Total Conceit: Begins To Carry The Confucian Students Through Everyday Life

The burning heat rising in his eyes gradually turned into severe pain.

It's like picking away with a finger little by little, and it's like a prelude to an explosion.

But in the end, all the pain suffered turned into that hazy light.

"Congratulations, after hearing and language skills, you have once again gained light."

In the blurred vision, a man seemed to be clapping, and it seemed that he was simply standing there.

"I would rather not have this kind of light two meters away from humans and animals." Spitting, Ba Bai braced himself on the ground, trying to stand up on his own.

"There will always be a day when you will fully recover."

'Future' calmly voiced in his ears, and Ba Bai nodded, quietly mobilizing his spiritual power to warm his fragile eyes.

"Speaking of which, the person who shouted to return the ray to me is you." Sitting cross-legged on the ocean constructed by the spiritual power of the person in front of him, Ba Bai suddenly asked.

No matter how long it took, he would still be amazed by the vast and boundless spiritual power of the man in front of him.

To make a simple comparison, if the spiritual power of ordinary people is a wooden stick, then their current spiritual power is at most a lake that does not know when it will dry up.

And his spiritual power....

The blurry eyes looked at the blue water flowing between his fingers, Ba Bai raised his head, although he didn't know if it was the reason why his eyes were still blurry, but in his gaze, there was only an endless ocean.

"I don't know how you know, but it's me."

A tsunami rose like a canopy on the sea in the distance, and Ba Bai rolled his eyes, then closed his eyes:

"If you can, I hope you can suppress your emotions."

The mood swings set off a tsunami at every turn, and it is hard for me to believe you.

"I just don't want to be spit on by you reckless man."

.........

The sharp blade with a blinding cold light disappeared into the neck.

Finally, cut cross-section.

"Your swordsmanship is as beautiful as ever, Junzi."

Holding two cans of Coke found at a convenience store, Mizukawa reached out and handed over one.

"Thank you." Nodded, took back the long knife and reached out to take it, then closed his eyes and pulled the pull ring:

"It's just a few small tricks, you can do it easily."

"I can't." With his long white hair tied into a ponytail and falling behind him, Mizukawa shook his head, walked to the steps leading to the river bank on the side of the road, and sat down casually:

"Every sword can accurately pass between the neck bones, this is not something that can be said."

Pursing her lips, Tsuko sat quietly next to Mizukawa.

"Those people, one by one, are going crazy." Sitting on the steps with your legs hugged, the burden on your chest becomes a good support at this moment, allowing your back and shoulders to get plenty of rest.

Mizukawa raised his chin and motioned for Tsuko to look at the river below.

"..." subconsciously glanced at the only little hollow fullness between Mizukawa's body and legs, touched the hollow between his stomach and legs with his palm, and quietly took a deep breath.

To be able to crush Mr. Juchuan as a high school student is admirable in every sense....

After all, being able to easily kill a dead body with such a big burden is not something that ordinary people can do.

Retracting his gaze, he looked at the few people playing by the river.

"Komuro, Miyamoto, Alice, Takashiro and who's coming...?" Looking at the few people who were fighting with water guns by the river, Mizukawa continued calmly with his eyes:

"Entering such a world directly without experiencing guard training, if you don't do the right guidance, sooner or later something will go wrong."

"You mean..." Tsuko's expression hesitated.

"No, don't think about it, I'm not interesting." Shaking his head, Mizukawa stood up, carrying a long knife around his waist, and walked towards the convenience store not far away guarded by several dead bodies:

"I said, they are tired and don't do it."

So, instead of carrying these oil bottles that don't know when negative emotions will erupt, it's better for the two of us to find a random island with seeds and useful books to live in seclusion.

Saying that, Mizukawa suddenly stopped and blinked the corner of his mouth:

"By the way, I quietly tied up Teacher Juchuan and took it with me."

"Let's talk about it." With a hint of a smile on his lips, Junzi nodded slightly.

Then he withdrew his gaze and landed on Shizuka Kumagawa, who was lying on the slope of the lawn on the riverbank, holding a medical book in both hands, frowning and looking serious.

It's strange to say, obviously I haven't seen this school doctor a few times over the years, but I suddenly remembered her after meeting with Mizukawa, and then I have to take this stupid school doctor with me anyway.

And let's not mention that strange closeness....

Looking at the thick medical book in Shizuka's hand, Tsuko frowned a little in doubt.

Is this guy really the school doctor who is dumb and stupid in other people's mouths?

"Hey——!! Poison Island senior! There we go!! On

the banks of the river, Komuro shouted loudly with his hands in the shape of a trumpet.

And behind him, several people who had ended the fight were stuffing scattered supplies into the car.

Looking at the big pants on the two boys and the swimsuits with water on the girls, Yanzi couldn't help but hesitate.

"Don't think about it." With fresh blood stains in the corner of the clothes and holding the materials taken out of the convenience store, Mizukawa calmly glanced at a few people and then lifted his feet and went down the stairs:

"Anyway, the two of us are squeezed co-pilots, just let a few of them look after the materials in the back, and when we go to Gaocheng's house to get the seeds, we will tie up Teacher Juchuan and leave."

Looking around, groups of dead bodies with no end in sight appeared from the street corner.

Taking a breath, Tsuko stood up, looked at it calmly for a moment, and followed Mizukawa:

"... Also. "

Shizuka Jukawa can play with Michiko and Shizuki Hiratsuka without a special relationship with Bahaku, and the three always have something in common.

Let's say drag racing.

Especially after the world became what it is today.

That scene was simply miserable.

"Snap!"

Look at a large lump in front of you that is pasted on the windshield and blown down by the wipers.

Turning his head and looking at the excited expression on Shizuka Jukawa's face, Mizukawa's eyelids jumped, and then raised his head, listening to the whispers coming from the top of his head, took a deep breath, and his face showed a thick doubt:

"Na, Junko, do you feel that these two have become more and more crooked recently?"

"Yes?" Tsuko blinked.

"Yes!" With a serious face, Mizukawa nodded heavily, and then looked at Junzi with a serious face:

"You are not allowed to play with them in the future."

“？"

"Those who are still so tired of falling in love in this scene are all perverts." Mizukawa's small face was solemn.

With his eyes closed and listening to what the person sitting on him said, Junzi's face twitched.

I don't know why, a strange scene suddenly flashed in my mind just now.

One night, the man sitting on his lap looked at a man who couldn't see his face, and said with a serious face: '

I know! You are a pervert! Same as me! We are born a couple! ’