Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

I have to say, the monk is really powerful. As soon as he sat there, the number of little ghosts who came to harass him in the middle of the night was significantly reduced.

Although Honeysuckle's homework efficiency has been improved, the amount of homework is surprisingly large. The next day, the little honeysuckle with dark circles still had to go to school with unfinished homework.

The owner of the snack bar had a grudge against the Peking Opera monk and initially refused to allow him to stay. But Lian Qiao said that the monks can not pay, only provide food and sleep. The owner of the snack bar reluctantly agreed.

Although the monk is a straight steel man who can't speak, he is very handy as a chef. He and Lian Qiao were there to help in the snack bar. The boss no longer needed to do it himself.

Only Lian Qiao and the monk were left in the store.

Lian Qiao was absently kneading the dough, his eyes always looking towards the opposite school. He looked up at the wall clock every few minutes and realized that it was still early before school, so he sighed and continued to knead the dough.

The monk moved a stool, sat in front of him, and asked excitedly: "What happened to the orphanage you said yesterday? Tell me?"

Lian Qiao casually perfunctory him. Seeing his lack of interest, the monk changed the subject and asked, "What's your relationship with that key player? I think you two are doing well."

These words made even Qiao feel very beautiful, so she gave the monk a little smile and said, "He is my object."

The monk pinched his fingers and said, "You smelt copper!"

Lian Qiao twisted a handful of dough and put it on his face, and said coldly: "Refining your mother's copper! He just shrunk in the copy! He's 28! He's bigger than me Three years old!"

"...then he's only 8 years old now." The monk turned his head and glanced at the name of XX Primary School, and couldn't help but feel a chill, "You hold him to sleep at night, don't you think..."

Lian Qiao instantly picked up the kitchen knife and his murderous aura skyrocketed. The monk was startled and was asking for forgiveness. Lian Qiao didn't know what to think, and his angry expression suddenly eased.

He gradually put down the kitchen knife, lowered his eyebrows and said, "I said I don't have any evil thoughts about him now, do you believe it?"

Monk: "I believe!"

You hold a kitchen knife, of course I believe everything!

Lian Qiao lowered his head, continued to knead his dough, and said lightly: "He suffered too much when he was a child. It is a rare opportunity for him to grow up again, and I want to make up for him."

The monk was stunned for a moment, and then gradually restrained his smile.

"Amitabha." He clasped his hands together, and there was finally a little compassion in his eyes, "All sentient beings are suffering. The benefactor does not need to mind."

Lian Qiao smiled and said nothing, just turned his head and glanced at the wall clock again, and pouted: "Why is it only half past ten."

"By the way, the poor monk heard a little news." The monk suddenly came over and said mysteriously, "The stationery shop next to the school, their proprietress and the principal are relatives."

Lian Qiao: "So what?"

Monk: "The school does not allow students to leave the school halfway, nor does it allow snacks to enter the campus..."

Lian Qiao: "So?"

The monk suddenly raised his palm with one hand, closed his eyes with great compassion and recited "Amitabha". Lian Qiao was surprised when he saw the lotus print on his right hand, and his index and middle fingers were quickly sparring back and forth.

Makes a gesture of asking for money.

Lian Qiao rolled his eyes and took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket.

The monk saw it from the crevice of his eyelids, he immediately smiled and stretched out his hand to take it. With a bang, Lian Qiao smashed a kitchen knife between his hand and the money, causing the monk to withdraw his hand in fright.

"You tell me what gossip first." Lian Qiao calmly said, "I'll decide whether to give you money or chop you."

Monk: "…"

In ten minutes.

With her looks and acting skills, Lian Qiao quickly gained the trust of the proprietress of the stationery store, and entered the campus through the back door of the stationery store.

It was class time and the campus was very empty. Lian Qiao was very excited when he stepped into the campus - he could finally peep... ah no, he could go to protect the honeysuckle in secret!

What does the little honeysuckle look like in class? Are you obediently putting your little hands on your knees?

Does he get along well with his classmates? Have you been bullied?

It's almost eleven o'clock, is he hungry? Is school lunch delicious?

With the old father's mood, Lian Qiao sneaked through the campus and went straight to the class where Honeysuckle was. The second grade is located on the second floor of the teaching building, and the lot class is at the end of the corridor. At this time, there are young teachers giving lectures in each classroom, the windows are bright and clean, and the corridors are empty.

Lian Qiao bent over and walked quickly through the classrooms. His heart was so excited that it almost jumped out of his chest.

coming soon! See you soon!

Lian Qiao couldn't help showing a perverted smile. If the dean passed by at this moment, he would definitely be taken away by the police as a perverted copper smelting addiction.

Fortunately, years of stealth games are not for nothing. Lian Qiao easily came to the door of the section class, and his ears were still ringing with his high-pitched heartbeat, and a sharp scolding pierced his eardrums like a steel needle.

"No homework yet?! Xu Rendong, do you still want to study?!"

Lian Qiao was shocked, as if his ears were being picked up.

He crept under the window sill and quietly stuck his head out. I saw dozens of elementary school students sitting in the classroom, all sitting upright, with their small hands on the small table, and their eyes staring at the podium without blinking.

The strange thing is that the faces of those children have no facial features.

A few people have names written on their faces, others have only a flat human skin, no eyes, nose, and mouth. At first glance, it looks like a low-quality doll that forgot to draw facial features, but upon closer inspection, the chests of those faceless children are slightly ups and downs, and they can actually breathe.

This scene is like a nightmare - does he study in such an environment every day? !

The scolding from the podium continued. Lian Qiao forced himself to turn his eyes away in pain and fear, and his eyes finally fell on the thin child by the podium.

That's his honeysuckle. The little honeysuckle who keeps her back straight at all times.

In front of Ren Dong stood a middle-aged woman with a fierce expression, not at all amiable as a people's teacher. She scolded loudly and slapped the podium. Under this double noise, even Joe, who was standing outside the classroom, felt his eardrums go numb, not to mention the little honeysuckle who was close at hand?

Lian Qiao immediately burst into anger. He was about to rush in to rescue Ren Dong when he heard a young and cold voice coming from the podium.

"Have you scolded enough?"

Even Qiao was stunned, and her footsteps followed. I saw Xiao Rendong raised his head, with a slight mockery and indifference on his face. There was no fear in his eyes, two small gloved hands stretched forward, and said lightly: "You should be punished, don't waste your time."

!"

As he spoke, he tore off Honeysuckle's gloves.

Little Honeysuckle frowned. At the same time, the classroom was dark, and a figure appeared at the door, blocking the sunlight shining outside.

Little Honeysuckle turned her head subconsciously, her face changed instantly: "You, you..."

Lian Qiao narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on his small hands.

I saw that the originally delicate and soft little hand was now red and swollen. The palms were bulging high and swollen almost transparent.

The middle-aged female teacher is holding a pointer in her hand, and the pointer has not yet fallen - it is obvious that the injury on Xiao Rendong's hand has long been there.

…when?

Since when did he get such a serious injury without telling me? !

Lian Qiao's face was cloudy, his eyes swept across the fleece gloves, and he understood everything in an instant.

Little Honeysuckle, who was not moved under the threat of the female teacher, saw Lian Qiao at this time, but it was as if she saw a ghost, her expression shrank, and she ducked back subconsciously.

Lian Qiao approached step by step. Ren Dong was forced to step back until he hit the podium.

Little Honeysuckle gave birth to a panic from the bottom of my heart. Even he himself wondered - why be afraid?

Why be afraid of Lian Qiao?

The middle-aged female teacher said angrily: "Who are you? Who allowed you to come in?!"

Lian Qiao stopped, turned her head slightly, and glanced at the female teacher condescendingly: "Did you beat him?"

"I warn you, this is the school! It's class time!" The female teacher picked up the phone on the table and threatened, "If you don't go out again, I will..."

Before she finished speaking, even Qiao lifted her long legs and kicked her to the ground!

The female teacher screamed and rolled on the ground clutching her stomach, calling for help. When Lian Qiao heard her scream, her face became even more gloomy. He stood condescendingly in front of the female teacher, with his hands in his trouser pockets, he raised his foot and kicked the female teacher fiercely in the stomach!

"Ah, ah, ah!" the female teacher cried, hugging her stomach and curling up. Lian Qiao narrowed her eyes, ignoring the female teacher's plea for mercy, but instead kicked her one after another.

Under the podium, the faceless pupils all watched silently, motionless. In the entire classroom, only the dull, muffled sound of the body being kicked and beaten kept circling.

Little Honeysuckle was stunned, she forgot to stop.

He was physically punished by the teacher for not completing his homework, and his palm was smashed. It was because he was worried about Lian Qiao's impulsiveness that he bought gloves to cover the wound on his hand, but he didn't expect it to be dismantled.

He expected Lian Qiao to be angry, but he didn't expect Lian Qiao to be really angry, so... so...

So cruel!

It's fine if you deal with ghosts, but the one screaming and begging for mercy at his feet at this time is indeed an ordinary human NPC. Although corporal punishment of elementary school students is a bit excessive, it is not a crime to die!

—Yes! Lian Qiao's posture is that he wants to beat the teacher to death!

This is why the honeysuckle is afraid.

He is really killing!

At this point, Little Honeysuckle trembled, but the whole person woke up. He rushed to Lian Qiao's side and desperately grabbed Lian Qiao's arm.

"Calm down! Lian Joe! Stop!"

Lian Qiao, as if he didn't hear him, still kicked the female teacher expressionlessly.

Lian Qiao attacked very hard, not only kicking at the fragile abdomen and back, but also hitting the female teacher's face a few times. The female teacher screamed mournfully, and Lian Qiao was never moved. His eyes were cold and disgusting, like looking at a pool of rotten meat.

A large number of peripheral nerves gather on the face. Being kicked in the face will cause unbearable pain and will instantly faint. At this time, the female teacher not only had a blue nose and a swollen face, but also had blood oozing from her lips and nose. Her eyes have begun to slacken, she is dying, I am afraid that she will be killed on the spot if she is not rescued!

Xu Rendong couldn't hold him at all. In desperation, he had to pounce in front of the female teacher, trying to use himself to awaken Lian Qiao's reason.

"Lian Qiao, stop the fuck!" Xu Rendong shouted violently, "Did you hear—uh!"

Before he finished speaking, Lian Qiao kicked him in the stomach, kicked him completely out, and slammed into the corner of the podium!

The abdomen is the most vulnerable part of the human body. At this time, he was in the shape of a child again, without the protection of his abdominal muscles, and his delicate internal organs seemed to be directly smashed. What's more, the terrifying spine directly hit the sharp corner of the podium, which made him panic in an instant - he was about to be kicked to death!

Little Honeysuckle slid down from the podium, and the pain caused his whole body to convulse. He clutched his stomach and curled up, the severe pain had made him unable to do anything else, and the strong dizziness robbed him of his sanity.

There was a gurgling sound from overhead. Then there was a clutter of footsteps, and something, backed up and hit the blackboard.

Little Honeysuckle raised her head with difficulty and met Shanglian Qiao's gaze.

Fighting eyes, he saw panic, shock, guilt, and... fear in Lian Qiao's eyes.

Why... fear?

Before losing consciousness and falling to the ground, Little Honeysuckle thought in a daze: Is what Lian Qiao feared and what he feared the same thing?

What is it?