, as if he had touched the root of the atrium before, his consciousness sank into it, and he "saw" the golden spiritual power flowing inside the tree trunk.

White balls floated up one after another in the strips of spiritual energy, consciousness was introduced into a certain ball, and a memory shrouded it.

After Su Mu was captured by "they", more than half a month later, there was news that Su Mu's talent showed signs of mutating and darkening, and "they" wanted to shoot Su Mu in public.

That day, Su Mu was pushed to the execution ground, which was not far from the tree in the atrium, just in front of the square.

Even if everyone is noble and disdains to dance with the humble, when Su Mu was executed by fire, the square was still full of people. They all wanted to see what it would be like for a person with dark attribute talent to be executed by fire. Look, will it be disgusting, will it be dirty?

Wow, I can't eat just thinking about it.

The execution ground is presided over by "them", and Ling Yesheng is also there. He is like the judge of the world, floating aside indifferently, and his white clothes are full of youthfulness, swaying and floating.

Su Mu's eyes were covered with a piece of black silk. He stood in the center of the square, and countless people's eyes were focused on him.

On both sides are two huge fire dragons with fleshy wings, breathing out flames from their nostrils.

Su Mu straightened his waist, his thin face was expressionless, as if this was a very ordinary day.

Su Qingmian's scalp was numb when he "seeed" the fire dragon next to him. These people wouldn't want to use the fire from the fire dragon to burn Su Mu to death, right? How did they come up with such a cruel thing!

Who will save Su Mu!

Su Qingmian, who was intoxicated in the memory, had no awareness of the memory at all. For him, this was what was happening, something that he was unable to stop even with his hoarse voice, and the pain was so painful that it was hard to breathe.

Su Mu would be burned to death. The flames in the dragon's breath jumped, and the purple flames silently told people that the temperature of the flames was terribly high.

The representatives of "their" are dressed in solemn black clothes, with a hood covering their heads, so that their faces cannot be seen.

He shouted loudly: "No matter where you come from, no matter what kind of life you live, no matter what beliefs you have, we all have a common enemy, that is darkness, they bring panic, bring killing. Hundreds of billions Over the years, we have continued to expel darkness and maintain pure light, but there will always be people with dark attribute talents among us. In order to show our respect for life, we do not take their lives at the beginning. Accept our trial, and if they show any signs of mutating and completely darkening, they will be executed immediately."

He pointed at Su Mu in the center, and yelled, "This person is the latest person we discovered showing signs of mutation. Before he goes dark, we must plan ahead and kill him!"

"I declare, execution!"

The fire dragon is ready to go.

"do not want!"

A young man stumbled in and ran in. Someone tried to stop him, but he repelled him with magic. The young man threw himself on Su Mu's body, protecting Su Mu tightly. His small body was extremely stubborn.

Seeing this young man, Su Qingmian woke up for a moment and realized that he was looking at a memory, just like the memory he saw after touching the root of the atrium in the forest.

This boy was the original owner three years ago.

The original owner yelled: "I don't believe that a person's character can become bad due to a change in talent. My brother is the city lord of Yunmengze, a city lord loved by the common people. He will not do that kind of casual killing. "

The man in black was furious when he saw that someone dared to challenge him on such an occasion: "What do you know as a child? Go home."

The original owner glared at him, like the eyes of a newborn Xiaohu facing danger, vigilant and nervous: "You are the one who doesn't understand, I want to take my brother home together."

The man in black couldn't tolerate those who opposed him, and raised his hand to punish the original owner, but Ling Yesheng made a move before the man in black.

Ling Yesheng floated in the air, looking down at the original owner.

The original owner was pressed to the ground by his spiritual power, biting his lip and looking up at him.

"Darkness is evil, and always has been."

Ling Ye's cold voice came out, "Are you going to challenge the authority of the law enforcement?"

Su Qingmian suddenly understood that "they" were law enforcers.

"I don't care what law enforcer, I want to take my brother away!" The original owner struggled, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the suppression of Ling Yesheng, big drops of tears fell on the ground, helpless and pitiful, no one People came forward to help him.

He was just a young man who wanted to take his brother home. He was inexperienced, pure-minded, and had never done any evil things, but there was no one to help him.

With a wave of Ling Yesheng's hand, Su Qingmian rolled several times on the ground, her face was scratched by the sand on the ground, and fresh blood gushed from the wound.

Su Mu was blindfolded and couldn't see anything. In fact, he couldn't hear either. He didn't know what happened outside.

Unaware that his younger brother was bleeding in front of him.