The Good-For-Nothing Demon King's Road To Killing Gods

At one o'clock in the morning, Wang Xichao dragged his exhausted body back to the dormitory, and unexpectedly found that the door was not closed.

He quietly walked into the dormitory and closed the door. He put his backpack on the table and lay down on the bed.

Close your eyes and review today's training.

Suddenly he noticed something was wrong. Two breathing sounds came from Xu Qinghuan's bed opposite!

He took a closer look and saw Xu Qinghuan lying on the bed wearing a black suit and holding a girl in a white dress in his arms.

Wang Xichao was immediately frightened and jumped out of bed. How could the young man with yellow flowers bear this? He immediately rolled up his quilt and ran out of the dormitory.

Wang Xichao, who had slept all night wrapped in a quilt on a bench outside the dormitory, stayed in the distance early the next morning, staring at the dormitory door, thinking that when the girl left, he would go in and question Xu Qinghuan for doing this. How can I be worthy of Xia Yi!

One is a good big brother who is very powerful but very low-key, and the other is a beautiful girl who kills gods and is a sensation in the whole school and even the world. Moreover, this beautiful girl ignores others and is particularly interested in her good big brother. .

Although neither of them has admitted it, various signs indicate that the two are definitely in a relationship, at least in Wang Xichao's eyes, and it has to be the case if not!

He would never allow other coquettish bitches to ruin the couple's relationship.

Just as he was thinking about this, the dormitory door was opened, and a girl wearing a white dress and high heels came out. Xu Qinghuan's flip-flops were on her feet. The girl rubbed her eyes and looked sleepy.

"Good morning." Xia Yi greeted Wang Xichao, who was lying on a bench wrapped in a quilt in the aisle.

"Morning...morning." Wang Xichao couldn't believe his eyes.

After Xia Yi left, Wang Xichao rushed into the dormitory excitedly and quickly patted Xu Qinghuan, who was still sleeping.

"What's wrong? What's wrong!" Xu Qinghuan was awakened.

"Okay, you usually don't tell me when I ask you, but now I see you bringing people back to the dormitory!" Wang Xichao looked excited.

"What and what?" Xu Qinghuan rubbed his eyes.

"Xiayi, Xiayi!"

"What's wrong with Xia Yi?" Xu Qinghuan was confused.

"You're still asking me what's wrong? You brought her back to spend the night last night! She just left now!" Wang Xichao had a bright smile on his face. "Please tell me in advance if you do such a thing, I'll do it directly I’m living outside and won’t come back.”

"Really?" Xu Qinghuan was shocked and began to recall what happened last night.

"Don't pretend to be stupid with me, but I'm curious, how did you get past the dormitory master in the lobby on the first floor?"

"Oops!" Xu Qinghuan jumped out of bed immediately, only to find that the slippers were missing.

"Where are my shoes?"

"Passed through by Xia Yi."

Xu Qinghuan had no time to change her shoes and ran barefoot outside the dormitory. Wang Xichao followed after seeing this.

The two of them ran all the way to the lobby on the first floor and found the dormitory manager lying on the table.

Xu Qinghuan reached out and felt the uncle's breath, and then felt relieved.

He recalled that when he carried Xia Yi back to the dormitory last night, he seemed to have been blocked by the dormitory manager, for fear that he would be too drunk and kill him.

…

A class on the history of the development of alchemical weapons.

An old man with a gray beard was giving a lecture on the podium.

"Since the development of alchemical weapons, humans have been able to forge swords that can cause damage to gods. However, unfortunately, this material is scarce and cannot be used to create large-scale thermal weapons."

Xu Qinghuan raised her hand to speak.

"Isn't there a weapon that can completely kill a god so that it cannot be revived again?"

The old professor nodded and replied: "There are weapons in the world that can completely kill gods, such as Odin's Kungunir, known as the eternal gun in Nordic mythology, and Zeus's weapon Thunder in Greek mythology. The Sword of Victory in the hands of King Arthur in Celtic mythology, the Xuanyuan Sword in our country, etc. However, most of these weapons disappear with the death of the gods or their holders. Even if they are obtained, they are not controllable by ordinary gods. The user's bloodline purity requirements are extremely strict, and if you are not careful, you will be affected by these artifacts and transform into evil spirits."

Xu Qinghuan asked again: "So where can I get these weapons?"

"The current known whereabouts include the Sword of Victory blessed by the British Knights of the Round Table, the Tianyu Yuzhan kept by the Japanese demons, and the Spear of Longinus kept by Leo Academy in the United States." The old professor then sighed, " Unfortunately, these weapons have extremely high requirements for their users. Although they can kill gods, the prerequisite for killing gods is that you can defeat them in close combat, so they are not very practical and are kept as symbols."

After speaking, the old man glanced at Xia Yi, who was sitting in the corner.

"But there are always talented people in the country, and some of you might really be able to use them."

…

It started to rain lightly in the sky.

Xia Yi and Xu Qinghuan walked side by side on the way back to the dormitory holding black umbrellas.

"What do you mean, are you interested in building a weapon that can completely kill gods? I think Japan's Tianyu Yuzhan is very good. It's also close. There's no psychological burden in snatching it. It can be used as a little interest on their debts. Yes." Xu Qinghuan thought seriously.

"Okay." Xia Yi nodded.

An old roadster sped by and Wednesday waved at the two people inside.

"Look at how he looks like he's driving a convertible on rainy days." Xu Qinghuan complained.

Wednesday, who drove away, also complained about Xu Qinghuan: "Idiot, you still want to grab the Japanese tattered sword with the eternal gun."

…

Xu Qinghuan returned to the dormitory, leaned the black umbrella that Wang Xichao had borrowed against the wall, and lay on the bed exhausted.