Kikyo and I are of one mind

The English class came again, and the blond big wave also appeared in the class again, but this time, she seemed to be "better" a lot, and began to teach English in the same way as she was teaching.

"Well, Yuki, right? I heard you were the only one who forced that octopus back? Do you know what his weakness is?"

The blond big wave spoke in standard American English, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and ignored her.

"I said...you know...that octopus..." The blond big wave had blue veins popping up on his forehead, but he still suppressed his anger and asked word by word.

However, Feng Xue suddenly curled her lips when she was speaking, and then said in a London accent that was fluent to almost the level of her mother tongue:

"Why should I tell you?"

After finishing speaking, he switched to German, Italian, French, Spanish, Chinese, Norwegian... Finally, with the other party's bewildered expression, he said in American English learned from old things:

"When I come to be a foreign teacher, I will obediently attend your class. If I want to inquire about information, I will talk after class."

"Crack!" The blond big wave kneaded the chalk in her hand into a very fine powder, which fully demonstrated her strength as a killer.

However, she admitted.

Because she couldn't beat Feng Xue.

That's right, the killer's world is that simple, if you can't beat the opponent, then you just endure it.

However, the blond haired big wave did not give up, but shifted her attention to other students. Amid Chibane's calls, she finally found a rare and cute student. With tears streaming down her face, she hugged her blue-haired double ponytails and gave her a [-]-hit deep kiss. Afterwards, she began to collect information.

"That's why Nagisa-san is inferior!"

"That's right, that's super low! To be captured by that culprit so easily!"

After a long while, the girls immediately agreed, almost showing signs of hanging up the blue-haired double ponytails, but at this moment, they all shut up suddenly, because the blonde with big waves wearing a leather tunic that looked like blood drops , suddenly appeared behind Feng Xue, wrapped his arms around his arms, and captured him with a pair of murder weapons——

"Listen to you, are you brave?"

"Just kidding, I'm super handy!" Feng Xue rolled her eyes when she heard the obviously provocative tone of the blond big wave.

Although he felt that this bitch killer didn't understand this kind of meme, he still accepted it indifferently, and then casually pulled her aside, continuing to admire Kikyo's way of reading a book.

"Hey! Brat! Don't you feel anything at all?" The blond Big Wave stared at her for the first time when she encountered a weapon attack that failed. It was obvious that her weapon had captured the other party, but she didn't even react at all. Is this guy really a 15-year-old boy?

Where's your blood?

What about your brother who stands up when swept by the current while swimming?

Could it be a feeling of coldness?

Teacher Bichi had deep doubts about Feng Xue, but Feng Xue cast a disdainful glance at her from the corner of her eye:

"Bichi, who is not even Hei Changzhi, has no fighting power in front of me!"

"As expected of Youxi, you can do what we can't do so easily!"

A group of students booed loudly, paying the highest respect to Feng Xue who was so loyal to his xp.

"If you dissect thousands of corpses, you can easily treat that thing as ordinary fat."

Feng Xue spread her hands indifferently, and took a piece of paper casually. The hand holding the pencil seemed to be drawn by something, and waved it quickly. About 30 seconds later, he turned the paper over and began to draw again.

……

"What?" Taiga Okajima, who was incomprehensible to Feng Xue who could resist the temptation, walked to Feng Xue's table, glanced at the pattern on it, and then...

"puff--"

The standard comic-style nosebleed fountain was displayed in front of all the students.

"Okajima! Take heart!" Masayoshi Kimura immediately rushed up to hug him, then pretended to glance at him casually, and then...

"puff--"

After 30 seconds, seven or eight boys knelt down beside Feng Xue in the position of Tuxiazuo, and said loudly:

"Please allow us to address you 'Sir'!"

"Well, you guys turn over the page first." Feng Xue waved her hands without looking back. Okajima Taiga, who was the most active in this regard, almost turned into a whirlwind and came to Feng Xue's blood-stained seat.

"puff!"

The blood spewed out again, but this time it was not from the nose, but from the mouth... This is the worldview with funny cartoon settings. In a real world, this blood loss can already be cremated.

"Ahem... Devil!" Okajima lay on the ground, looking like he wanted to insert his own eyes, struggling to write down like a salted fish on the shore, and then paralyzed there and couldn't move.

"What happened? What's behind that painting?" After seeing Okajima's tragic situation, the boys who were originally excited suddenly felt a strong sense of fear for the masterpiece that had been turned over, and even the blond hair was attracted. She came over, but out of the caution of a killer, she did not continue to approach, but quietly observed the situation here.

Although it is clear that it is dangerous, human curiosity always makes people continue to slide towards the direction of death. After the time freezes for about 1 minute, a warrior finally steps forward, but unexpectedly, the one who appears is Akabane, who has always shown that he is not very interested in coloring.

"Thum, thump, thump..." In just three seconds after his eyes were focused, Akabane suddenly stepped back a few steps, and his expression became unusually weird.

After a long while, he uttered a sentence——

"Are you a devil?"

"No." Feng Xue spread out her hands, pinched her masterpiece indifferently, and forcibly showed it to the onlookers.

In fact, it’s nothing to put it bluntly. On the front of the transformation, there is a sketch of a female body that can be called a work of art. Although it is a pencil drawing, under the A-level precision of egoism, it has achieved an effect far surpassing that of oil painting. Coupled with Feng Xue’s own experience (the corpse in London has something to say), it has drawn almost all the beauty that women of Western race can show.

On the back, however, is an anatomical diagram.

It's not something that loses san value, it's just the one in the hospital textbook, and it's not even considered detailed, but the completely overlapping poses of the two make this picture extremely horrifying, almost instantly dispelling all the desires of the viewers.

It can be called a fire extinguisher.

ps: Since you have to compare this truth, let’s talk more.

First, nobles bring warriors and guards. Let’s not talk about whether minor nobles can afford to bring warriors who belong to the same noble class. First of all, how do you come up with the logic that if you have bodyguards, you will not be robbed?Does the caravan have bodyguards?Was the caravan robbed?Some people dare to snatch the birth date, but no one for the little nobles?

Second, monks are begging, poor, and have no money, so there is no value in robbing... Well, it's another logic. To be honest, I'm only in elementary school with your logic... Well, I guess I have to go to kindergarten now.

But I am more reasonable, so I don’t need to refute you with those examples in the illogical reality (I don’t even bother to find the nobles who were killed by vagrants and thieves in history and the poor who starved to death because they were robbed of rice bran).

In a word, in the neon ancient times, even a piece of rag on your body is worth robbery!

Do you know where the phrase "wear a pair of pants" came from?In ancient times, the whole family of poor people only had one pair of trousers, and whoever went out wore them. The so-called wearing a pair of trousers meant that they were the same as the whole family.And Japan will only be worse than this. As long as the monks are not running naked, they are worth robbery!

Third, because small shrines are not considered shrines, so the maidens in small shrines are not counted as witches, so the selling of maidens in small shrines is not considered selling themselves as witches?It's almost like saying "poor people don't count, so everyone has enough to eat".Okay... Combining the above two logics, I understand it. You are not without logic, it is "Tianlongren logic".

Chapter 221 Artwork

"It's really a work of art, but this kind of art is too early for your age, so I put it away as a teacher..."

The golden tentacles quickly took the painting from Feng Xue's hand from deep in the corner, and then completely stuck the fire extinguishing part behind it with lightning speed, and then stuffed it into the black jacket lining.

"At least let's take a picture first!" Seeing this scene, Okajima Taiga suddenly jumped up from the ground, which immediately aroused the high admiration of the serious students.

After seeing that picture, these boys have entered a state of indifference almost like a sage's time, but Okajima can recover so quickly. In terms of h power, we would like to call you the strongest!

"Ahem, student Youxi is very good at drawing?" Probably realizing that he had done something that did not conform to the teacher's image, Teacher Kill coughed twice in embarrassment, and asked as if to ease the atmosphere.

"No, but I have been a field doctor for a few days and have seen real battlefields, so I am good at the human body." Feng Xue's words can't be true, although he, a field doctor, only saved one person. However, there are hundreds of people hanging sausages, but if it is a living hell, he has actually seen it.

The millions of corpses in London, now, have a lot of material in the egoist collection.

"The battlefield..." Mr. Sha stopped talking about it immediately, because even as the former god of death, he knew how much the battlefield would have an impact on people's body and mind, and the student Youxi in front of him, apart from a bit of a bad taste, did not show any particularly perverted tendencies.

is a good boy!

Teacher Sha didn't doubt Youxi's words, relying on his excellent perception, he could clearly judge whether a person was lying or not.

So he shifted the conversation to the other side, and waved his tentacles to the students who had all their debts gone:

"Okay, the class bell is ringing, hurry back to your seat!"

The students returned to their work sparsely. Feng Xue glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, only to find that her seat had been cleaned by the killing teacher.

Feng Xue, who had a new understanding of his speed, grinned, complaining in her heart that he left beside the platycodon for meddling, and carried the chair back to the table where there was no bloody smell left.

"Okay, now let's talk about the Pythagorean Theorem..."

……

"What the hell is going on with that student!" Teacher Bichi, who quit teaching at some point, bit her thumbnail, feeling deeply frustrated that she was not as good as a painting.

But she couldn't fool herself, because when she saw Feng Xue's painting, even she herself felt strong jealousy.

It was the first time she had seen that kind of aesthetics beyond human.

"Battlefield? He looks like he's only in his teens, right? It seems necessary to check it out!" The blond big wave came up with such an idea, and immediately contacted his "support club" to investigate this student named Youxi.

However, compared to this small fish that does not know how many catties it can weigh, the yellow octopus, a big fish worth 100 billion, is the most important thing to pay attention to at present.

Back in the staff office, I looked through the weakness book of Mr. Kill recorded in the blue-haired twintails, and Mr. Wu Jian slowly came over:

"I advise you not to think of this task too simply. If you want to continue to assassinate, you'd better be your English teacher..."

"What are you talking about! I've never been a teacher, okay? At least let me concentrate on assassination? I'm a killer! Killer! Not a temporary worker!"

The blond-haired Dabolang was showing no sense of authority at this time, but Mr. Wujian just shook his head and said:

"I'm just asking you to concentrate on the assassination... As a professional, you shouldn't be ignorant of the important thing that lurks before you do it (absolutely)?"

"Huh?" The blond big wave raised his eyebrows, as if to say: "This kind of thing that has all its thoughts written on its face still needs to be bothered to lurk? If I show a gap, won't the other party stay?"

"Alas..." Teacher Wujian sighed for a long time, with a disrespectful expression of "how could the superiors find such an idiot here?", but still chose to respect Guo Jia's choice, explaining:

"There are more than 30 students in this class, including me, obviously with the detailed information in your hands, our combat effectiveness is not weak, and some students even have qualities beyond professionals, but do you know why we haven't been able to kill that killer teacher for more than a month?"

"What else could it be, you guys..." The blond-haired big wave closed her mouth, and swallowed the word incompetence, because she still remembered that not long ago, she was hung on the roof to swing with.

Seeing that the female killer in front of him didn't intend to flatter him, Wu Jian felt a little uncomfortable, but he still explained to himself:

"Our target is not an ordinary human being, but a monster that surpasses all common sense. He has terrifying speed, abnormal intelligence, and various functions far beyond the limit of imagination. If you want to rely on traditional assassination methods, it is almost impossible to succeed. In the end, you are just a beauty of human beings, and he may not even have a living and evil weapon suitable for human beings..."

Wu Jian's words were very straightforward, but the blond big wave couldn't be reconciled and just surrendered. This is one of the reasons why Feng Xue hates being arrogant. For some inexplicable reason, she insisted on creating something that could be solved by taking a step back. Loss is willing to give up.

Although this blonde with big waves doesn’t have double ponytails, the bar is still the same bar. Even Wu Jian almost tattooed “You Can’t Win” on her belly in the shape of a heart. She still looks like she has to try everything. Try it out.

Ever since, a few men who looked like a bunch of tricks came to the school armed with live ammunition...

ps: As mentioned in the last book, I found an example that can completely refute him. What is it? It is one of the best shrines in the Neon Shrine——

Tenmangu.

It is the god of learning mentioned earlier, Sugawara Michizane.

So here comes the question, do you think this shrine, which ranks among the top in terms of neon popularity, is considered legitimate?

First of all, what he enshrines is not a righteous god, but a wronged soul, which is what you call a weird thing. Just because a group of officials were killed by a lightning strike, it was regarded as a trouble and enshrined as a god.Even the emperor of the righteous god blood you mentioned was scared to pee by this wronged soul, and died three months later.

If he is not considered a strange thing, then the folk shrines that worship ghosts and ghosts should not be considered a strange thing.

Of course, you can still say that it is an official shrine. After all, the Kitano Tenmangu Shrine is officially built, and then what?

After that, the whole country was built up, and these shrines were large and small, and due to the ancient traffic, it was impossible to manage them uniformly.

To put it simply, I built a thatched hut, and wrote a sign in it, saying that I worshiped him, and that was his shrine, but is this shrine a regular shrine?

In the same way, even the shrines dedicated to Amaterasu still have random signboards, and the traffic conditions in ancient times were impossible to manage uniformly, so your so-called formal shrines basically cannot exist after leaving Kyoto.Are these shrines with the same signs as regular shrines, which can be found in your so-called Nihon Shoki and Kojiki, considered regular shrines?

so what?Do you think that only the shrines in Kyoto are real shrines?The shrines outside are not shrines?

Or do you think that only the ancestral temples of the nobles, those that worship the ancestors of the nobles are shrines?Is it not a shrine that enshrines the gods?

Then this has nothing to do with Shintoism, and it has nothing to do with witches, because the staff in these shrines are theoretically considered nobles, not priests, so the argument is still not valid!

Chapter 222 The Female Teacher Has No Compassion

In physical education class, Feng Xue was using pure physical strength to play "assassination ball" with his classmates. This is not because he was bullying others. In fact, the physical strength of this experimental prosthetic skeleton for entertainment is not decisive compared with ordinary people. Even if he wrestled his wrists, without using extraordinary abilities, he might not be able to win against that frightened pissed young white-headed boy... Well, I mean that Akasaka Ryoma who just got a super name for nothing.

But because of this, he had a lot of fun playing it. After specifying the star movement mode, this kind of ball game was unexpectedly interesting.

How to put it, as long as you can master it, the more difficult the game, the more it will inspire a sense of accomplishment, just like Hollow Knight, like a single dog. Die twice. Of course, the premise is that you can master it. If you are a super handicapped person, if you can’t even pass the novice level anyway, then playing this kind of game will only make you want to drop the controller.

And this kind of ball game of stabbing and slashing with a dagger meets the dual elements of high difficulty and mastery at the same time, so Feng Xue naturally enjoyed it very much——

Although the classmates who are his opponents are usually not very happy.

"Boss! Boss!"

Just when Feng Xue pushed the ball with the teacher-killing emoji down the net with a jab, Taihe Okajima suddenly ran over out of breath.

Speaking of this Okajima Taihe, Feng Xue really wanted to respect him as a man. After seeing the anatomical comparison chart of beauties drawn by him, most people would not be able to lift their debts for at least two or three days. He came over, and immediately bowed and bowed. He wanted to recognize Feng Xue as the eldest brother, as if I wouldn't get up if you didn't accept me as the younger brother.

All he did was ask him to draw a few artworks without anatomical parts.

It's also interesting to say, although Feng Xue has shown that he is different from ordinary people many times, but the rough nerves in this class have no intention of rejecting or isolating him at all. , The isolated bellflower is very incomprehensible.