"Wait...I don't understand a little." Jenny said in surprise, "Is saving the meaning of killing?"

"It is rebirth." Pakar smiled lovingly and brilliantly, "The undead cleared her sins and converted in the flames of the holy light... Then whoever embraces you will see the holy and beautiful scene."

Jenny shivered. Although she liked Holy Light more than anyone else, she was sure that Anne would not feel better. This might be holy enough, but it was definitely not that beautiful.

"Go, don't give them too much time. After this defeat, Daliya can be completely discouraged and out of the academy." Miti gently patted Pakar, "Now Mlak lost all his reputation. If he forced Daliya away, we can ensure that the seminary proposal was passed. At that time, Quelio's light will be centered on Chaoge Academy and radiate to the entire central world. Every student who enrolled will become Quelio's people."

Pacal's eyes flashed, and he, who was a little disappointed, became furious in an instant: "I can't wait. Teacher, will Quelio see all this? Can he finally respond to my prayers?"

"Of course, he's there." Midi pointed to the sun with a smile.

On the other side, Gu Aotian looked at the Holy Light Trio opposite him, still a little worried.

"Your combat memory..."

"Not damaged at all." Anne smiled indifferently, "A race that lives on the edge of the world, has a long life and longs for revenge. What do you think they are doing every day? Do you think what I mean by boredom is 'drinking tea'?"

"fighting?"

"Every moment." Annie licked the tip of the knife lightly, "Our body can heal automatically, and being stabbed is just a minor injury. Since the tribe is rare, everyone can only fight against a hundred people."

"I know why you hate going home." Gu Aotian was still worried, "The tactical arrangement was perfect, but you were at level 3, and he was at level 4..."

Gu Aotian stopped halfway through his speech.

Through Annie's eyes, he saw the majestic red and blue energy, flowing like Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish.

"The cultivation system of the blood clan is different from that of ordinary people. The quasi-third level of the blood clan is different from that of ordinary people. The quasi-third level of the blood clan is different from all quasi-third levels." Annie said, scraping off the holy light embers on Gu Aotian's arm with a blade. "You hurt so much just now, but are you afraid that I will be angry?"

"Actually not."

"I'm telling lies again." Anne smiled and stepped onto the central field with a short knife and a staff, her eyes turned into fiery red, and the previous blue staff also turned bright red. "I want to restrain myself and don't want to cause trouble, but they have already forced me in front of me, right? If I become a ghost, they will not let me go, and I will no longer tolerate them."

Gu Aotian grabbed Annie: "If you are sure to kill him, I will arrange a route to escape now."

"No, why kill him? I've died once, and that's not scary at all." Anne covered her face and smiled sweetly, "There is no heaven or hell. If you want to do something, you have to start on earth."

Annie said, turning back to Gu Aotian and blinked: "Are you ready? Look at the devil in Annie's heart."

"What else can I say?" Gu Aotian raised his hand and said, "Start your performance."

Anne and Pakar entered the court one after another, with two mentors Daliya and Miti standing on the sidelines, while Gu Aotian chose to watch the game nearest to the center of the field, and took out a small black notebook on the bracket in the chest and took a pen to record.

Seeing Gu Aotian, Jenny chose a tricky angle and took the opportunity to come over: "What are you writing?"

"Patient list." Gu Aotian put away his book, "You know, I'm a doctor."

"Okay..." Jenny whispered to Annie who was entering the venue, "She is your...friend?"

"Yes."

"From the Undead World?"

"Don't ask so much."

"Oh... who made me so kind..." Jenny said seriously, "Go over and let her abstain from the throne. There can be no undead in the academy anymore. She is different from you. There is no recommendation letter from Lao Lun... Pakar will not show mercy..."

"I know." Gu Aotian pointed his head, "I know how to read the mind."

"I went back and thought about it again, I really don't believe it!" Jenny had already prepared everything. She stared at Gu Aotian and said, "I'm thinking about a number now. If you have the will, what am I thinking about immediately?"

“7.”

"Haha, I guessed it wrong, it was 9827.53." Jenny patted her chest excitedly. I am such a little genius.

But Gu Aotian didn't care at all and leaned over silently to make a running-up move. If there was any accident, the Shadow Skeleton would clear the scene instantly.

Jenny also squatted down and laughed, "Hahaha! Lie Skeleton, smelly skeleton."

"Congratulations, I don't know how to read the mind, you don't have to worry about it anymore in the future."

Jenny sighed, got up bored, and felt everything was boring.

However, when she looked at Gu Aotian's calm running posture, she, who was good at imagination, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Does Gu Aotian really know how to read minds?

Or did he just say a wrong answer just to prevent himself from worrying about it?

Invisibly, she was involved in a whirlpool that would never have an answer to the mystery.

...

The off-site viewing team is distinguished by the class, and the biggest one is undoubtedly the class led by Dazhuang. As a physical education teacher, he forcibly snatched the natural teacher's class and took the whole class here to practice extracurricularly.

On one side is Miti's number one student, and on the other side is Daliya's imperial deceased undead. This level of battle once only happened in the most tragic places. Ordinary people risked their lives when they glanced at it. Now, with this opportunity to observe the battle and learn about safety, Dazhuang would be willing to grab a hundred classes.

Although it is expected that the undead will have a chance in front of the priests, it is worth it to just appreciate the charm of the priests. Pakar is about to advance to the fourth level, which may be the last chance to see the holy light at this level.

The number one supporter standing next to Dazhuang is undoubtedly Hank. Such people always have a way to squeeze into the front row.

Hank pointed at Pakal, his face full of longing: "Teacher, is that fat man very strong?"

"It's very strong, and it's strong since birth. The baptism of holy water, the blessing of countless demonic clothes, the best private teachers, the complete resources provided by the church, and readmitted to the dean's name."

Hank was a little upset: "Are you better than you?"

"Of course." Dazhuang looked at Annie at the same time, "They are both better than me. I stayed in the third-level medium for 17 years and had no progress. Even after several life and death experiences on the front line, there was still no sign of breakthrough."

"How could it be, teacher, keep working hard."

"Haha, 17 years, Hank, do you know what it feels like to watch my former friends step into the sky one by one after another, but you have no gains?" Dazhuang gently stroked Hank's head, and there was not much regret in his eyes, but more indifferent, "Third level medium, this is the limit of the teacher. If you still want to move forward, I will sacrifice my family, abandon my responsibilities, and even waste my life to fight for less than 1% of the opportunity. I ended up with Hank, I chose to become a teacher, take good care of my parents, wife and children, and give you the opportunity. This may be Dazhuang's mission."

"I understand you, Teacher Dazhuang, I really understand you..." Hank thought of his family, especially his younger brother Swen. I wonder if Swen missed him, which made Hank clench his fists, "But I, I don't have the right to choose to give up."

Dazhuang didn't say anything else. Hank was still young, probably because he was crushed to pieces for his ideal age.

"You didn't give up, Teacher Dazhuang," Hank said, holding Dazhuang's arm, "After the teaching ends every night, you keep in the practice room to train alone until you are exhausted, and I'm next door to you, teacher."

"..." Da Zhuang said in surprise, "I was thinking about...what stupid thing with infinite physical strength was training there every day, which was later than I did."

Hank continued to ask: "You brought the whole class to watch the game and witnessed the master's charm. This means you have not given up yet. You long for all opportunities, right, teacher?"

"I... just a... lover..." Dazhuang rubbed his bald head, "Don't be inexplicably passionate, Hank... The teacher is afraid of this, the teacher is particularly prone to being ignited... And you Hank, you are in the time when you need to burn the most."

Dazhuang said as he hammered Hank's chest: "You are the student I have taught the worst foundation in so many years."

“…No need to be so honest, teacher.”

"But you are also the student I want to bring out the most." Da Zhuang looked in Pakar's direction with grim eyes. "Although I gave up, I never surrender. I don't believe in racial destiny. I look down on those so-called talents. I only believe in hard work and determination. Hank, although most people don't think so now, I just don't accept it. If hard work is useless, what are the rest of us? Why are we born? Are we destined to be stepping stones for others in our lives? At least... at least there must be a hard-working guy who stands up for me."

"teacher……"

"So Hank, now, try his best to hit those geniuses in the face." Dazhuang grabbed Hank's head, "not only for yourself, not only for me, but also for all ordinary people."

"Well." Hank was so excited that he heard it, "I really want to fight!"

"It's not just about fighting, but also about experience and experience." Dazhuang returned to calmness, "The teacher will do his best to explain every detail to you."

Hank stared at the field without blinking.

...

In the middle of the field, Anne and Pakar are already close.

"It's the smell of revenge...I think you misunderstood me." Pacal looked at Anne lovingly, "The shadows make your soul uneasy, and the Holy Light will take you home, ma'am."

But what Pakal didn't expect was that Anne also looked at him lovingly, and God knew how a dead soul could be so loving.

Anne looked at Pacar and said slowly, "This is the smell of arrogance. I think it is me who was misunderstood. The holy light blocked your eyes, making you unable to see the reality in front of you, and making you unable to see the real Quelio."

"What are you talking about?" Pacal was shocked and angry and did not understand. "The holy light is Quelio's light. The holy light influences me, so how could it cover me?"

Anne asked slowly, "Paccar, have you ever thought, what if you were wrong?"

Pacal looked at Anne hostilely: "I might be wrong, but Quelio would not be wrong."

"Of course, I believe in Quelio more deeply than you. I know that he is the only true God, and I know it better than anyone else."

"Then what are we talking about?"

"I will tell you slowly, Quelio convinces you with facts, not lies." Anne chuckled and nodded, "Remember this sentence, Pacar, you may be wrong, but Quelio cannot."

"Poor undead...you've been fooled by the shadows." Pacal shook his head, no longer thinking about this, "May Quelio save you."
Chapter completed!