Reverend Insanity

“Fangyuan didn't come to class today. You see, his position has been empty. ”

“How dare he! This morning was an old classroom, and he dared not come. ”

“No, the old man looks ugly. It looks like Fong Yuan is going to be in bad luck. Hee-hee. ”

Above the school, the teenagers whispered. Some eyes keep sweeping towards the empty seats of the source, as well as the old and darker faces of the scholars.

Since the robbery and extortion, they have stood in opposition to everyone. Look at his bad luck, it's something that all learners are happy to see.

The scholar's old face was iron and green, while explaining the tips for warming up empty tips, he looked at the square seats in a dark way.

He grinned in his heart: "O Fong Yuan, Fong Yuan. Yesterday I was worried I couldn't catch your handle. You came to me today on your own initiative. Fifteen-year-old, I still overestimate you. ”

Most of his ugly faces were faked. The aim is to take advantage of the opportunity to fix the square source and put an end to his growing flames.

It is undeniable that, over time, the momentum of Square Source has grown so that no one else can breathe.

A single family is not something that the scholars always want to see, he wants to see hundreds of fights.

“Somebody.” The scholars kept lifting their fingers and knocking gently on the table.

“My lord, subordinates are here.” The two guards outside the door immediately pushed the door in.

The scholars used to snort in public: “This square source is so disgusting, I can't believe I'm lazy like this, and I'm blatantly absent from class under my eyes. You go to the dorm and bring him to me. ”

“Yes, my lord.” The guard turned around.

Watching the guards disappear outside the door, a noise broke out as the school paused.

Countless learners turn to the ears.

“Fang Yuan, this is bad luck.” Some people have bright eyes.

“Hey, hey, we'll have a good show later.” Someone laughed with happiness.

“Brother, you are too arrogant. You're challenging the authority of the elders. Whatever punishment you get, you asked for it.” Ancient Moon looked at the seat and sighed in his heart.

Boom, boom, boom!

The scholar's old face looked cold and patted the table with his hands three times: “Quiet, no loud noise in the classroom! ”

His temper, like a volcano about to erupt, was daunting.

Suddenly, the needle was still in the classroom.

Participants shut their mouths in fear and sat dangerously.

It's just that they seem to be, and their inner attention has long been drawn to it.

Continuing the course, the teenagers behaved somewhat distracted.

Some of the participants who were seated against the window looked out of the window from time to time.

Time passed, and after a while, a footsteps suddenly appeared at the door.

In time, many participants' ears moved and dozens of eyes burst into bright glow.

“Coming...” The classroom family also heard footsteps and he couldn't help but squint.

He has figured out what to do with the formula source. He was punished to stand outside the door for three hours.

Punishment, though not heavy, is disgraceful.

During the lesson, participants will walk in and see the source of the punishment station.

In this way, the horrific image of the source is broken. When learners realize that the source is no more than that, the deterrent power brought to them by the source decreases dramatically, adding a sense of courage to their hearts and inspiring a spirit of struggle.

Even better, the punishment of the other source comes from the school. Invisible will make participants more awe of the classroom.

Only in awe will there be obedience.

So, don't look at it as simple as that, but there's a lot of meaning behind it.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally someone stopped outside the door.

Knock, knock.

There was a knock.

“Oh, I'll open the door!” One of the learners, sitting closest to the door, stood up courageously, stepped out of his seat and opened the door.

The classroom was silenced voluntarily, with countless eyes, staring at the door.

Squeak.

The door was gently opened in the learner's hand.

The sun came in through the gap and the learner who opened the door trembled when he was here!

“Ah!!!” He beamed and suddenly shouted and took a big step back unconsciously.

His body crashed into the desk, losing balance, and even the desk brought people over to the floor.

His face was completely white, full of terror, and his limbs trembled, leaving him powerless. Fall to the ground, hands and feet trying to climb up and fall down again.

“What's going on?!” At one time, everyone looked at their hearts and frowned deeply.

Countless pairs of curiosity-provoked exploratory eyes shot at the door.

The door was slowly pushed open by those outside.

The scholars also subconsciously stopped lecturing.

The first thing that appears in the curtain is the hand that holds the door.

A teenager's left hand.

A bloody left hand.

A blood hand!

Seeing this blood hand, a number of female cadets covered their lips and shouted an unbearable shout.

Slowly, the door was pushed open completely.

The bright sun shined in and the light burst into the eye, causing everyone to squeeze their eyes.

Incandescent sunlight became the background, a pitch-black shadow that outlined a skinny teenager in the horizons of the crowd.

Somehow, in the old school, a strong feeling of bad suddenly surfaced.

“It's Fang Yuan!” I don't know who it is, a shocking scream.

The people also adapted to the sun and looked clearly at the people.

Seeing Fangyuan bathed in blood, Ang stood at the door and seemed to have gone through a fierce war.

His left hand slowly retracted as he pushed the door, while his right hand dragged his hair and dragged a man.

The man's left arm was broken, motionless, and passed out. Let the wound on your left shoulder gutter with blood.

“is one of the guards who goes to Square Source!” The identity of this person was recognized.

“What the hell is going on here?” Somebody freaked out.

“He killed again, this time the guard!” Someone pointed to Square Source and shouted. It seems that the louder you scream, the more alarm and fear you have inside you.

One time, the school was loud.

Many participants forgot discipline at this moment and were surprised to stand up from their seats voluntarily. They stared closely at the source at the door with shocked and panicked eyes.

In their imagination, Fangyuan would be taken by two guards, one left and one right.

But the fact that is before us —— the source is covered in blood, and the look is cold, as if a demon were at the door. One of the guards disappeared and the other did not move, blood slowly flowing out of his body, quickly accumulating a bright red pool of blood at the door.

An intense, bloody atmosphere swept away in the classroom.

The scholars were always stunned, and he never expected this!

After the shock, there was fierce rage.

Both guards are martial artists with foreign surnames. If they die, they die. The scholars don't care.

But the key is their identity. They are the guards of the Academy, representing the dignity of the Academy, representing the face of his family.

This Fang Yuan is so bold, kill a tall bowl and forget it, now even the guards of the school dare to kill!

No, it's more than boldness. It's naked provocation, provoking the authority of the family school.

The scholar was angry with the crown, pointing to the square source, and drank heavily: “The square source! What the hell is wrong with you? You must explain to me clearly that it is best to give me a reason to forgive you. Otherwise, you will go to jail and await the execution of your guard! ”

All participants were chilled out.

The windows were trembling, and the old roar of the schoolhouse echoed.

Only the source was pale, his eyes were dark and as usual, he could not see a slight fluctuation.

Eyes circled for a week, Fang Yuan loosened his right hand and pounced. The guard's head poured blood on the ground, spilled a drop of blood and contaminated the legs of the upper source.

He arched his hands at the scholars and sounded his peaceful voice in the silent church: “Master scholars, the younger generations do have news. ”

“You say." The scholar cut his back with his old hands and looked at the square with an icy eye.

"Fang Yuan, if you're wrong, the more you're wrong, the more you're wrong. I'll see how you explain it! ”