System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

She touched my head!

"Although I don't know what you're thinking, did you really understand what I just said?" Seeing Fina's nympho expression, Syl took a breath, calmed down and wanted to pinch her heart. The impulsiveness of her face.

What a beautiful girl with an elf-like appearance, but why is her brain not working well?

"Write it! I promise to finish it tonight!" Fina nodded quickly.She could see that from the title of this report, Fina knew that the instructor was really going to start cultivating her knowledge of riots.

And... all of Suramar...

Fina's eyes gradually brightened, and an evil smile couldn't be restrained from the corners of her mouth, a terrifying aura spread inadvertently.

She seemed to have seen that she and her mentor had turned the entire Suramar into a disorderly wasteland.

The former poor became mobs, stepping on the corpses of those who were once high above them and wantonly insulting them.

Maybe after everything is finished, Fina's potion can be successfully digested.

"Then teacher, where shall we meet tomorrow?" Fina asked, this was the question she was most concerned about.

After finishing speaking, Fina seemed to think of something again, and quickly asked, "Or where do you live? I'll send you the report by the way tomorrow?"

Syl lowered his head and thought for a while before replying:

"No need. Tomorrow, let's gather here. The time is set at 7 o'clock in the morning."

"Okay!" Fina nodded, then stood on tiptoe, and asked, "Then, do you want the students to take you back?"

"Go back by yourself, I still have things to do." Syl waved his hand, turned and walked towards the depths of the alley, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!!!" Fina waved her hands high, until Syl's figure disappeared at the end of the alley, Fina did not leave.

After standing there for about 10 minutes, Fina breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is no smell of potion at all...but even ordinary words have the effect of polluting the spirit..."

"Teacher, this is, have you completely controlled the mythical form? This is a symbol of the sixth level..."

Fina felt her hands trembling with excitement. In this era when everyone was locked in the fifth level, she could still see someone who might be a sixth level person, and this was her mentor.

This made Fina feel as if she had been drugged, excited and happy.

And the instructor is so pretty~

Fina hummed excitedly, picked up the paintbrush that fell to the ground because of excitement just now, and continued the painting just now.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she stretched out her hand and moved towards the entrance of the alley. The corpse that had committed suicide just now slowly crawled up in front of her, and stood up unsteadily.

Fina stretched out her right hand holding the paintbrush, and stabbed at the soldier's bleeding chest, the paintbrush was covered with blood.

Turning around to face the wall, a bloody smiling face appeared on the portrait of the clown on the wall.

The paintbrush in Fina's hand slipped, she took a step forward slowly, opened her arms, and stuck her whole body on the portrait of the clown.

"tutor......"

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PS:

Uh... I owe a chapter, and the blade almost got together.

Today's ice magic~

【1. Materialism!Forever God! 】

[2. Pharaoh, who could not produce witnesses, was sentenced to be a monkey by the judge. 】

【3. "Barely able to flush." ​​Xiao Ming pointed to the inferior toilet in front and said. 】

2333333~ Ask for a ticket!The bounty is on!

Chapter 120 Chapter 110 Seven

After saying goodbye to Fina, Syl was not in a hurry to leave the Ibiza district.

Because now I only need to stay in the Ibiza area, looking at the dilapidated streets and the thick smoke and flames everywhere, including the clown marks painted everywhere on the walls.

All of this made the clown feel more comfortable than ever before. Not only was his spirit extremely excited, but even the progress of his integration was steadily increasing, reaching a figure close to 60%.

And that number keeps going up.

But Searle didn't dare to walk too wildly on the street, just overlooking all this from the top of the building.

She felt that as long as she continued to stay a little longer and enjoy this wonderful result, the progress of the fusion would be directly full.

Unfortunately, there is not enough time.

If you delay it any longer, you will not be able to go back to church in time.

Thinking of this, Syl felt a little irritable in his heart.

"Fuck tmd Sharon, fuck Goddess Hope, I fuck all of you! I just want to stay here, I don't want to go anywhere."

With a crazy look on his face, Syl raised his cane and slammed it fiercely at the next door, knocking down a few pieces of the chimney next door.

The tiger's mouth where Syl was holding the cane was also slightly numb from the shock.

Under the influence of the clown's consciousness, some of the suppressed emotions in her heart were violently vented out.

After venting out the annoyance in his heart, Searle felt that he was not so depressed.

Sure enough, vulgar language is the most suitable for venting. Although it is not very civilized, it is really cool.

A drop of rain fell on the tip of Syl's nose, making her feel a bit of coolness.

"It's raining?"

Syl frowned, raised his hand and touched the wet spot on his nose.

"Boom—"

There was another muffled thunder in the sky, and raindrops began to drip down.

"I hate rainy days..." Syl frowned and murmured, "Shoes covered in mud and wet hair are nothing elegant..."

When Syl said that, the smile that was still on his face faded away, and he snapped his fingers expressionlessly.

"Saint—"

A dim light with a little black stripes flashed, and Syl's saintly body appeared on the spot.

Then Syl froze, opened his eyes slightly, feeling the increasing rain.

"No, clown, you don't like rain, so you let me out in the rain???"

Although transformation is something that only Syl can control, but the consciousness that wants to transform can be affected.

Searle had a sense of the absurd now.

It feels like you raised a cat, and then it rained heavily. The cat is afraid of water and lifts you up as an umbrella.

"I'll go to you!"

Searle scolded the clown silently in his heart, feeling numb.

She reached for the hood and began to look for a place to go down on the roof.

It's not that she doesn't want to become a dragon girl or other character cards and jump directly, but she finds it troublesome to do so.

First of all, the clothes of the character card will get wet, and then when he comes out next time, he will still be in a wet state, unable to act immediately.

The saint got wet, at least she can change clothes after going back tonight.

"Oh... so the tool man is actually myself..."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Searle's eyes were almost blinded by the rain, and the glasses in front of him were also covered with water droplets.

Helpless, Searle could only take off his glasses, put them inside his clothes, and began to crawl slowly down the alley window.

"If the clown knew that her controller went downstairs like this, she would probably be autistic ^^D"

"Shut up you!"

After Searle said something, he began to concentrate on his rock climbing work.

After exhausting the strength of the boss, Seale climbed to the second floor.

After looking at the current distance from the ground, Syl jumped and landed perfectly, splashing a lot of water...

and stepped on a piece of gravel in a small puddle.

This piece of gravel caused Syl's center of gravity to suddenly become unstable, and only a slight "click" was heard, and Syl's right foot was twisted.

"hiss--"

Searle squatted down and touched his ankle, taking a deep breath in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"

Syl was in so much pain that she almost burst into tears, and quickly raised her hand to give herself a healing hand.

But apart from feeling a little better, the strain didn't heal at all.

If before releasing the Healing Hand, Syl put on a pain mask and touched his ankle, then after releasing the Healing Hand, he could cry out the pain calmly, and was even a little happy.

"What b magic!"

Syl staggered up while leaning on the wall, and began to move towards the entrance of the alley little by little with a limp foot.

At this moment, behind Syl's invisible back, the small golden shield flickered slightly.

A figure in a black robe and holding a black umbrella appeared behind Syl.

Searle didn't seem to notice the appearance of this figure.

The figure silently watched Syl's limping back while leaning on the wall.

Syl was soaked by the rain, his pale golden hair stuck to the robe behind him, and the exposed ankles under the black robe were obviously red and swollen.