I am in love with the planet

Courage is something like this, maybe it came out out of fright. After experiencing a series of female ghosts blocking the way, zombies chasing and killing, and zombies biting, I was licked four times by female ghosts, hugged by zombies three times, The "Silver Knight" who had been bitten twice by the zombie thought so.

Now when he sees a group of blue phantoms, he is not afraid at all, and even wants to laugh a little.

This kind of cute color scheme, jelly-like shape, and 3D fluorescent effect, is it used to deceive children?

"Don't be in a daze, go away!!!"

On the other side of the ghost, a group of people shouted in a panic, thinking that the young man was scared out of his wits.

Looking at the frightened crowd, the "Silver Knight" calmly reached out and grabbed the ghost in his hand, squeezed it, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

"Do you know where the others are?"

"Don't know? Then follow me, let's find it slowly!"

I have to say, this way of appearance is really... handsome!

"Silver Knight" held the little ghost with a jelly-like Q bomb, and while explaining the current situation to the audience behind him, he walked through the blood-red dry land, the windy forest, and the forest lit by ghost fire and ghosts. to find more survivors.

He didn't know, because of his tall image at this moment, he got a new nickname from then on—Ghost Seeing Sorrow!

...and many, many girlfriend-climbing fans poached from other contestants.

So safe!

In many subsequent competitions, the very yellow "Three Seconds Kneeling" and the miserable green "Ghost Seeing Sorrow" were the most popular and largest teams among the fan clubs.

The "conqueror of the universe" who was so angry that he wanted to be red scratched a lot of hair.

·

"Everyone, go in."

When Mr. Jing and Mr. Yong rushed all the way to save the audience at eight thousand speeds, Yuan Lingjun, who was informed by Yuanyuan, also used Mr. Yong's pendant to open a door that could accommodate the two of them side by side.

Maybe it was a technical problem, the door he opened didn't look as good as Mr. Yong's.

Gusts of gloomy wind, black clouds and blood mist, and howling ghosts and wolves faintly came from the door.

The translucent door frame is not rust red, but blood that has dried up long ago, and the edges have turned black. If you look carefully, there are five bright finger prints, as if you are desperately grabbing the door frame, but you are dragged by something forcefully. Entering the door, the heart-piercing screams seemed to be echoing beside my ears...

stop.

Unable to continue thinking about it, the referee standing in front of the door shuddered.

Yuan Lingjun made a "please" gesture.

"Either...or you should go in first." Very rarely, as a tough guy with strong bones, the referee's legs softened in front of this door.

"Who will close the door when I go in?" Yuan Lingjun replied lightly, rubbing the little yellow chicken in his arms.

"..."

"Hurry up," Yuan Lingjun urged, and by the way, put a layer of high-tech on Mr. Yong's pseudoscience: "This is Mr. Yong's exclusive four-dimensional space technology. It hasn't had time to apply for a patent. It has been kept open for a long time Waste of money. Know about interstellar short distance jump? Kind of like that."

"I know."

The referees behind him were a group of technical geeks who were obsessed with studying machinery all day long. They didn't know much about this technology based on space physics. Being fooled by Yuan Lingjun like this, they still thought it made sense.

"Hey, you should apply for a patent earlier," said a referee, "It would be great if there was such a space built into the mecha, so you can go back to pet your pet at any time when you go out to play the game."

"..."

Tengu puffed up his chest and let out a "meow~~~",

This kind of spirit of not forgetting to absorb furry when going out to fight is very worth advocating.

The technical geeks are not very courageous, even the most heroic referee has softened, and the rest of the people are lingering, and it seems that it is almost a minute, and no one dares to be the first to eat crabs.

Yuan Lingjun was impatient.

"I gave you a chance," he said to himself.

"what?"

"thump."

With a kick behind his butt, Yuan Lingjun directly kicked the referee who was dawdling in front of the goal.

⊙0⊙!

The referees, teachers and students who lined up behind were terrified.

Yuan Lingjun has always faced everyone with a gentle and amiable look. No one thought that he would kick as soon as he said it, without pausing. Those legs were long and straight, and when he kicked someone's butt There was a gust of wind.

One foot at a time, awesome.

"Time is running out," Yuan Lingjun retracted his legs and said with a smile, "Does anyone else need my help? Let me tell you in advance, if you go in by yourself, you can still choose the direction. If I help, the landing point is not easy to control. "

"..."

Silent as a cicada.

Among the gazes looking at the Great Demon King, only the alien beasts from the "Shanhai Acrobatic Troupe" puffed up their chests and their eyes sparkled. It's a pity that Guan Guan is not there at the moment, otherwise they would still be able to separate their voices and sing a song.

——This is our great witch!Big witch!Big witch!

——The big witch is super fierce!Huge!The worst!

……

That is, the big witch is a man with a gluttonous left hand, a poor right hand, a foot on Xingtian, and even his little aunt Jingwei can subdue him.

"Ok?"

The extremely fierce big witch rolled his eyes, and the technical geeks behind him all had weak legs.

"No, there's no need to help, we... I'll go in by myself."

Unexpectedly, the first ones who stand up to death are not the older teachers and referees, but a trembling young student who is about to be shaken into a sieve.

"..."

Yuan Lingjun sized up this weak chicken for three seconds, and when his knees were about to fail and he knelt down with a "slap", he finally remembered who he was.

Isn't this the unlucky ghost who contributed his head to Mr. Yong's horror house, but was locked in a small black room and ate human flesh for himself, and was not allowed to come out if he couldn't finish eating?

"go in."

Compassionately let him out of the way, looking at the back of the unlucky ghost in a hurry as if he had narrowly escaped death, Yuan Lingjun thought deeply—

It seems that Mr. Yong is more good at teaching people.

Or?People who have been abused once are more likely to accept reality when they are abused for the second time?

He took a serious walk, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the team hadn't shortened, so he raised his foot——

Forget it, who should kick in next?

·

5 minute, 4 minutes, 3 minutes...

In the room at the center of the clock tower, the atmosphere is very tense.

Master Angor sat on a chair in the central control room, facing Mr. Lord, the dean of Deperot College.

Mr. Lord was a little nervous, but Master Angel was very calm, at least he seemed very calm.

He caught up with Mr. Lord.

"I remember when we met for the first time, we were in our early 20s, at the freshman course selection office of the Federal Comprehensive College."

"Your memory has always been so good." Mr. Lord said.

"No," Master Angel smiled, "It may be because I have installed a newly produced large-capacity storage chip in my body."

"..."

"Don't mention this, Lord, I actually envied you when I was in school."

"why?"

"There are many reasons. You are from the Central Galaxy, handsome, and have a good family background... The Depero family is one of the largest families in the council. Don't tell me you don't know that half of the girls in the class have a crush on you."

"Hehe." Mr. Lord was a little proud, a smug smile appeared on his handsome face despite his age: "There are indeed more girls who like me than you."

"It's enough for me to have Ruth." Master Ander was very disdainful.

After recalling the past, the conversation reached a difficult and obscure place.

"So, I thought we were friends, shared similar ideals, we agreed on many issues... We built the Clock Tower together, it was the most perfect work... So, when exactly did you and I Started to part ways?"

"Maybe it's time to grow up." Mr. Lord stopped smiling, he raised his head, his eyes were dark: "Angel, you are just you, but behind me stands the entire Deperot family. "

"If I had to talk about a time...it would be after Teacher Li Ya disappeared. You and I both have a fate we have to accept."

"..."

Master Angel wanted to say something more, but found that at some point, he and this old friend who had been close to each other had nothing to say except reminiscing about the past.

"Where are you going to take the audience?" He was silent for a long time before suddenly asking.

Master Angel originally did not expect Mr. Lord to tell him the answer, but he actually spoke.

"A place to make them stronger and more useful," he said.

However, the value of a person should not be measured by "useful" or "useless".

There was another lengthy silence.

The clock tower itself is named after "clock" because of the uniform scales distributed on its surface. With the rotation of the planet, the mechanical gears rotate together to accurately indicate the time.

Looking up from every corner of the clock tower, you can see the time orientation and star changes demonstrated by the scales on the dome.

"Click, click——"

Amidst the undetectable sound of gears moving, the time limit of 5 minutes came.

"Boom!!!"

A spot of blood-like bright red exploded on the center console in front of him, and a piercing alarm sounded in the main control room, showing that there was a large-scale energy reaction on the planet that exceeded the normal level.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but even the clock tower they are in can feel a slight tremor.

"I didn't lose after all." A smile appeared on Mr. Lord's lips.

"No," Master Angor looked down at Guangnao calmly, and insisted: "You really lost, stop desperately resisting, it's pointless. When you were in school, for four full years, you didn't care about any games you played. If you haven’t won against me, you will always be No.2 even in the exam.”

Mr. Lord: "..."

It's too much to expose people's scars like this!

Fearing that he still didn't believe it, Master Angel directly put his own light brain in front of Mr. Lord.

"look!"

The alarm had been lifted, and Yuan Lingjun was the first to come out of Mr. Yong's terrifying space.

He took a deep breath of the air that smelled of sex, dialed Master Angel's number, or made a video call.

"Hi!" Standing on a piece of messy land, stepping on the tree trunk that was blown away by the bomb, Yuan Lingjun greeted the two old people in a refreshing way——

"Everything is normal, the audience is very safe, just in case, I want to wait for the police to come before releasing the audience."

"As you wish." Master Angel said kindly.

He looked at Mr. Lord, and asked his old friend, "What about the gangsters?"

Yuan Lingjun smiled embarrassedly. He rubbed the little yellow chicken in his hand: "This... the gangsters are also very safe. I guarantee it on my reputation!"

"As for when to release them... I think it's better to wait until the psychiatrist is in place."

Or, the rough way to save money and effort is to find a mental hospital directly, and 80.00% of the gangsters will probably spend their summer vacation there, reshaping the world view.

"see it?"

After a few words of praise to Yuan Lingjun, Master Angel hung up the communication complacently.

He turned to Mr. Lord, pointed at Yuan Lingjun who was stroking a chicken, hugging a monkey, and Jingwei lying on top of his head, and proudly said: "My student!"

"What a capable child," Mr. Angel showed off in different ways: "You don't have such capable students, because all your students were caught by my students!"

Mr. Lord: "..."

He looked at Master Angel whose braids were about to curl up in front of him, and for the thousandth and first time he had a firm idea——

Even after so many years, everyone is already an old man, Angel is still so arrogant, conceited, and can't chat.

I used to rely on IQ to attack others indiscriminately, but now I rely on students to attack others indiscriminately, it is simply too annoying!