Chapter 461: First, tune, teach, me?

Sakura, Tokyo, Sensoji Temple.
As one of Tokyo's famous attractions, Sensoji Temple is crowded for almost a year, and the traffic is huge.
However, unless it is a special day (the first month, summer festival, Valentine's Day, Christmas, etc.), most of Sensoji Temple is foreign tourists. Of course, any attraction has many foreigners and few locals. Only local talents who want to cheat foreigners' money will often enter and exit the attractions.
But today is not the same. Nakamise Shopping Street, where people flow like water in the past, now stagnates like frozen ice. Numerous people crowd around the central figures and follow them slowly. On the contrary, there are no foreigners. Only the local talents who have received accurate information occupy the front row.
"Ah, it really came late!"
Inside the Wind and Thunder Gate with the plaque of 'Jinlongshan' hanging, a few high school students looked at the crowd in front of them who could hardly be inserted into the water and couldn't splash in, and sighed again and again: "Don't know, don't come over in the last class. "
"That's the teacher's class. It can't run away. He runs faster than you."
"Can you see the prince here?"
"I can't see it, only a faint glimpse of blond hair."
A female high school student looked at the crowd in the distance and couldn't help but stomp her lips and said, "I didn't expect that the prince of the watchman would come to Tokyo ... if I could talk to him, I would be willing to die."
Another curly male high school student said, "I can't squeeze in."
"But the next time the prince returns, I don't know when it will be ..."
"Will the prince hold a fan meeting?"
"It's unlikely, he's not an entertainer, but if he releases a CD or other peripherals, I will start in three."
"Look at Twitter! Someone took a video of the prince's battle over Takayama Hida!"
"It's so cool and strong! This enemy is too big, is it a mountain giant? But it hasn't been broken into pieces by the prince, and Wuhun people can't help you at all!"
"It is indeed the strongest in the Federation!"
"Isn't the strongest Confederate that angel?"
"Are your eyes blind? The uncle Angel is old and ugly, and he can't be beaten by the Monkey King, but His Royal Highness is saving the world everywhere to defeat monsters, not to mention worse than the people in Xiangong, not to mention he is still Putian The type of Hui has the feeling of a sage of Yamazaki, the taste of Nomura Zhou Ping, the taste of Shigema Mamiya, and a little bit like Yamada Takayuki with a little real sword-blessing element, how much better than that uncle angel!
"Can those uncles and aunts die quickly and give way? I want to see the federal heroes!"
But it is almost impossible to settle the flow of people in the Nakamise shopping street, and these are not monsters that these high school students can challenge.
They sighed, and stood unwillingly under the red lanterns of Thunder Gate, leaning on the statues of Fengshen and Thor, looking forward to the miracle.
At this time, a girl said, "I'm a little thirsty."
"I'm a little bit, too," someone immediately echoed, turning his head to a little boy with a little humpback and saying, "Sugar, go and buy a drink."
"I want energy drinks."
"I want milk coffee."
Several students immediately said what they wanted to drink. The little boy opened his mouth and whispered, "I can't take so much ..."
"Huh?" The tall curly boy snorted. "Tangyou, do you want to eat sugar again today? Trouble, there is no art class today ..."
With a self-evident tacit understanding, the students laughed. The little boy did not dare to talk anymore, and turned his head obediently to find a nearby vending machine for drinks.
I do n’t know if it ’s because there are too many people coming to Sensoji Temple today, and the nearby automatic drink vending machines are out of stock. The short boy could n’t buy all the drinks, but he did n’t dare to take it back or use other drinks to fool him. Buy it at vending machines a little further away.
It was hard to buy all the drinks, but there were seven or eight bottles, and the little boys couldn't hold it.
But he was very experienced with it and opened his schoolbag to put the drink in. Although the frozen drink wets the books, it doesn't matter.
When he went back, several people suddenly came out of the side road. Several suit men were crowding a blond man to the car parked on the side of the road.
"I'm really sorry, we really didn't expect to cause such a big sensation ..."
"It doesn't matter, doesn't this just mean that I'm popular?"
"Yes, sir, your charity will be loved by the people all over the world, Fan Ying will not forget your contribution to flying in the mountains ..."
"That's all helped by many soldiers of Wuhun ..."
The little boy who once knew the extraordinary world through multiple channels, and quickly recognized that the suit men were the martial arts soldiers often appearing on television, and the blond man was the representative of the watchmen who had been in the cherry blossom exchanges these past two days , The mighty superhuman being called a prince!
Other bodyguards also noticed the existence of short boys, and they did not expect that there were people on such a remote road. But the little boy didn't seem to be in danger, so the bodyguards just faintly stood in front of him until the blond man waited in the car.
However, before the blond man got into the car, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at the short boy, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he got off the car.
The blonde man glanced at it, the short boy felt faint, and returned to the Thunder Gate of Fenglei with his schoolbag.
However, the classmate who ordered him to buy a drink is no longer there.
He took out his mobile phone and found that he was scolded by curly hair: "You buy drinks so slowly, you are dead."
Seeing this line of words, the little boy did not have any emotional fluctuations, but he walked back with so many bottles of drinks, and he felt very tired.
He rested against the pillar of the gate, and went home carrying his schoolbag.
At dinner, he ate with his mother and his father who came back to work overtime. At dinner, his father routinely asked him academic questions, and his mother also asked him how he was at school. The little boy smiled and answered everything, saying today I also went to Sensoji Temple with my classmates and ended this daily dinner.
Back in the bedroom, he took out the eight bottles of schoolbags and put them on the table. He opened a bottle of energy drink and took a sip. Then he took out the cram school workbook that was a little wrinkled because of soaking, and started studying.
However, looking at the text on the workbook, for some reason, he felt exhausted and drowsy assaulted his mind.
He couldn't help lying on the table and closed his eyes.
In the dimness, he seemed to dream about the past.
When painting landscape painting in art class, I don't know who thinks the color of the paintbrush is like candy. Others also follow ‘really hey, it ’s not like painting tools’.
He also laughed with everyone, and then didn't know who it was. He handed the brush to him and said, ‘Hurry up, lick it’.
I don't know when bullying him has become a fun show in the class.
He did not resist and licked obediently.
As for what that ‘sugar’ tastes like, he remembers it all his life.
‘Atmosphere’ is like an invisible monster. He can only survive in the class along the atmosphere. Maybe there is someone who can live against the atmosphere and live well, but that person is not short, he can't fight, and he doesn't exercise well.
Obedience and obedience are better than rebellion, so you won't be bullied.
Then he dreamed more ... For example, he was coaxed to be the ugliest girl in the class with a boyfriend and girlfriend, for example, he was called 'Sugar You', for example ...
Unexpectedly, he didn't feel angry, and his heart was always calm, as if looking at the life of another person.
At this moment, there was a kind voice in his heart, this voice was so natural, as if he was talking:
"Do you desire power?"
He: "So, what's the price?"
"It depends on what you want to do."
He: "I want to do bad things."
"Why do you think you will do bad things?"
He: "Because they are many."
"Yes, the side with more people is right, and the plunder by the side with more people is just. It is really regrettable that you did not stand on the side with many people.
Fortunately, the person you are loyal to will never stand by the crowd.
I give you the courage to kill and the power to plunder, but the price is that you must not disappoint my gift and apply terror to the world.
At the same time, you need to chant my name when you execute the kill. You can blame me for all your sins. I don't mind that I am the cause, motivation and instructor of your evils, so you don't have to worry about your actions affecting your loved ones, right?
If you fail to do the above, I will take back your strength and courage. "
He: "What's your name then?"
In the dimness, he seemed to see a vague figure of a woman. After a while, the voice in his heart sounded again: "Just use the simplest and most intuitive name Devil. The devil who spreads horror, eats with resentment, and fears all beings.
When the demon king came, all the rebels died. "
He didn't believe it, "Demon King, are you really so powerful?"
"A devil without fear, all creatures in the world are his food, and all the strong are his prey. No one can match, no one can resist, his hatred can contaminate everything. But, the devil comes In an instant, the heart of the brave will follow the shadow ... "
The voice in his heart gradually became silent. He felt the light leaking from his eyelids, and found that he was asleep on the desk, and the workbook was soaked with saliva.
He wiped his saliva, suddenly stood up, stood still for a few minutes, and then stomped on the ground!
The loud noise caused the mother's attention: "Yu, what's wrong with you?"
"It's all right."
He sent his mother away from the door and looked down. He looked down at his hands and felt the surging power running in his blood. His heart seemed to be filled with light, and endless courage was inspiring him!
Before, he was not without the idea of ​​resistance, but his weak reason quickly deterred some of his blood: teachers, their parents, their parents ...
He was not confident to welcome the results of the resistance.
But now, he feels full of courage and self-confidence, and it seems that he can face it fearlessly no matter what happens!
Sitting slowly on the bed, countless plans came to mind. The world in his eyes seems to be colorful, he has a lot of things to do, and he can't live up to the devil's trust ...
‘Give me courage and share my power ...

There was a flash of doubt in his mind, but it was soon covered by other thoughts filled with nightmares and blood.
‘Flight the next day · Day’
After sending Xiaoyu to school in the morning, Ren Suo began the second day of Raising the World.
Wu Yin left early in the morning: "The little girl is going to work in Edo and will only be back tonight. Please be careful, two gentlemen."
Wait for the sound to leave ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The maidservant appears on the screen and asks respectfully: "What are you doing today? Do you want to investigate first, or go to the surrounding area for a rest, or adjust it, Taught me?"
Only then did Rensuo know that the so-called "good rest" does not mean that even if you sleep, you should sleep more intensely, but instead do some entertainment, such as hanging around and playing.
The reason why they have to entertain while fleeing is probably related to the "hate" carried by Mu Gongzi.
Those filthy resentments affect Mu Gongzi's mood all the time, so whenever he encounters something bad, it is easy to be depressed, and the purification amount of resentments has dropped sharply.
If it is not good, Mu Gongzi's camp may even be skewed. If his faction is always absolutely evil, it means that the archive is scrapped.
The investigation is to complete task one: find the murderer behind the scenes; and the entertainment break is to complete task two to purify the filthy grudge as soon as possible.
But what ’s this ‘first, tune, teach, me’?
Am I playing serious games! ?