Heroic Death System

Principal Gamov, who had prepared a makeshift spare room for Shanko, had intended to arrange a house directly for him, but he refused. Because he promised to stay with him. And he doesn't want to be too far away from the "protagonist" to avoid unpredictable accidents.

He promised to be a guest lecturer, mainly to facilitate the public sealing of the Devil's Tree, before he had to have a certain status and reputation so that his words could be trusted.

He remembers well and combines the knowledge of the original master to teach the first year's new students should be fine.

As Ti arrived, she was preparing for class in the lounge. He leaned against the windowsill, his long hair hanging at his side, his legs slightly bent, a comfortable position, tea drinking and reading the textbook. The afternoon sun poured on him, making him look like a lazy cat.

Tita noticed that the book was turning fast and turned almost every three seconds. Ti Fang does not think that the other party is looking at it in a random way, the only possibility is that he can see it at a glance.

You can still feel it, look up at the door, and immediately put a pair of blood-red eyes. To be honest, red eyes look a little scary, especially on a cold face.

“Sorry to bother you.” Ti Fall steps into the lounge.

Jean-Claude looked at him and said, "Lord Till wants to see me? ”

“The principal asked me to ask you, what can I do for you in preparation?” Ti landed uncolored and found an excuse.

“No.” It's alienating. If this man is really who he thinks he is, then he really doesn't want to get too close to him, at least not until he's sure he can survive.

Ti fell to him, staring at his eyes and asking, "Do you hate me? ”

“As your defeated man, do you think I should like you?” Jean-Claude raised his eyebrows and raised his chin slightly.

Till his gaze swept through his moist lips and said: "You may have hated me before, but you may not really hate me now. ”

“Oh? How can you see?” You can make an audible appearance.

“There's no disgust in your eyes.” The tone is firm.

Jean-Claude frowned and suddenly stretched out his fingers and raised his eyes upwards, revealing his fierce light. "How about this? That's disgusting enough. ”

Ti faded and stared at Shannon's strange expression without saying a word.

After this move, Jean-Claude will regret it! How cheap is he? What treasure is he playing in front of Tita? What about the promised cold and noble?

“Go back to class, I won't bother you.” Having said that, Ti Fall walked out of the lounge and left Shanko alone in the lounge.

Ti left the lounge and walked into a hallway, suddenly laughing.

“Cough." But for a moment, Ti Fall recovered the cold of the past, but deeply remembered the strange face of Jean-Claude and was in a good mood all day.

Why didn't I find Osali such a cute guy before?

The first lesson, on the third day of employment, was taught about the constraints of magic and faith.

This day, classroom seats were empty, and many others were outside the classroom listening.

Sankoh's psychological qualities are excellent, he has no idea what a fright is, and he has a backward flow of textbook content. In the classroom, hardly anyone can ask him. He could even say the answer on which page of the textbook, which line.

The first session was a success.

After class, someone suddenly asked, "Teacher, are you a teacher now and will you sell boxes of rice in the future? I haven't been able to eat your box lately, I can't believe it! ”

That sentence was immediately echoed by everyone.

Jean-Claude said, "Whoever finishes my lesson will be invited to a luxury meal. ”

“Oh yeah!” Students howl a wolf.

“Luxury dining.” After school, Ti landed in front of the school and blocked Shanko, calm down, “I wonder if I have this blessing? ”

“No.” Quickly walk away.

Ti Fall also followed behind him and followed the Cashiers along the way.

Cashier has martial arts training at night and won't be back till midnight. Jean-Claude went to the neighbor's house to pick up the sobbing flutter. The poor little guy thought he had been abandoned by his father, holding his tears to cry and not crying. As soon as he saw Jean-Claude, he held him in his arms and cried.

“Daddy, Daddy...” He kept yelling “Daddy” with an infinite number of complaints.

“Good boy, didn't I tell you, I'll be back tonight.” Jean-Claude touched the fluttering head.

Puffing his mouth, he wiped his tears and snot all over Sankoh's clothes.

Ti stared at them half a dozen times and asked, "Is she your adopted child? ”

After only five years in Osaari, it was impossible to have a 6-7 year old.

“Mm-hmm.” Jean nodded casually, dropped the puff and turned around to cook in the kitchen.

Push and pull his clothes and follow closely behind him.

Ti leaned against the door and watched quietly as Shan was busy in the kitchen, with no expression on his face like a sculpture.

A few times he looked back at him, as long as he looked at him, he would immediately hide behind Shang Co, revealing only one big, slippery eye, peeking.

Till didn't like the kid very much, but he always felt comfortable with Osali and the kid.

On that night, Ti landed at Sangkok's house for a beautiful meal, then left ten gold coins and floated away.

When Cashier finished training, he came home tired and tired, and found that he didn't even have any leftovers at home...

Life began to become regular and relaxed, with classes during the day, fluttering at night, feeding dogs, and occasionally feeding a wild animal.

Until three months later, the monstrous storm that Jean-Claude had been waiting for finally broke out. The Devil Tree's energy is generally stable, but at certain times, there will always be one or two demonic storms, like volcanic eruptions.

Its radiation ranges are vast and small, but this is the largest ever, covering almost a third of the continent, with countless human beings suffering from encroachment, frequent riots and chaos of order. Normal Magic does not invade actively, but Magic Storm is different. Many innocent people have not been spared because of too much energy and too much concentration.

Emperor City is also within the reach of a demonic storm, with one fifth of the city's population showing successive early signs of aggression.

All clergymen and doctors were assembled and divided into treatment areas for intensive treatment of invaders.

But with the increasing number of invaders, clergymen and doctors were simply too busy to mobilize even teachers and students.

Cashew is divided into East Side, which is responsible for maintaining order and assisting with treatment. Because of his weak strengths, he had no assignment, so he stayed at home to accompany him.

However, the home was not very safe either, as his neighbor was suddenly invaded by demons.

Fortunately, the neighbor was just an ordinary person, and he didn't spend much effort to help him absorb the magic, so he returned to normal, but this move led to a series of intruders requesting treatment.

The reason is that after the neighbor was rescued, he spared no effort to spread the word that he was a very good therapist, had magical therapies, was natural and painless, and was the preferred choice for all demon-troubled invaders. Then, in the next few days, people came looking for Sankoh, even those who were not seriously invaded by magic.

Cashew took the time to get rid of a bunch of guys who had nothing to do with it.

However, as a professional household of death, it adheres to the principle of the Virgin Mary of “sacrifice and devotion”. The visitor refuses, and the sucker is not happy to suck. When Cashier found something wrong, he was holding his last breath and sucking demons at a moderate invader.

“Jenko, that's enough!” Cashier shouted eagerly.

At this time, Ti Fall arrived with several clergymen. At first sight, they could wrap their magic around the body, one hand still holding the wrist of the other, seemed to be ready for “assault”, so a clergyman did not think, lifting the wooden wand and smashing it over the head.

“Stop it!” Cashier and Tiff drank at the same time, but couldn't stop it. They could only watch as the clergyman knocked them down.

Jean-Claude only felt a pain in the back of her brain. She called it "bad”! The only way he ever thought of dying in this world, the only way he didn't think of it, was to be knocked over by a stick, which is not elegant at all!

His consciousness was blurred for a moment and then he fell into the darkness.

“Yet.” Cashew and Titi rushed to Sankoh, about to lift him up, and the clergyman beside him immediately stopped him: “Don't touch him, he is now deeply invasive and incurable. ”

“You don't understand!” Cashier cursed in anger.

The clergyman first pressed for a few seconds, and then reacted, not complaining: “Although I understand your mood, it is my duty to find the profound aggressor, which must be dealt with immediately. ”

“He's not a deep invasion. He's saving lives!” Cassius could have fallen still on the ground with long hair all over the floor, and the blood seeped slowly from his hair, as if it had blossomed a bloody flower. Cashier felt a little scared and almost afraid to go up there and confirm.

“Saving people?” The clergyman snorted, “Are you kidding me? ”

“You motherfucker, look!” Cashew yelled at the other side.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed to. The man who had just been caught by Sang Ko had regained his mind. He was staring at everyone blindly. He could not help but ask: "What happened to Teacher Sang Ko? ”

“He just tried to hurt you.” The clergyman said.

“Who said that?” The man was angry, "he saved my daughter, and now he's saved me again. ”

“Saved you? How is that possible?” The clergyman is incredible, "he is a magic invader. ”

“He's not, I am.” The man went on to explain, "He sucked the magic out of me. ”

This phrase made everyone look at Sangkou and found that his hands had not been loosened, but the magic on his body showed no signs of leakage, but rather was slightly integrated into his body.

“What's going on?” Ti Fall sees something strange and turns to Cashier.

Cassius lifted Sankoh carefully, his face without the smile of the past, and he sighed: "Do you know why Osaari, who was so powerful in the past, became this weak Sankoh today? Because he uses himself as a container to breathe the magic of others into himself and repress it with his own will. ”

in the flickering eye flickers shock.

Others have an incredible face.

“There are countless lives to save, and he suffers tremendously every day, but even so, he has not given up hope of survival, and now he dies in your hands!” Cashier stared angrily at the clergy who had just attacked him, tears in his eyes.

Hearing the word "death”, Ti Falling heart suddenly contracted, somehow felt chest tightness, temple array tingling.

The clergyman was caught cold on the back by Cassius, and he rebutted: “I have never heard of a normal man who would take the initiative to breathe demonic air into himself, with only two consequences, either mad to death or corrupted into a demonic apostle. ”

He doesn't believe that someone can suppress such intense demons by their will and faith alone.

At this point, a clergyman walked in from the outside and gave a strange response: “My lord, I took a visit with me and found no intruder. ”

“No? Did someone lie about the news? ”

“This…” said the man who had just been cured, "I'm sorry, I think this is the case, we had a dozen invaders here, the situation was light and heavy, finally all cured by Teacher Shanko. When we reported the news, it was three days ago. If we didn't have Teacher Shanko, we would have been in a mess if you had arrived...”

“You said a dozen people, he only took three days to heal them all?” The clergy is incredible. In other words, this man absorbed more than a dozen demons in three days. I'm afraid the average person would have gone crazy. Is there someone in the world who treats people with this kind of self-sacrifice? This requires strong will and the power of faith.

“Daddy.” Puffing out of the corner, squatting beside Sankoh, grabbing his cold hand, waving carefully, “Daddy, Daddy. ”

Shan can lie in Carthy's arms, the magic has been sucked into his body, he is in peace, his face is white, his lips are bright and red, like a flower blooming in the middle of the night.

“Daddy, Daddy. ”

In the silent room, all you hear is a burst of anxiety.

Cashew stuck his ears on Sankoh's chest and could only feel a little excess temperature, but no heartbeat.

He shrugged his shoulders, whimpered and dared not accept the fact. A man so happy, so kind, so strong, he actually died like this?

Ti faded into gloom and sighed angrily at the clergyman beside him: "What are you standing there for? Come and save people! ”

When the people heard the words, they immediately returned to God and rushed to save people.

But when they had just passed by, they could have coughed violently and resurrected from the state of false death.

Cassius ecstatic, hugging Shanko. He also jumped and hung it on Sankoh's arm.

Till I let out a long sigh of relief, I felt my head fade away and my heart beat back to normal.

In fact, Jean-Claude was indeed dying just now, and the soul had already learned something. He thought the mission was bound to fail, and then suddenly remembered that in the first world, his body was frozen and his soul knew it once, but when he came into contact with his body, he was sucked back. So he guessed that the soul could be resurrected as soon as it returned to the body.

So he tried it, and it turned out to be a smooth return, and as for what happened after that, he didn't have the strength to care anymore.

Anyway, his true purpose has been achieved, which is to convince everyone that will and faith can suppress demons, which is also the only way to seal the demon tree...

Wake up again, it's noon the next day.

He looked around for a week and found himself in a luxuriously decorated bedroom. Lying beside himself, he dragged his sleeve and slept perfectly.

You can sit up and just feel sour and weak, and your brain is stunned.

He lay down again, motionless as a corpse.

“You're awake.” A familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

Jean turned his head and saw Ti in a gorgeous dress, standing tall beside the bed, staring at him without turning his eyes.

“Tita? Where is this?” asks the dull sound.

“My mansion.” Tito replied.

“How could I be here? Where's Cassius? ”

“He's fine. You'll be staying at my residence for a while, until the situation stabilizes outside.” Ti Fall seems to be at ease, "the Magic Storm will soon pass. ”

“Why should I live in your mansion?” You can continue to ask.

“Secure.”

Jean-Claude: "… how can I be safe around a rival like you who beats me? ”

“We don't have to be adversaries. ”

“Then what? ”

“Friends, comrades, or…” Tita said earnestly, "lover. ”