: The Violent

master:"......"

Looking at the child in front of him who was only a little higher than his waist, the master's stiff mouth suddenly outlined an ugly curve.

Interesting child.

"Xiao Liu, don't be rude to the master." Old Jack pulled Tang Lu and handed over the certificate issued by the Spirit Hall in his hand.

He was careless just now and was almost taken to the ditch by Tang Lu.

Where is this?

This is the gate of Notting Junior Soul Master College. Since they say they are the teacher here, it will naturally not be fake.

At the gate of Notting College, I was cheating on the name of the college teacher. I’m afraid I don’t know how to write the word “death”!

After taking the certificate, he took a look. The master's eyes gently swept over the bodies of Tang San and Tang Lu, and then fell to Old Jack.

"It proves true, sir, I apologize to you on behalf of the college, and leave the child to me."

A person at least at the level of a soul master apologized to him. Old Jack's anger disappeared in an instant, and he waved his hand quickly. "No need to apologize, no need to apologize, master, that child will trouble you."

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, Tang Lu curled his lips unhappily.

My body didn't move for a moment, and I didn't even have the sincerity to apologize. Is this an apology?

Brother Tao’s attitude in the Wuhun Palace is better than this master!

With prejudices in his heart, he will naturally have some deviations and nitpicking when looking at people. Tang Lu also knew that this was wrong, but he did not intend to change it.

Old Jack left and turned around one step at a time. He liked Tang Lu, a sensible and nice child, from the bottom of his heart. He thought that he would not see him for a long time in the future, and felt reluctant to leave him.

Tang Lu also watched Old Jack disappear from the corner of the street, and then he retracted his gaze.

"It's okay, everyone will part, let's part." The master turned his head to look at the onlookers, then looked down at Tang San and Tang Lu and said. "You two will follow me in."

Hearing this, Tang San hurriedly followed him, while Tang Lu put his hands behind his head and walked at the end with a swagger.

That look like a second-rate social man, but because he is still very young, his movements look a little funny.

With the guidance of the master, the procedures for admission became very simple. Although the master was a free meal at Notting College, who was the dean’s friend? All the teachers had to give him some thin face.

Holding the white school uniform distributed by the college, the two of them came to the college dormitory building under the leadership of a teacher.

There are seven student dormitories in total. Because the students of Junior Soul Master College are relatively young, in order to be able to manage them uniformly, students of each grade live in a larger dormitory, with men and women living together.

Qishu, this is the dormitory assigned by the college to all working-study students. This place is not only gender-specific, but also grade-specific. All working-study students in the college are crowded in this dormitory.

Just make the dormitory big enough, so don’t worry about not having enough beds.

When Tang Lu and Tang San followed the teacher who managed the dormitory of the seventh room to the door of the dormitory, there was a lot of noise inside, and seven or eight children aged between eight and twelve were chasing and fighting inside.

"The teacher is here, the teacher is here."

A teenager about twelve years old shouted in a low voice, and the originally noisy dormitory suddenly became a sensation, and everyone turned their heads to the door of the dormitory.

"This is your dormitory." The teacher glanced at Tang Lu Tang San with an expressionless face, then turned around and left.

"It's okay?"

An older, burly boy blinked his eyes.

"It seems that I'm not here to look for us?" a teenager hesitated for a moment.

Hearing this, a group of people in the dormitory breathed a sigh of relief, and they couldn't help but look at the brothers Tang Lu and Tang San standing at the door.

"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen such a handsome guy?" Tang Lu stretched his left foot forward, and a complicated gesture on his hand. He shook his head and stretched his hand to pass by his forehead.

Touch, dong ~!

There was a sound of falling in the dormitory.

"A new job-study student?" Wang Sheng covered his right hand, which was a little painful to fall, and grinned.

"Are you stupid?"

Tang Lu looked at him, found a bed beside the window and sat down, then waved to Tang San. "San brother, here."

"My name is Wang Sheng, Wuhun War Hun, the future Master of War Soul, is the boss, boy, what's your name?" Wang Sheng raised his head and looked at Tang Lu proudly.

"Are you talking to me?" Tang Lu pointed at himself, then sorted out his clothes and said, "My name is Tang Lu, an artist, and his favorite thing is to maintain world nuclear peace."

"What is an artist? Is it a martial soul?" Wang Sheng scratched his head, and three big question marks quietly emerged behind his head.

In the end, he seemed to be irritated and he was too lazy to think about it, so he directly entered the topic without following the program.

"Boy, I am the boss here. Everyone here has to listen to me, including you and the third brother next to you. Do you understand?"

"Do you want to fight?" A hint of excitement suddenly appeared on Tang Lu's face.

Since the awakening of the martial soul, his experiment subjects have always been trees, hills, etc., and he has never fought with the soul master. His hands were really itchy for a moment.

"Just because you, a boy who just entered school, want to fight me, you..."

Wang Sheng sneered repeatedly, but before he could finish his words, a crisp word suddenly came from the door of the dormitory.

"Is this Qishe?"

When a group of people heard the sound, they saw a little girl who looked six or seven years old and tender, standing there pretty, with big pink eyes full of curiosity about new things.

"Ah......"

A group of wolf friends from Qishu were all shocked. Several of them even swallowed in a bad mood, and Tang Lu next to him shook his head secretly.

For these people, in his great China, there is a complete set of criminal laws.

"Hello, my name is Xiao Wu, dance Wu." Xiao Wu's petite face showed a sweet smile.

“So cute…”

Seeing this, there were two or three teenagers around eleven or twelve years old, and they felt that their bones were slimming.

"My name is Wang Sheng, and I am the boss here. There is a rule in our Qishu that new job-students must show their strength..." Looking at his unpromising younger brothers, Wang Sheng stood up.

"Are you sure?" Xiao Wu blinked her eyes.

Wang Sheng nodded, raised his hand and patted his chest gently. "Come on, Zhan Hujia..."

Before she could say the font, Xiao Wu on the opposite side had already jumped over. Then Wang Sheng felt his neck tightening, and then there was a dizzy turn.

Bang bang bang bang ~

Huh~Puff puff puff, dong!

Looking at the battle ahead that was like playing, Tang Lu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and his itchy hands suddenly stopped itching, and four big words in his mind could not stop appearing.

Fierce (breast) extremely evil

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ps: Love is always there, can you give a recommendation?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!