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Instructor Li stared at the sword beside his foot. This sword is bright and sharp!

Moreover, under the illumination of bright light, Sword Feng can ‘ding’ a moment to reflect a dazzling light! Just looking at this selling photo is blowing a hairy sword of the world.

Stab him in the body. He'll die, won't he? Teacher Li was extremely worried.

If it's acting, you don't have to take the real guy, do you? Though I hear some perverted crews use some real weapons to capture their true feelings, at least they're not open!

So Teacher Li screamed quickly, “Wait, kid, are you misunderstanding something? I'm not White, and I'm not an actor. If this is a theater, I'm just an accidental dragonfly into the theater! ”

However... if the green shirt teenager has not been tickled to the ‘G’ point, ah! Without the key words, he would not stop to change the plot.

“White, look at the sword!” The young man in the green shirt raised his sword, his body flashed and moved to Teacher Li's front. He only saw him reach out and shake his hand. The sword light became three. Three swords and flowers stabbed Teacher Li's shoulders, abdomen, and thighs.

Teacher Li is just an ordinary man, he can't escape the young man's sword. Like a wooden man, he bears the sword of a young man in green.

Then his shoulders, abdomen, thighs, blood splattered out...

Ouch!

And then Teacher Li fell down with her bare hands and screamed painfully -- what's this all about, what's my vendetta against you? You stabbed me with a sword as soon as you came up?

Luckily, the young man in the green shirt was also just 'letting Xiaobai practice his sword with him'. He didn't kill himself, but stabbed his muscles slightly with the tip of his sword and pierced a little flesh.

The young man in the green shirt took the sword and looked at the dead body on the ground in confusion. Instructor Li: “Huh? White, why don't you hide? ”

Hide your ass, I can't even see the sword!

“Woo woo...” Teacher Li cried in agony. Everyone said that the big man didn't cry easily, but today Teacher Li himself didn't know what was going on, suddenly he felt sad and grieved, crying loudly.

Perhaps because of the impact of the memory you lost? Do you feel like you've suffered a lot in your memory loss time? So now, with a sword stabbed somehow, sad emotions can't be suppressed?

Teacher Li wanted to stop crying because he felt like a big man, crying so sadly, and crying so loud in front of a small friend, he was embarrassed.

But the more you try to stop the cry, the louder it becomes. Soon, the tears blurred his eyes and could not open them.

Seeing him cry so sad, the blue shirt teenager was stuck. Then, he rushed to Teacher Li's side, worried to ask, "White, White, what's wrong with you? ”

In the talking room, the teenager in green shirt extended his finger and slightly bled in three areas of instructor Li's wound.

The blood just stopped.

“I'm not White, I'm not!” Teacher Li wept and swallowed up - I'm Li Xihua, flight instructor Li Xihua!

“White, don't you want to practice swords?” The teenager in green shirt was‘ dramatized 'and entered the next dramatic mode.

“I'll teach you something else today, and then we'll try something new tomorrow. Didn't you tell me last time you wanted to learn boxing? Shall I teach you how to fight?” The young man in blue asked in a voice.

This plot model is similar to the plot in which the teenager in green shirt taught Song Shuhang the foundation of sword law in the ‘Real Illusion'.

“I don't want to, I want to go home!” Teacher Li replied.

However, the young man in green shirt ignored him at all. Instead, he reached out and gently pulled Teacher Li off the ground.

“Watch it, White! This is basic boxing!” The young man in green shirt punched a set of boxing skills in front of teacher Li.

For a monk, it's a very common way of building a foundation. It was the kind of 'quench boxing' that the pharmacist initially wanted to teach Song Shuhang. Later, however, after the pharmacist accepted the poisonous dragon grass, Song Shuhang's basic boxing method was taught instead.

After a trip, the young man in blue turned around and looked at Teacher Li: "Remember? ”

Teacher Li was shocked. What? Remember what?

It's not radio gymnastics. You can learn it once?

Even if you broadcast gymnastics, you have to watch it several times, and do it several times before you can learn it!

“Remember, let's practice boxing, shall we?” The young man in the green shirt smiled brilliantly.

Teacher Li growled: “What, I don't remember a thing! ”

However, when his voice had just fallen, the young man in green shirt went down like a tiger and pounded in front of him, punching him in the head.

Teacher Li only felt dark in front of her... she fainted and didn't wake up.

But even when he fainted, the young man in the green shirt didn't want to leave him alone.

His fists fell like rain, merciless whipping corpses. It was like the encounter of the original rudder master 'doll double'.

Fortunately, this time the young man in green shirt rehearsed his boxing, if it was a sword... Teacher Li has been stabbed into a honeycomb.

Instructor Li, who was fainting, continued to make painful grunts and curled his body into shrimp.

So painful. So painful. Is this hell?

I don't know how long it took for Song Shuhang to wake up from his coma.

“Hissing...” When he woke up, he found himself in a spicy pain.

“Book Sailing, you're awake.” By his side, Senior White was reaching for him and pressing him, a pure spirit was put into the body of the Book Voyage.

Song Shuhang felt that his pain and injuries were healing rapidly under the influence of spiritual power.

Senior White, the closing is finally over! His heart was filled with tears.

“Book Sailing, what happened when I shut down? Why do you look like you've been struck by lightning? When I found you, you were all coke and black?” Senior White frowned and asked.

“Nothing, nothing! It was just a sudden wonder of my own, I plugged it into the power plug with my finger and it went electric.” Song Shuhang spread a good lie...

“Is that so?” Senior Bai was half-hearted, and then he asked, “What happened to Professor Li over there? When I found him earlier, he was badly injured and beaten to death at any moment. Fortunately, I found it in time to treat him first. ”

Song Shuhang exclaimed, Teacher Li hasn't escaped this yet? Then, Book Sailing shouted: “Alas, this is because Teacher Li has just been rescued from the United States by Zhenjun Huang Shan's men. Poor thing. Must have been a lot of abuse in America, huh? It's all my fault, I dragged the wrong person, causing Teacher Li so much suffering. ”

Senior Bai nodded halfway again.

“By the way, when Senior Bai, Zhenjun Huangshan's subordinates sent Teacher Xiao Li over, said that Teacher Xiao Li had problems clearing his memory, and they did not clear Teacher Xiao Li's memory from ‘Old America'. Therefore, I would like to ask Senior Bai to strike out the memory of Teacher Li again so as not to leave a trace.” Song Shuhang remembered Brother Zhou's words and spoke out.

Senior White nodded: “I'll try, I'm not really good at deleting memories. ”

Moreover, repeated deletions of a person's memory in a short period of time can cause some inevitable damage to his own brain.

In the talking room, Bai Zhuang came to Teacher Li and reached out and pressed his hand against his head.

The memory-clearing spell was carried out again, deleting teacher Li's memories back to the moment he met two Tuoho cadets on July 9.

“Done, but... previous memories are incomplete and may leave some memories behind. But it shouldn't be a problem.” Senior Bai clapped his hands and replied.

“Will he suddenly, one day, think of the content of these memories?” Song Shuhang was somewhat worried to ask, afraid that Teacher Li suddenly remembered his memory of being abused in Old America, and then was in pain.

“As long as I'm not stimulated, I shouldn't think about it.” Senior White wasn't sure either, because clearing memories wasn't really his specialty in spells.

“Just hope he can live a happy life in the future.” Song Shuhang secretly said.

The past few days must have been terrible for Teacher Li.

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Morning, 9: 23.

Senior Bai flew to the ‘underground parking lot' in the Jiangnan area with Song Shuhang, instructor Li and some luggage.

The other day, Huang Shan Zhenjun's agent called and said that all the cars had arrived. Just wait for Song Shuhang to come and verify it.

Today, Bibliography and Senior White are going back to Wenzhou City, so they called an agent, asked him to come over, completed the verification, and signed the contract.

Thirty-one of these cars, like the last one, come in a variety of brands, prices, and styles.

As last time, all cars here are registered in Song Shuhang's name. Song Shuhang's name is all registered on the vehicle's license.

Song Shuhang's eyes inspected the car park. The second train was basically dominated by luxury cars, and several sports cars were seen.

Wait, it looks like something strange was mixed up in this car!

Song Shuhang stared at three notable cars in a bunch of luxury cars, big and wild in shape - a tractor, a small excavator and a bulldozer...

“These three vehicles were also sent to us by Mr. Huang Wenzhong?” Song Shuhang Hangdao.

“Yes, all ordered by Mr. Huang Wenzhong.” The agent wiped the sweat off his forehead - to be honest, when he first saw the tractors, excavators and bulldozers on the contract, the whole person was forced to do the same.

“Well, thank you very much.” Song Shuhang sighed and finally signed the contract.

The agent smiled - this trip was billed millions.

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After Huangshan Zhenjun's agent left, Song Shuhang stretched a lazy waist: "Senior Bai, let's choose a car to go to Wenzhou City. By the way, we have to send Professor Li back to the school first! ”