The little boy was ready to hit someone,
He decided to pick a few parents and beat them up,
He was small,
It was because he was very young when he died,
He would not grow taller after becoming a zombie.
But he was not stupid. Any existence with the ability to think, if you let him live for 500 years, would basically be smarter than an ordinary person.
So..,
He tried to put himself in the shoes of an old Daoist's values,
According to his own understanding,
He found the target he wanted to hit.
In the depths of his eyes,
A black luster began to circulate,
His Qi was also affected,
There happened to be a pair of parents who went to the bathroom in front, so it was quite easy to make a move.
However,
At this moment,
A pressure suddenly descended,
It landed directly on his body.
The pressure was not heavy,
It did not make the little boy fall to the ground,
Even..,
The little boy raised his head slightly,
That pressure was easily dispersed by him.
Interesting.
The little boy put away his fist,
If he hit an ordinary person and hit the wrong person, the boss would blame him.
But if it was not an ordinary person, the problem would not be big.
Obviously,
In this small training class,
It was really a "Cellar Rich".
The little boy went straight up to the third floor. The third floor was the teacher's office, and there were a few empty classrooms. However, it was obvious that this training class did not have any plans to expand in the near future. There were not even tables and chairs in those empty classrooms.
He pushed open the door of an office,
There was no one inside.
After walking in,
The little boy found that it was full of pennants,
"Peaches and plums do not speak of themselves."
"Teaching and educating people is highly respected."
"It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to grow people."
The pennants should have been sent by the parents of the previous training class students,
It was obvious,
Although the number of students in this training class was not very high,
It had always maintained a strong life force,
And it had a very good reputation in the circle of parents,
There was no need to advertise,
It could ensure the supply of students by relying on the parents themselves to introduce them.
After all,
In this era,
It was a little difficult to find a proud son of heaven in his own community who was confident of getting into Peking University or Tsinghua University,
But to find a few minors in the community who did not study hard and were addicted to games,
This was simply a big handful.
Even..,
Many people dropped out of school for some reason. They were still young and underage. It was too early for them to go out and find a job. Their parents were busy, and their family conditions were not bad. They did not need their children to work at an early age to support their family. They were also too lazy to discipline their children. They were not willing to let their children go out into society and end up in prison.
He might as well send the child here to be remolded.
The child was disobedient.
Just a little electricity would do.
What really attracted the little boy's attention was,
It was actually an ink painting hanging in the middle of the wall.
In the painting, an old man was sitting under a tree with a scroll in his hand.
There was a group of children sitting below.
He was giving a lecture.
"You are here."
The little boy walked up to the picture.
He reached out and placed his hand on the old man in the painting.
For a moment,
The scroll began to darken.
The old man in the painting seemed to move.
His body began to grow bigger and bigger.
It took up almost half of the page.
"Evil and crooked cultivators, how dare you behave atrociously in this place of books!
One must know that the gods are watching from above.
You must know that we scholars cultivate a righteous spirit! "
His voice was loud and clear.
If a thief really sneaked in like this,
It was very likely that she would be scared to tears.
In fact, her sense of shame would be infinitely expanded. In the end, she would kneel on the ground and repent.
But the little boy was not a thief. He was old, and his rank was high.
As the number one gold medal fighter under boss Zhou of the bookstore.
If he was really bluffed by the man in the painting, he would collapse.
Then boss Zhou could really find a piece of tofu and kill himself.
"Evil and crooked path?"
A smile appeared on the corner of the little boy's mouth.
Fingernails grew out.
"Crash!" A crisp sound rang out.
The painting was cut in half by the lazy waist.
However.
The painting did not fall to the ground. Instead, it floated up again and was glued back together.
The ink in the painting began to ripple.
Round after round,
One after another.
It was as if ripples had appeared on the ground.
The old man held a book.
He jumped out of the painting.
He slapped the little boy's forehead.
"Pa!"
He hit it.
The little boy did not dodge.
He just calmly looked at the old man in the painting in front of him.
It was as if he was looking at a clown.
The old man was full of confidence from the beginning.
Previously, when he sensed the aura of his attack, he emitted a pressure as a warning.
Then, he scolded him and now, he attacked him.
He seemed so confident.
The little boy wanted to laugh.
Because the old man did not seem to understand.
The gap between the two sides.
How terrifying was it?
He was a zombie.
A centuries-old zombie!
It wasn't some random cat or dog that could be easily dealt with!
"Roar!"
Fangs bared.
A furious roar.
In an instant.
The painting began to tremble.
The old man's figure collapsed.
Finally.
"Pa!" There was a crisp sound.
The painting fell to the ground.
In the painting.
The old man who had been teaching and educating people was hiding behind a big tree. Only a little of his sleeve was exposed. He was shivering!
The little boy sighed.
At this moment.
He realized.
It was as if he had been brought out of the ravine by the boss and into the city.
His temper was getting weaker and weaker.
If it was the old him, he would have stood here.
This old coward was probably scared out of his wits.
Who would dare to tease him with their status?
This change.
The little boy did not like it. Of course, he did not hate it.
He had told lawyer an about it.
Lawyer an's answer was, "That's good."
Compared to the fear that if he jumped a little, he might attract lightning.
If he could learn to restrain his aura and enter the world with a normal mind, it would be an improvement in his state of mind.
The little boy asked lawyer an.
Did the boss cultivate his state of mind every day?
Lawyer an was a little disappointed.
He sighed.
..
"Immortal, please spare my life. Immortal, please spare my life!"
The old man's begging voice came from the painting.
The little boy squatted down.
He looked at the painting.
This place.
There was actually such a thing.
It was really interesting.
Of course, the most interesting thing was the old man's change.
He actually called him Immortal?
The aura of his zombie was so clear.
The little boy did not believe that the old man in the painting did not know his identity.
This old man.
It was true.
Shameless.
Forget it.
I'll hit you.
He picked up the painting.
He was ready to tear it.
"Don't, don't, don't!
Don't, don't, don't!
Immortal, even if you want to kill me, you have to let me die. I didn't do anything!
Even here, I'm just nourished and worshipped!
The parents of the students were grateful to this place. The parents respected their teachers very much!
This place was also filled with the sound of books.
I'm just living here to share a little of the scholar's aura. I didn't do anything, and I didn't provoke you before! "
The little boy wanted to answer.
But he felt that there was no need to answer.
He didn't like to argue.
When he lived in the cave, he didn't talk much for a long time.
Later, he met Lin Ke.
Only then did he find the joy of conversation again.
However.
There was one thing that was certain.
Here.
A place of scholars?
Hehe.
The student who ran into the study room yesterday and reincarnated.
What was going on?
"The parents need this place, and the parents need me!"
In the painting, the old man continued to defend himself. He didn't want to die. It wasn't easy to become a monster. He couldn't bear to die just like that.
The little boy shook his head slightly.
"Then..."
The old man in the painting immediately changed his tone.
He immediately scolded.
"It's none of my business. It's really none of my business. I'm just hanging here to share some of the cultural aura.
It's all these bastards. They tortured the children, physically punished the children, and even brainwashed the children. They threatened and abused them in disguise!
It's all their fault.
It's all their fault!
It's not an organization officially recognized by the Imperial Court. How dare they be so arrogant... "
The little boy continued to shake his head.
"This... it's all the fault of those bastard parents.
He didn't have time to take care of the child. He didn't know how to educate the child. In the end, he only wanted to leave the child here. This way, he could satisfy himself. This was good for the child. He had fulfilled his responsibility as a parent!
In fact.
It was nothing more than taking the smelly garbage out of the house and putting it outside.
What was going on here?
The parents here were very clear!
It wasn't that the yamen's officials hadn't received a report and come up to search.
This place was supposed to be sealed.
But those parents were afraid that there would be no place to put their garbage.
They even came to the busy city en masse and petitioned.
They forcefully closed and opened this place!
It's all the fault of these maggoted parents. It's all the fault of these cheap bastards. It has nothing to do with me. Immortal, it really has nothing to do with me.
"It's not easy for me to cultivate. In this world, cultivation is becoming more and more difficult. Please have mercy, Great Immortal. I'm willing to be a cow or a horse for Great Immortal. I'll be a cow or a horse."
The little boy still shook his head.
However.
Just as he was about to tear the painting,
The scene in the painting suddenly changed.
The Little Loli's figure appeared in the painting.
She was shy and lovely.
It was as if they had first met in the past!
The little boy pursed his lips.
Then, he licked his lips.
This time.
He opened his mouth.
"Can you see through my heart?"
"Great Immortal, this lowly one can only copy some of the fantasies in your heart. Hehe."
Seeing that his "Performance" seemed to have been appreciated by this terrifying fiend.
The old man in the painting became even more excited.
He knew.
Whether he could survive.
It all depended on whether he could please the other party.
At that moment.
He put in more effort to perform.
The Little Loli in the painting began to wear a Han costume.
Then, she appeared in her school uniform.
Then, she appeared in her cheongsam.
The little boy was fascinated by it.
The old man became even more excited and worked even harder!
At that moment.
The Little Loli appeared in the super wet style of the Japanese XX manga.
On the black stockings.
There was even something like lubricant.
The clothes on his body could not be any thinner. It was a nosebleed outfit.
Hehe.
Like it.
Can't bear to tear me apart!
"Roar!"
But at this moment.
The little boy let out an angry roar.
It was as if the most precious thing in his heart had been ruthlessly desecrated.
That tyrannical aura almost caused dark clouds to gather in the sky above his head!
"You!
This!
Yes!
Find!
Die! "
The little boy under the green face and fangs erupted with the tyranny in the depths of the zombie's heart.
Ten fingernails pierced down.
He wanted to take this painting along with the spirit inside.
Tear it into pieces!