Doomsday Pavilion

Leng Han sat firmly inside the Diaoyutai. After thinking about it, this group of people still thought it was the most interesting to squat on this crab and listen to the "love tutorial" by the way.

——Don't beep, if you have the ability, go in by yourself!

As for pulling Lin Chou out for class...

Haha, let's go to your second uncle, why do we want to take the big guy to bury you with you?

Even Shen Daru didn't mention this, this idea is too bold.

Poor Young Master Sagong complained so much, as if he had been taken out of his bones.

At the end of the co-authoring, the only meaning of teacher Shen's class is to straighten me?

Bah baah baah!

What kind of nonsense is this boy talking!

At this time, Zhao Ziyu moved a large melon and sat next to Sagong, took out the notebook and opened it, looking at Shen Daru with embarrassing eyes.

With such a well-behaved appearance, it was almost impossible to write the words "I am a good student" on his forehead.

Everyone:...

Hey hey, Master Xiao Zhao, is it too prescient to listen to this kind of course at your age?

Zhao Ziyu smiled with the same salty voice,

"My grandfather said that there is a big problem with the scope of my friendship, and the chances of holding the torch in this way are far greater than those of the grassland above Shanye, so..."

In a word, let two people explode in place.

Huang Dashan: "It was easy to get a watch in the past!"

Sikong is still normal,

"What is a big problem with the range of friends? We have provoke you. It makes no sense to knock down a boat with one shot. You think that everyone has no **** like Lin Chou and goes to the kitchen to face the stove without going to bed in the morning. Crazy output of pits and pans?"

"you!"

"I'm sorry you don't have this."

"poor child."

Zhao Ziyu spread his hands and looked at Sikong.

"You see."

Sikong held his chest in his hand,

"Don't stop me, I want to cut my robes from you!"

Huang Dashan prompted,

"Sleeves, cut the robe and break the sleeves."

Everyone laughed and said nothing.

Nothing wrong, from now on, Master Sikong, you can only break your sleeves now.

Sikong: "???"

"Actually, I have thought about it myself. It seems that there is a problem," Zhao Ziyu said with his fingers. "Look, there are not many people I consider to be friends. The first one must be Brother Sikong, emmmm of course. I personally believe that you will not come out."

(Sikong was very pleased to hear this.)

"But in terms of your physique, Brother Sagong, if you don't insist on'worshiping fire' but'being a church', it is estimated that we will soon be able to communicate only by burning paper for you..."

Sikong almost spit out his old blood, and I have to join the Holy Fire Group in my entire life - wait, what do you mean by that I actually don't even have the ability to xxx?

"My son is fighting with you!!"

"Young Master Sikong calm down, please calm down!"

"The qi hurts the kidney..."

Everyone finally held up Sikong, Zhao Ziyu sat on the wax road,

"Then Qingyu sister--you know, there are probably tens of thousands of people in Mingguang who want to get rid of father-in-law first and then hurry up!"

Everyone nodded again and again,

"Yes, yes, nothing is wrong with this, crazy demon-level father-in-law."

Huang Dashan added steadily,

"Who would dare to be first in the second place, Mr. Wen?"

"..."

Just listen to this level of gossip, and no one will be stupid enough to discuss it.

Zhao Ziyu lowered his voice and said,

"My sister and Brother Sorrow..."

Then point to the inside,

"According to the slow progress bar of Brother Sorrow, it is estimated that it will take an adventure like Titanic to be able to pull the little hand before thirty-five years ago with my sister."

The rest of the people didn’t know, so Sikong, who was held up in the air, asked his lips.

"Finally, there is something human to say."

Zhao Ziyu continued to break his fingers,

"Our second master, from the point of view of a friend, don't get me wrong, my second master and I have a good relationship, and I call my brother a brother in private, huh!"

"Don’t want the one who is prestigious outside. In fact, he’s getting old and miserable. When he drinks too much, he goes into my room and cries while holding my pillow. He scolds and says that a King Kong thinks about his butt, and he just cries. One night, there is no way to marry a wife."

Everyone: Damn it!

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Ziyu found that the notebook in his hand had been robbed.

Huang Dashan wrote down solemnly in his notebook: On a certain year, a certain day, and a certain day, Zhao Ziyu's young master actually hammered Zhao Erye's inclination, and visually observed that Xing Xing sister was about to succeed.

Zhao Ziyu didn't see what Shan Ye was writing, and said,

"Then, it's Lord Shan, good friend~"

Shan Ye gave Zhao Ziyu a heart-warming look with a triumphant expression.

——Small, we are the one who drags the family, and it’s been a long time for you to mention your finger for nothing!

Zhao Ziyu's conversation turned,

"Hi, but Lord Shan is already married, so this can't be counted. It's okay to equate."

This time it was Shan Ye's turn that his notebook was robbed.

I don't know when Sikong was put down and what was written in his notebook enthusiastically.

"After that, Sister Jiang Nv." Zhao Ziyu sighed like a little adult, "I'm more naive than me, let's wait until she grows up, and that can't be counted."

After counting for a long time, Zhao Ziyu blinked innocently and said sadly.

"You see, no friends around me have girlfriends, you said, why do I have it myself?"

"I'm very loyal, friends or girlfriends have to choose a stand, it hurts."

Everyone said that if you, Master Ziyu, were sung in the same tone as a singer's girlfriend died before the cataclysm, the sad atmosphere would be more satisfying.

Zhao Ziyu took back his notebook,

"That's why my grandfather let me come, otherwise I can only go to retreat with him, and then I will really die!"

Huang Dashan patted Zhao Ziyu,

"Poor baby, sorrow (huo) (gai)."

After a long time passed, Sikong finally said to Shen Daru with a sense of unwillingness (mainly because he did not drag the culprit into the water) and had to admit his life.

"Let's start, start early and end early..."

Shen Daru shook his head very seriously.

"Master Sikong, please wait, there is still one student who is not present."

Now Sikong was stunned.

"The person you are waiting for is not Zhao Ziyu? Who is that?"

Shen Daru said,

"I didn't know in advance that Young Master Ziyu would also come-and Lieutenant General Leng was with him. For this reason, I somehow lost a student. I am very heartbroken!"

He sold it off,

"Guess, who will be the last student?"

There is no sense of mystery in this tone and expression.

Huang Dashan wanted to use a knife to carve on this person’s face, "Surprise is not surprise, surprise is not unexpected, I ask you whether surprise is surprise, surprise is not unexpected, if you are not surprised at all, I will not be surprised, nor will I be surprised. Unexpected, but I still want to tell you this surprise and unexpected news. "Wait and so on. It's best to let Shui force San Mou to write a paper engraved on it-all in traditional Chinese-if the education level is up to the standard, Xiao Zhuan is not impossible to consider. .

"Puff~"

Weird and familiar voice.

An arm rolled to the feet of Shen Dalu, two gray mist condensed fingers protruding from the sleeves to prop up the arm flexibly, ran back to the original owner, and automatically connected it.

"Sorry, Teacher Shen, the class has already started? There was a traffic jam. I just had to Apparate to the abyss before I came back around."

The warlock took out a note from his sleeve and complained,

"This group of virtual beasts use space doors too frequently and too unstable. They are simply used to pollute the sanitary environment of space passages. It's really annoying-so many students, I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting for a long time."

Everyone took three steps back neatly, giving up a large empty space full of crab corpses.

Even in a magical place like Yanhuishan where even the uncle warlock's natal skills would fail, it did not prevent everyone's desire to survive to maintain the wall crack as it should.

Sikong's mouth twitched,

"Master Warlock, are you here to attend the class too...Who is so bold to force you to do this kind of thing?"

～￣▽￣)～" Uncle Warlock’s emoticon was re-launched, “No, I asked to come over to listen after I heard about it. I just feel that the complex emotions of pure material creatures have improved the fit between me and the material plane. Very helpful-I was actually practicing to fit a new mount recently, and I encountered a little problem. This should be an opportunity. After all, knowledge changes destiny-and my luck has been very good recently, and my intuition is very accurate-nah , The phantom shifting error just now was completely an accident, and it’s normal to have motion sickness when reversing so many times, right?"

Shen Dalu's face is full of dignity and decent,

"If you see it or not, this is the knowledge you dismiss, but you don't know that your disdain is always something...the species can't ask for it!"

The warlock pointed to Shen Daru,

"Teacher, I think you have the suspicion of racial discrimination-but your point of view is indeed correct. Emotions are always something that the spirit body must learn the first time, although it is difficult."

I don't understand what you are saying at all!

——But I must install this beep, and install it perfectly.

Shen Daru maintained a profound smile and nodded kindly.

Everyone looked at each other, unable to complain.

Sikong closed his eyes in pain,

"Can you start the lecture?"

"So good, let's start today's first lesson: the definition of love!"

"'Being belonging, not being able to serve, being in love with virtue, but feeling hated"-love is the performance of two people loving each other. It has different definitions in different eras. The modern definition is that two people regardless of gender are based on certain conditions and commonality. The life ideal of love, the most sincere admiration for each other formed in their hearts, and the desire for each other to become the strongest, most stable, and most dedicated feelings of their lifelong partners..."

In less than two minutes, this course, which had a repeat check rate of over 98% before the cataclysm, catalyzed a few poor children into sleepiness.

Sikong touched a crab claw from Song Qingyun's plate, put it in his mouth, and nodded while yawning.

Zhao Ziyu has evolved from a blank look to a look of horror——Manglie, this young master won't want to listen to Baidu Encyclopedia for N class hours, right?

Only the warlock listened with relish, using the scarlet ghost fire in the deep hood to look at Shen Daru knowingly, and let out a gentle laughter of "嚯嚯嚯".

Often at this time, Teacher Shen will get goose bumps with this knowing smile. It takes at least ten seconds to pause to remember what he should say next, and ten seconds to remember what he said before.

Half an hour later, Lin Chou poked half of his head out of the shop with a pan.

"Oh, why are there so many people suddenly!"

Everyone:...

"Forget it, how do you feel?"

Sikong was blank with both eyes, and smacked the crab claws in his mouth.

"The taste is okay, but it's too spicy."

Lin Chou happily said,

"Who asked you about crabs, I was talking about how you listened in class, and it's not good for you to eat crabs in the morning."

Shen Daru, who was hanging aside, rose in anger, knocking on the small blackboard borrowed from Lin Chou's house.

"Pay attention to your learning attitude! I still have to change back to Master Qing Yu to teach you personally? Are you happy?!"

Song Qingyun followed,

"That's right, it's okay to skin it, but tens of thousands of skins are definitely not!"

How can such a solemn moment be missing from Lord Shan,

"I have a leather bag, not very bag, but very leather."

At this moment, Shen Daru possesses an angry god, and his master's majesty is fully exalted.

"Tell you, there are Master Sagong Yu and Master Qing Yu behind me... and Master Zhao! I will take the test immediately after the class is over today, and those who fail will deduct credits! Those who fail to meet the score after the class is over will be retaken! You have failed my expectations, and I have failed the trust of Master Qing Yu, Master Sagong Yu, Master Zhao! I! Shen Daru! Don't be a dishonest person!"

Zhao Ziyu and Sikong shivered under their lust.

Huang Dashan was filled with righteous indignation,

"That's it, you know why the leather? The bag is so long, and it's not because you lived up to its expectations!!"

Lin Chou: "..."

Sikong: "..."

Zhao Ziyu "..."

Shen Daru: "..."

The crab shells sprayed all over the floor, and the few guys in the audience rolled around with a very unscrupulous smile.

Shen Daru was almost killed on the spot.

"You, you...you...the old man is ashamed to wait for you!"

Just talk about it, Shen Daru didn't have the guts to really annoy the rammer in front of him.

Xiucai meets soldiers.

Thanks to the old age in his hands, the scene of his own age brushing the car for this cargo is still vivid.

However, Shen Daru decided on the spot:

After going back, you must check the materials for three days and three nights. The seven and a half libraries now have second-level authority. You must check out all the materials about love, no, about feelings before the catastrophe, and make it into a book with history. The thickest textbook ever-Sikong, the closed disciple, is accepted!

Haha, how can a mere eighteen hours be enough for such a life-changing class?

"Continue to class! Well, where did I just talk..."

"Skin it..."

"To shut up!"

Lin Chou was happily watching, and kept winking at Sikong.

See, this is the fate of offending this handsome!

A slender hand suddenly pressed Lin Chou's shoulder and pulled him back.

"My meal."

"Oh oh..."

Lin Chou frankly returned to the kitchen with the pan.

Then, Leng Han glanced at the kitchen door secretly, and moved to the old position by the window where she often sat.

——Yeah, Comrade A Leng is actually a very nostalgic person.

Leng Han put his hands on his chin, looked at the ham and bacon swaying in the wind above the window and tilted his ear slightly.