Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

When Thangka closed the door to the supermarket from the outside, he was so up and down, just like what he had made.

He didn't know if he was not unfaithful to the best teacher and the Pangu god, but the squad leader told him that it was not. The squad leader said that if he found the mistake of the best teacher, he would not tell the good teacher. It is true infidelity, even a crime against the "sacred cause."

Thangka did not know whether he should believe that the squad leader is still a good teacher. In his mind, both of them are unquestionable and must be absolutely obedient.

Therefore, Thangka is still as always, like a small tail, squatting behind the squad leader and returning to the meeting place.

However, just after returning to the meeting place, he encountered another guy who did not want to face, the deputy squad leader "Liao Meng".

Liao Meng is a big, muscular boy who is taller than Thangka and has a head higher than the squad leader.

His skin is dark, the tiger's back is bearded, and the blood vessels around him are always violent, highlighting the power of explosives.

And he never concealed the existence of this kind of power, almost every time he said a word, he had to wave his fist, and his face was full of acne, which seemed to split at any time.

Liao Meng does not like Thangka.

Although I don't know why, it has never been straightforward, but Thangka knows that Liao Meng doesn't like himself very much, especially when he is behind the **** of Chu Zhiyun, or with Chu Zhiyun to avoid everyone and get along alone. when.

At that time, Liao Meng looked at his eyes like a tiger looking at the shivering sheep.

And Thangka does not like Liao Meng.

Yes, he knows that he should not "dislike" anyone, but he can't do it. Every time Liao Meng stares at the squad leader, he will raise a nameless anger from the bottom of his heart. Will be eroded by the demon, completely demonized.

"Where have you been?"

Liao Meng waved a thick flamethrower, between Chu Yunyun and Thangka, separated the two with cold steel. He stared at Thangka, cold and cold. "There is not your mission area." ”

"I asked him to help."

After waiting for Thangka to answer, Chu Zhiyun took Thangka behind him. "I found a supermarket that is not small, and I need people to identify the dangerous goods inside."

"supermarket?"

Liao Meng narrowed his eyes. "Why don't you ask me for help, I am the deputy squad leader."

“The task is equally important in identifying the materials in libraries and bookstores.”

Chu Zhiyun hardly said, "I am the squad leader. I can assign all people's purification tasks at will. I think Thangka students are suitable for supermarkets. Is there a problem?"

Liao Meng was silent, and the hands of the flamethrower were smashed and smashed, and the flamethrower was slammed.

"Your mood is very strong, you are... angry."

Chu Zhiyun suddenly said, "Why?"

"I do not have."

Liao Meng took a deep breath and retired. "I am very calm, just want to know why Thangka changed the task, nothing more."

"Now you already know, is that all right?"

Chu Zhiyun stared at Liao Meng’s black and red face, and he was aggressive.

"Yes, it's okay."

Liao Mengtou did not go back.

"Don't be afraid of him, he is not good at managing his emotions than you."

Chu Zhiyun looked at Liao Meng and went farther and farther, and this was close to Thangka’s ear. "This guy will soon be possessed by the Devil, completely out of control, kicking out the 'Light Academy', let alone becoming a 'purification 'It’s gone."

The teenagers worked from dawn to dusk until the night fell, and the lack of systematic lighting ruins, they ended the first day of purification testing, with a lot of precious loot, returning to the original road back to the campsite set up in the suburbs .

A big city, of course, not only do they have a class of 20 or 30 people to carry out purification, but there are dozens of classes, thousands of "quasi-purifiers" separate different areas, and advance from the surrounding to the city center.

At this moment, thousands of "quasi-purifiers" returned to the camp at the same time, counted the day's purification scores and recovered the treasures of heaven, received inspections and instructions from the instructors, and a real purification force stationed not far away, thousands The people's team is vast and lively.

After Tangka followed Chu’s cloud, the second instructor counted the spoils and scanned the mood fluctuations recorded with the brain.

He originally thought that the act of touching the "warning line" twice in a day would be rebuked by the tutor, and at least he would be questioned what was going on.

Who knows that the instructor only stared at him with cold eyes for a while, then waved and let go, without any intention of pursuing, of course, did not "eject him out of the examination room."

Donka took a sigh of relief and helped Chu Zhiyun play with the portable light generator.

The planet has just been attacked by them. It has not yet established a fixed temple. It can only rely on the Holy Light Generator to carry out the necessary daily cultivation.

In a short time, thirty-three students in the class completed the scan and sat down around the Holy Light Generator.

"Hey..."

The Holy Light generator made a slight noise, and a milky white light rushed out like a fountain, slowly spreading, wrapping all the classmates like a tent.

Thangka feels immersed in a pure, quiet, holy and soft ocean. His soul resonates with the souls of the remaining 32 classmates. He seems to have heard the voices of the best master and Pangu the great in resonance. This voice made him forget the original desire to incite the restlessness, and even more forget the temptation and clarity of the demon outside the domain. He was once again ethereal, sacred, and pure.

After the practice of the Holy Light once a day, Thangka’s mood was much calmer. Even if he looked directly at Chu’s cloud or Liao Meng, there were not so many messy and ridiculous thoughts in his heart.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Not far away, suddenly there was a scream.

On a high platform that had just been built up, there was a silver-colored execution frame. A student with a fork and a fork and a foot tied to it, was smashed by a mentor with a poisonous thorn, and smashed thirty-six. The whip, drawn to the coma, the skin opened, and even the vertebrae can be seen, this was lifted.

Everyone is watching silently, and some people may be as curious as Thangka. However, if the sacred youths are not allowed, they will not "talk to each other and talk about it."

For a moment, the mentor revealed the answer to them.

It was a child in the next class. In today's purification work, the ghosts made a poorly stuffed plastic toy that was originally destroyed, a very poor model of the giant soldier.

He is so stupid that every student must go through the most meticulous inspections when they return to the camp, and there is absolutely no possibility of entraining anything.

No one knows why he really wants to do this. Even when the instructor asked him, he was red-faced and couldn’t say a word for a long time.

Perhaps, by the devil of the devil, it is so embarrassing, the mind is not clear, right?

Then there's no way.

He was the first knockout of the "ultimate test" and after being whipped, he would be sent to the rear temple for the deepest purification.

I don't know if he can retain the ability of logical thinking, but even if he becomes a low-ranking unit such as "Bing Bee" or "Worker Bee", he is also self-defeating.

only……

Thangka did not know how serious he and the squad leader were doing. It would be more serious than secretly hiding a toy. Will it be like the guy in the next class, **** by the five flowers and tied to the execution platform? What are you doing?

Thangka’s calmness, which has just been soothed by the Holy Light, is gone, and the mood is like a lake that has been wrinkled by the spring breeze.

Back to the dormitory, Thangka still has a lot of troubles, and the soul is not at home.

The rainbow lollipop that Chu’s cloud had just stuffed into his mouth seemed to open up his taste buds, and the usual synthetic foods like chewing wax became more and more odorless.

Thangka hardly stuffed into the two bowls of slimy synthetic food into the eyes of the scorpion. He resisted the urge to vomit and refused to digest. He came to the cultivation room.

The sacred people do not have the concept of "entertainment". In a few spare time, exercise is almost the only option to vent excess energy.

Thangka struggled with sandbags and gravity treadmills, trying to squeeze every force of each muscle, instantly resembling every demon in the muscle fibers.

He has almost succeeded.

But at this time, Chu Zhiyun also came to the practice room and jumped on the gravity treadmill opposite him.

She likes to sweat, and the sweat quickly wets her chest.

Thangka felt instantly that he had just resurrected the 18,000-day demon who had just died.

In the dead of night, all the classmates in the class slept soundly, including Chu Yunyun.

Thangka turned to the side and couldn’t sleep at night.

Even though he was separated by several high and low beds, he seemed to be able to smell the sweaty smell of Chu Yun.

Hey, Chu Zhiyun’s unconventional appearance in the supermarket overlaps with her sweaty appearance on the treadmill, turning into a soft, fluffy dream that suppresses Thangka’s head.

Thangka is dreaming, a strange dream that has never been done before.

He dreamed that he and Chu Yunyun, holding hands in the blue sea and blue sky, running on the white and delicate beach.

He dreamed that Chu Yunyun played with a bright red skirt and showed him the expression called "smile."

He even dreamed that Chu Zhiyun was tied to the execution platform by Wuhua, still wearing a red dress and being beaten by a thorn.

The clothes flutter like red butterflies, revealing a whiter, more delicate skin than sand, and the redness and swelling of the redness will make the skin next to it more white.

"Tangka, save me, Thangka, save me!"

The squad leader in the dream was extraordinarily delicate and gave a whim that she would never give out.

Thangka suddenly woke up, feeling the sweat in his body.

The lower body is more like an electric shock, and it is a slap, and he jumps. He has not reacted yet, and the crotch is wet and sticky.

"this is--"

Tangka scalp numb, the 14-year-old boy made such a weird dream for the first time, met such a strange thing, he, he wet the bed?

At this moment, Thangka was a spirit, like something falling from the sky, into the brain of his mess.

"Hey, boy, how are you!"

One sounded as if I wanted to pretend to be amiable, but when I thought about it, my mother’s voice was so loud that it sounded in Thangka’s mind.