Demon King Dad

There was no sound in the restaurant. Everyone seemed to realize that the hapless eater had said something that could not be said, and rushed to shut up and lowered their heads to eat. Just when everyone thought the matter was over, one of the diners seemed to think of something and suddenly raised his head--

"Trit? Trit? Wait a minute, didn't the Imperial Army destroy a rebel? The guy who took the lead seems to be named Trit."

"what------???!!!"

Quilin, who had been quieter, suddenly beamed her eyes! She pulled the flying knife back, rushed to the side of the diners, and said loudly: "What did you just say? That person... is called Cui Te?!"

"Yes...Yes! It was published in the newspaper a while ago. It seems to have been captured alive, and it was brought back to Fengchusha City three days ago, locked in a death row, waiting for trial."

The tension in Quilin's eyes instantly turned into excitement. She ran back to the idiot's desk in three steps and picked up her bag of handouts and textbooks. Afterwards, she dropped the two Sulas and pointed to the table and said loudly: "Waiter! Give this child another bowl of cold noodles! Sorry, little gentleman. I am in a hurry so I can't continue to eat with you. After eating, Go home quickly, do you know? Goodbye!"

Is it because you are too excited? Quirine suddenly reached out and hugged the idiot's head, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and then rushed out quickly. The diners all around laughed when they saw it, and then ate for themselves, thanking the ghost queen for leaving. And after thinking about it for an idiot...

Continue to sit in the position, waiting for the bowl of cold noodles.

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Since that day, the idiot has never seen Miss Quirine again. But it is more correct to say that she never came to class at all. Through the contact for more than a month, it is really hard for an idiot to imagine that the teacher who seems to be poorer than him and lacking money would give up working. It seems that the news that her family's enemy has been arrested really makes her excited.

However, all this has nothing to do with idiots. He still wears those heavy handcuffs and ankle chains, and still sweeps the street with a broom every day. From time to time, I received the order from the principal of Campa to audit in the classes of some other teachers, and study words hard, hoping to reach the level of independent reading as soon as possible.

However, I don’t know whether it was Principal Campa deliberately or a slight mistake. When the time entered December and the hot desert kingdom entered winter, he followed the instructions to the martial arts platform in the central square and saw the class in front of him. Students and teachers.

"Huh? The prisoner with a sick brain that sweeps the floor? Why did he get here?"

In the past, idiots used to listen to basic knowledge classes for junior students. But what appeared in front of me were all martial arts professors taught by eleven or twelve-year-old children. Those students who were holding various weapons in their hands and were trying to fight each other saw idiots holding bread appear, all surprisingly, they stopped fighting.

"Master Dai Lao, why did this man come here?"

Felt and Innselton, headed by Dai Lau, are also taking this class. Unlike others, Dai Laupei wears a magnificent family heirloom sword and sits elegantly on a chair watching other people perform martial arts. At the moment the idiot entered, Felt could not help but mumble softly.

The idiot's gaze swept across the audience, and he took the paper with the location in his hand and looked at it again... Yes, it was indeed here. With that said, is he going to be the...assistant of the teacher who looks like a skeleton?

The idiot stuffed the piece of paper into his arms, walked to the teacher's side step by step and stood still while everyone was watching.

Dracula's skinny face was clearly unhappy. He snorted and didn't pay attention to the beggar at all. Instead, he let the children stand in two rows. After Dai Lau sneered, he stood up and stood at the top of the row on the left.

"Gentlemen, your warm-up should be over. I am the teacher of your martial arts department, and today I will teach you all kinds of advanced knowledge about fighting. You are the pillars of the future of the country, and you are the glory of the empire. So. You have to become strong, so strong that no one can knock you down!"

Dracula raised the blood-red crutch he held in his right hand and knocked **** the ground. Later, he ordered everyone to sit down and listen to his lecture.

"Hey, you, walk me a little farther."

The crutch studded with red gems prodded the idiot's shoulder, and Dracula looked at him condescendingly with contempt in his eyes.

"Hehehe, that idiot is really ignorant. Teacher Dracula is a famous nobleman. Let alone common people, he doesn't even look at the baron and the viscount, let alone a beggar?" Some of the students chuckled.

The idiot lowered his head silently, took a step back, and stood outside the crowd. At this moment, the sky has become gray. Some thin snowflakes fluttered, riding the wind, and scattered down.

Dracula retracted his crutches and never looked at the idiot again. After a light cough, he began to teach: "Gentlemen, do you know the name of the strength level?"

This question stunned the students. Many of them actually knew it, but in the face of this teacher Dracula, everyone had an attitude of talking less and listening more.

Facing all this, Dai Lao let out a sneer. He stretched out his hand and spread out his palm, let a thin snowflake fall on his hand, and said in a clear voice——

"Forging body, burning technique, refining heart, pure spirit, bone, spirit, burning soul. The above seven."

Dracula nodded, not for Dai Lao's knowledge, but for his spirit of daring to speak in front of everyone and full of leadership.

"Very good. Then, Mr. Goodsay, please tell me, which stage are you at?"

The idiot in the distance heard all these words in his ears. He held the sleeping bread and lowered his head, letting the snowflakes fall quietly on his head and shoulders.

Dai Lao stood up, sneered, and said, "I'm already at the intermediate level of scorching skills."

"You are doing a good job. Could you please tell everyone, if you start martial arts at the age of five, how long does it take for the average person to reach the intermediate level of burning skills?"

"After the baptism of the Royal Academy, coupled with excellent teachers and professors, it may take about fourteen years old. If the qualifications are dull, it may be more than twenty years old. Once again, it may be the same for a lifetime."

"What about you? How long did it take?"

Dai Lao carried his hands on his back, a sneer of contempt at the corner of his mouth. His eyes swept across the students sitting on the ground, Lang Lang said: "I started fencing at the age of seven, and it has only been four years now."

As soon as this sentence was uttered, the students around could not help but let out a soft exclamation! The idiot in the distance heard an exclamation and slowly raised his head. Coincidentally, his eyes met Dai Lao who was also standing.

"Humph."

Dai Lau sneered again, looked back, and looked at Dracula.

Dracula thrust his cane into the ground and instructed the two students to go to the edge of the square and bring an iron basket there. The two students went, and they all seemed surprised when they saw the contents in the iron basket. When the two of them raised the iron basket together, they showed a very strenuous expression, and hummed the iron basket over.

Dracula took out something from the iron basket. Seeing it, not only the students, but even the idiots were surprised. Because the thing made a clanging noise and was connected by chains. It wasn't the handcuffs and anklets exactly like his body. What was it?

"As a soldier, you have to keep yourself in a situation where you can go into battle at any time. Unfortunately, this world is not that simple. There will always be various obstructions that will prevent you from exerting your strength. Being able to overcome adversity and win victory is what I want to teach you today."

Dracula threw the iron chain at Dai Lao. This action might seem nothing to others, but when the idiot saw this scene, his eyes widened immediately! The handcuffs and ankle chains are always on his body, making him unclear about the weight on it all the time. Although action is not a hindrance, he knows how terrifying these two pairs are no longer tightening at all times, and how terrifying the iron chain that needs to be maintained at all times to separate them.

But now... Dracula actually lifted weights as if... he threw such a heavy chain... at the one who was only one year older than him? !

In the next moment, Dai Lau's actions surprised the idiot again. The other party did not retreat, but raised his left hand very leisurely, very easily... he caught the pair of handcuffs!

So strong. Maybe the strength alone is ten times bigger than the opponent.

Dai Lau looked at the handcuffs in his hands, snorted, then put them on his hands and tightened them. Dracula distributed the handcuffs and anklets to all the students, asking them to bind their hands and feet. Some students are not quite used to it, and seem to act clumsy after wearing them. But one thing is that none of them is like the idiot when they first started, being crushed by these heavy chains and unable to climb.

... Campa said... everyone here can do it... not nonsense...

The idiot lowered his head, ashamed that he had dared to boast about killing Quilin's enemy. This is a desperate behavior. Look, even people with the highest level of scorching skill can be so strong, so how strong is Cui Te who is a pure spirit?