Chapter 1129 Grandma

At this moment, he is in the flying yellow sand.

In the silence, old Mrs. Evelin's eyes moved slightly, as if she was waking up from a long sleep.

However, there was no confusion or confusion in those eyes.

The moment she saw Huai Shi, her eyelids raised slightly.

"Huh? Is that you?"

Evelin sighed suddenly: "So that's it..."

It was as if he understood something at that moment, but he wasn't shocked and didn't say anything else.

He lowered his head and sniffed the tobacco in the jar, filled it into the pipe, and slowly and finally said softly: "It's true that the old lady played a trick under my nose."

Feeling the profound meaning, Huai Shi subconsciously shrank back a little, wanting to defend himself.

"The reason is really hard to describe..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm dead anyway, and the affairs of the living have nothing to do with me. On the contrary, you have to work harder."

Evelin tilted her head, inhaled, lit the pipe, slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke, and suddenly asked:

"Is she okay?"

"Her?" Huai Shi was stunned.

Then, he discovered that the vision behind the smoke suddenly became sharp.

It's like a knife pointed at a scumbag.

Shining brightly.

Huaishi straightened her back involuntarily and replied in a loud voice: "Thank you for taking care of me. I will eat well and sleep well!"

"oh."

Evelin nodded slightly, then asked: "What about her?"

"..."

In the brief silence, Huai Shi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled flatteringly: "Same."

"identical."

Evelin's sigh became meaningful again, making Huai Shi become more and more trembling while staring.

But at the end, the old lady suddenly smiled.

"As for that one, I won't ask." Evelin took off the pipe from the corner of her mouth and sighed with relief: "Since you are still alive and kicking, if you have made it this far, then she should be better off, right?"

"Eat more deliciously and sleep longer." He wiped his sweat and carefully responded to the old lady's question: "It's not a small good, it's a big good."

A heart that had just risen has already sunk into the bottom of the valley.

Already on the verge of tears.

Now I want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, or give him a rope to hang...

Why didn't he think of that!

If someone can even cure Yingfangzhou, can't he still cure himself?

Yes, a father was shaken out, and then a grandma was shaken out.

Moreover, she was able to climb the mountain of swords and descend to hell. Wen Neng could research the elements of destruction, and Wu could do violent archeology in hell. She was an all-powerful grandma when she was alive, but when she died, she made the whole world mourn in silence!

The days are hopeless!

For the current plan, we can only quickly divert the old lady's attention and offer the senior to hold a jar.

Thinking of this, Huai Shi took a step back, pointed to his teammates next to him, and said in a loud voice: "Don't worry about me, please take a quick look - Senior Ying is injured, he is bleeding all over the floor."

Next to him, Ying Fangzhou, who had been silent from the beginning, stiffened for a moment and turned around to glare at Huai Shi. Then, Evelin’s voice was heard.

"Huh? Is it Xiao Ying?"

The old lady raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the gray-haired man in front of her, "I thought he was material for a gross anatomy class if he didn't speak for so long.

how? Do you really not want to say hello to me? "

In the brief silence, Ying Fangzhou was no longer unruly and bowed his head respectfully:

"I'm just ashamed, Professor."

"Such a serious injury?"

Chasher raised his hand, casually lifted up Ying Fangzhou's clothes, and looked at the tragic marks underneath, "What happened? Are you in front of a ruler's cannon again?"

"...I was punched by the heretic king." Ying Fangzhou answered truthfully.

"You guys in the Tianwen series, more or less, all have some brain problems. They just use an assistant as an output. When the brain gets hot, they will rely on their own lives to do whatever they want. The only one with a clear mind is still a helpless person. The useless snacks...from top to bottom, they never make people worry."

The old lady stretched out her hand mercilessly and tore open the wound on Ying Fangzhou's chest, observing the injury inside. Finally, she coldly withdrew her finger, took out her handkerchief and wiped the blood, and said mercilessly:

"As long as I taught you to be careful and cautious back then, you could learn a word and you wouldn't die in front of me as a teacher."

Ying Fangzhou lowered his head and nodded respectfully:

"yes."

Seeing that he was scolded by the old lady and did not dare to speak back, Huai Shi behind him couldn't help but cover his face and restrain himself from laughing out loud.

Lao Ying, Lao Ying, you too have today!

Feel this pain!

But before he could gloat for a while, he saw the old lady looking back and glancing at him.

"If you laugh, you won't get much better. There is no difference between one and two. Even if you take it to class in the future, you can only use your death as a negative teaching material for students.

One died of recklessness, one died of recklessness, and none of them died well. Teachers might also feel ashamed and not even want to go to the funeral. "

"..."

Huai Shi stayed with her smile stiffly, not daring to speak.

Seniority suppresses us here, and we have to stand at attention even if we are beaten. What’s more, what the old lady taught us was right?

"Forget it, everyone is dead, there is no need to be annoying in front of young people anymore."

Evelin let out a long sigh, stretched out her hand and pressed it on the crack on Ying Fangzhou's chest: "Let's talk about the ugly things first. Apart from first aid, the only thing you can use is a few biological laws. So be prepared—"

"Please feel free to act." Ying Fangzhou nodded in response.

"No, I mean, it's no big deal about the injuries. It's just that as a teacher's occupational disease, I always want students to remember the lessons, so..."

She thought for a moment and smiled: "The process will be a little painful."

At that moment, pain education began!

Ying Fangzhou's eyes suddenly widened.

Amid the violent convulsions of his body, the veins on his face appeared, and with the low sound of broken teeth, it was difficult to suppress the painful roar in his throat.

Roaring loudly.

The blazing light burst out from his body, spreading in the roar, and the wandering electric light swept wildly.

Hard to restrain.

The ultimate intention remaining in the wound lost its suppression and exploded.

Just like that, in front of Huai Shi, Ying Fangzhou's body exploded into a bloody mist, and not even a fragment the size of a knuckle could be found.

But before he could react, he saw the surging blood mist shrinking rapidly. Inwards, pale bones, nerve lines, peristaltic blood vessels and the outline of internal organs quickly emerged.

In the end, inside the broken water bag, a naked man fell to his knees, staggering and gasping for air.

His fingers could not restrain their trembling.

But the arm that was once torn was back after all. And the big hole in the chest that was penetrated has been re-closed and restored to its complete state, with no internal injuries remaining...

Behind the old lady, Huai Shi's eyes twitched and felt a chill on his back.

All he wanted now was to take a few breaths of oxygen and slow down.

I have never seen such a crude treatment method.

Since the injury caused by the heretic king is difficult to recover, then the power suppressed by Yun Zhongjun in the wound will be completely detonated, and then, before it kills Ying Fangzhou... take one step first and tear Ying Fangzhou to pieces.

It is like being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts, leaving no place for destruction. After the power of the ultimate intention dissipates, it can be put back together again through the framework of the Creator.

Other tissues were also collected and the missing bones and internal organs were regrown. Anyway, as long as the soul is intact, this damage is not a problem at all for Yun Zhongjun.

"You will be weak for a while in a short period of time, so you should lie down first."

After Chasher took out a set of clothes from his satchel and threw them over, he took out a folding chair, stretched it out, and then looked at Huai Shi.

"Since we can appear here, it means that the gambling game has begun again." The old lady asked: "Who is the chess player?"

"It's me, Ms. Chasher."

The voice from the vice-principal rang out. He restrained his excitement and solemnly reported: "Nineteenth period, Isaac of the Trial of the Sacred Heart."

"Huh? Are you from the divine marrow system?" Evelin was slightly surprised, nodded and said, "That kid Katya mentioned you to me, but I didn't expect that you would grow to where you are now so quickly."

"It's just relying on the legacy of our seniors." the vice principal responded.

"Only modesty is nothing like your godmother." She shook her head and sighed.

"Since you can appear here, it means that the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven has begun to be rebuilt." The old lady looked at Huai Shi and asked, "Who is in charge now?"

"Russell." Huaishi answered without thinking.

"..."

Silence. In the brief silence, the old lady seemed stunned. Even Ying Fangzhou, who was lying on the ground, stood up suddenly and raised his eyebrows: "Huh? Who are you talking about? The alternative secretary?"

"...Russell." Huaishi replied again: "That's the guy you know."

This time, even Ying Fangzhou's expression became dull.

and Evelin looked at each other.

It feels like after Oda Nobunaga was resurrected, he sat cross-legged with Toyotomi Hideyoshi and found that in the end it was Tokugawa Ieyasu who conquered the world.

Feel the surprise from fate.

"...I always feel that my life is in trouble and my future is not bright." After a long time, the old lady sighed softly: "I think this Utopia is coming to an end."

"To be honest, I feel the same way."

Huai Shi nodded frantically in agreement.

If the conditions really didn't allow it, he would have wished to just start "Russell's perverse behavior has caused complaints from the Heavenly Genealogy" and "The world has been suffering for a long time", and then he should return to the Second Saint and return to the Ivory Tower.

When the time comes, the old lady will be the master of the genealogy, and the old man will be the number one tool. Wouldn't it be beautiful if we all work together to rebuild the Second Utopia?

However, I'm afraid they won't take these jokes seriously.

After briefly lamenting the uncertainty of fate, the old lady didn't care too much anymore.

"Who initiated the bet?" Evelin finally asked: "Li Xinqing? Marcus? Or Baptiste?"

"it's me."

The diplomat's husky voice came from beyond the chessboard: "It's good to meet you, Professor Chasher."

"You're still alive, Marcus." Evelin was silent for a long time, and sighed with pity: "I have worked hard for you for so many years."

"It's just my job."

Marcus replied, as if smiling: "There is always a mission, Professor."

"Don't talk about missions to people who are dragged out to work after they die."

Evelin shook her head and sighed with emotion, but didn't say anything else.

After understanding the situation in detail, she began to sort out the tools and reserves in her backpack. Soon, after the inventory was completed, she did not find any materials that had been saved before. He could only get up from the chair and look around.

Under the wind and sand, there was a pale and ancient skeleton.

There are also small bumps that have long been covered among the layers of flowers and plants.

"Whose is this?" she asked, "It's quite unique."

Huai Shi raised his hand.

"Do you mind letting me use it?" the old man asked, "I need some materials."

"You are free to do as you like." Huai Shi didn't care, "Do you need me to take off these things that are in the way?"

"No, just like this."

Evelin lowered her eyes and stared at the grassland covered with flowers at her feet. She didn't care about the poisonous powder spreading in the air, but suddenly stretched out her hand and enveloped the dying rat-man from a distance.

Fingers clenched.

At that moment, a faint light surged from the void, covering this area.

The frame that belongs to the Creator comes.

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By the way: Li Bai's personal story currently written for King of Glory has been re-uploaded under the pen name Fengyue. You can directly click on the author to see it~