MTL - Martial King’s Retired Life-v7 Chapter 10 . 畎 acres [Part1 / 2]
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Da Ren Xue Palace, the black and white building is a series of school buildings.
One is no different from the others.
It's just the atmosphere inside, but it's very unusual.
Neatly arranged tables and chairs, a clean and bright environment, sits a group of young girls who can be said to be proud of the sky.
One of the teenagers sat where Mr. was supposed to sit, leaning back on the chair.
He looks very handsome, and his narrow eyes bring the femininity of silky charm. The immature figure shows his identity as a teenager-he can't be more than eighteen years old.
The boy's face was somber, as if his mood could affect everyone's breathing. At the moment he spoke, the whole room couldn't help the heartbeat.
"So you're back?"
In contrast to him, the young man in the school of the general office, is also the object of bullying, hatred, but can't help but be afraid. It was the second son of the servant of the Tobu Ministry, named Lu Feiming.
But at this moment, Lu Feiming was shaking with uncontrollably legs and whitish lips.
The teenager's eyes never looked at him, as if muttering to himself.
"I asked you to abolish the surname or whatever, so that he can no longer appear in the Academy. You'd better count it if you interrupted one of his legs. Hey, I'm getting more and more uncomfortable.
Lu ~ Feiming couldn't help it.
"But the chief prince ... I really deserve that surname. If I kill him, I'm afraid it will cause uproar.
The boy glanced at him obliquely and said softly. i. Guangmu Xiaoxian
"Did I ask you something?"
Lu ~ Feiming's face suddenly looked ugly like a dead man.
Suddenly a man came out beside the teenager, grinning, but with malice in his eyes. Without seeing how he moved, he actually grabbed Lu Feiming's finger.
But when he heard a whining sound, Lu Feiming knelt on the ground holding his hands, always silent. But there were five **** nails on the ground.
Lu Feiming desperately held down his bleeding finger, tears couldn't help turning around his eyes, his lips were bitten, but he never dared to scream.
The entire classroom was full of people, but it seemed like they hadn't seen it.
The teenager seemed to have completely lost interest in those kneeling on the ground, glancing at the student who had just entered the door.
"Zhao Xin, why have you been so long?" The boy frowned, "how did your clothes get wet?"
"Meet a **** of plague 4j at the door \" =
Zhao Xinqi said bluntly: "Not only did I be late, but I fell into the lake. When I found him, I wanted him to look good!
The teenager showed no interest in this nonsense and reached out.
"Yongheng Qianzhuang's seal, you have it. Give it up."
"Of course, you can rest assured that I do things. While they haven't found their lost, we can ...".
Zhao Xin touched his arms, and suddenly the color changed dramatically.
book.SFA
"Oh, I ...
SF Light Novel
"You? What?"
"Lost .... It seems like it was lost.
Teenager's complexion-Shen: "You seem to want to become like him.
The man next to the teenager also suddenly walked towards Zhao Xin, the action-the same-unstoppable palpitations.
Shouted Zhao Xin in a panic.
"Yes, I remember it! It's that plague god! He hit me a bit, and when I get up, things are gone! It's him! It must be him who took it
The boy waved to stop, wondering.
"What **** of plague? \ '
"It's a man who grows tall, the thief is sloppy, always hippie with a smiley face, and also looks ugly. He's about 27 years old.
Yes, I remember. He said he called, Hong Jiu!
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It is said that in the dynasty hundreds of years ago, Confucianism once occupied the position of overlord of rivers and lakes. For a long period of time, the Confucian martial arts was once the right of the martial arts.
Because of their special status and noble bloodlines, the leaders of Confucianism all have the so-called; Emperor Wulin's title.
But there are no thousand-year undefeated flowers. As time went on, the interior of Confucianism was rotten, and the struggle was serious, and finally ushered in a day of collapse.
At the time of dissolution, Confucianism could not even be called 'tree fall and disperse'. When leaving, the East-Hammer-West Mallet is not much better than the cottage.
After dissipating for many years, some old people set up stoves beside the East China Sea, claiming to be the survivors of the sea. They nurtured and grown according to the original way, and gradually recovered a little bit of anger. But the world is changing, and the situation was not the day before. They kept a low profile and regained their fame again in the sixties or seventies, and they developed into the later sea-pie.
This part of people is considered to have inherited the tradition of Confucianism that year, and it is regarded as the representative of Confucianism today.
The uncle Huang is in front of this generation of Haipai, or one of the leaders of Confucianism-"Xuan Duan
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