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The Flames of All Things Chapter Seventeen - Acting?

At this time, the security personnel were gathering quickly. They received a notice from the Shanhaiguan alarm system, and a group of gun-carrying guards and a fire truck rushed to the scene quickly.

"Damn it, this Nijier is in trouble again just a few days after school." Andri, a security administrator, touched his forehead. A few days after the freshmen entered school, the security department was already busy, but there were still students who caused trouble and needed them to go out.

"Nijier? Is that student who destroyed the central garden sculpture last year?" The middle-aged man with dark circles sat next to him.

With unshaven stubborn stubborn, thick dark circles, and listless eyes, this middle-aged man is called Yuan Jian and the teacher in Gu Xiaobei's class.

"Who else? This guy is simply a cancer. I really hope he graduates soon, so that I can get a lot of trouble every year." Andri gritted his teeth.

Yuan Jian patted his shoulder, expressing his great concern for his colleagues and old friends.

"What trouble did he cause? He broke up the school gate?"

"He had a conflict with a new student in the academy." Andri thought about it carefully and felt something was wrong. "But can there be a guy in this academy who is more arrogant than him? If not, I have to go there in person, that new student may be in danger of his life."

"Hey, is it that serious? By the way, who is the new student dares to mess with this guy."

"If they just demolished the Shanhai Pavilion, it would be fine. Just ask Nijier to pay for it. Anyway, his family has money, but if there is a problem with the newborn, it will be a big problem. I'd better go there." Andri stood up and stood up.

"Then count me, I'm bored anyway." Yuan Jian is rarely interested in meddling in other people's business.

South District, Shanhai Pavilion

The tense atmosphere did not dissipate with the passage of time, and the two confronted each other for five minutes. Nijier seemed to have a fire that was out of control, but in fact he was looking for the flaws of the guy in front of him. Once he found a way to keep Crimson Red, he would act without hesitation.

The scene is deadlocked and someone needs to break the deadlock.

The old-fashioned clock in the closet is shaking back and forth.

Jinglian was standing on the second floor at this time. The reason why he stopped blocking Nijier was because he felt that Nijier's hand was not exerting force. To be precise, he did not feel the downward force after grabbing Nijier's hand. Naturally, Nijier could not hang his sword on someone else's head like a water drop. He knew Nijier and chopped it up.

Never hesitate.

If it weren't for Nijier, then he could only be this newborn. He finally recalled who this newborn was, City A-level B-level crusade mission. It was an unknown crusade mission for beheaders. It was obvious that Jinglian would be judged to complete this B-level crusade mission just by saying "I killed it."

But he denied it.

Since he was a child, he has had a flash of perception of crisis, which is a bit like the spider sensing in comics, but not so mysterious. In short, it can support his judgment for him.

Just now, he felt it was very dangerous.

Of course Nijier is powerful. As a strong enemy, he can almost say that he has no weaknesses, but he will not have that kind of oppression. If it is not Nijier, then he can only be the newborn? If the demons in City A were defeated by that newborn, then maybe they are really the newborn.

"Nijier, stop. I will join the Serathon Society."

Finally, he spoke, his voice dull.

"Trade." Nijier's mouth raised.

The white flames in his body instantly entered his body, as if they had never appeared before. You know, just now, the high temperature triggered the protection system in the Shanhai Pavilion almost a few meters away.

What about the madman in front of him? What about the protection of his beloved weapons? What about the majesty that is as inviolable as a king? The previous angrily harsh light combined with these adds to it, it is like a trap.

The freshman put down the cracked crimson, looked at Jinglian deeply, and then walked out.

"You guys made me play the piano" a girl's voice came from the corner.

"That new man is not the one who quarreled. Let's take you to meet the Sethtal Society." Nijier replied in a scoundrel style. He picked up Feihong, hugged Jinglian's shoulder, and prepared to leave.

On the way back to the dormitory, Ji Jie, who was jogging all the way, finally followed Gu Xiaobei's pace.

"Xiaobei, you you, tell me if you are the kind of child in the evil-killing family." Ji Jie looked at Gu Xiaobei tightly, wanting to know the answer

"Of course not! Don't you understand me yet? I am just an ordinary person. My parents are away from home, and I live with my grandma. There is no one else at home." Gu Xiaobei replied seriously.

"But... but you just tried to beat the President of the Chitian Society! That's one of the best little bullies in the academy."

"I just want to save my senior brother, and I have no other idea. Even if he is the president, I will be saved. You must know that my senior brother has saved my life." Gu Xiaobei explained innocently.

"Senior Brother?" Ji Jie seemed a little incredible. He began to feel that the close friend of his side had suddenly hidden a big man, and he could not see through Gu Xiaobei.

"It's Jinglian."

"Brother, I will be with you in the future. Really, I will be tempted by your performance today. I admire you!" Ji Jie felt a little impressed.

"Actually, it's nothing. That sword is empty. He didn't really cut it down, and he was just pretending to behave behind him."

"It's so empty? But I feel like he's going to kill you... don't you?"

"I don't know, but now I feel a little confused when I come back to my senses." Gu Xiaobei rubbed his temples. Indeed, the ten minutes just now were like a dream, but now I think about it a little hazy.

The guy Shun didn't know what he did, but no matter what, Gu Xiaobei made money. He neither made a deal with Shun, and he successfully saved Senior Brother Jinglian. Although the president of the Shitian Society looked like he had a successful plan in the end, at least he had a clear conscience.

"But you don't want to add a club like this." Ji Jie said with a frustration

"What's the point? The next three months of training will be the highlight."

"But I still want to get in touch with beautiful female classmates more."

"At worst, you can go to other departments in the future, don't come to combat departments, there are many girls there."

"How can that be? I, Ji Jie, want to become an A-level agent."

On the avenue of the college, the moonlight was cold, and the two of them walked forward with bold words. The entrance test has passed. The students will be welcomed by three months of super training, which is what determines the direction of Gusuli in the future.

At this time, there was no one in the Shanhai Pavilion.

A fire truck and a team of police officers holding guns were parked at the entrance of Shanhai Pavilion.

What? What about Nijier? What about the troubled students? Didn’t you say that there would be a fire?

Administrator Andri punched the front cover of the car hard.

"Isn't it better? Let's go and drink."

Yuan Jian comforted with a smile

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!
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