Lin Feng controlled the ti and arrived at Xinyuan Middle School right at six.
The middle school is quite close to his ho, about a kiloter on foot, just a few minutes’ walk.
When Lin Feng reached the school gate, the dismissal bell happened to ring, and soon after, groups of energetic middle school students dressed in dark brown uniforms walked out laughing and joking.
Compared to the stress and worries of adults, middle school students seem to be carefree; the crisis of war doesn’t affect them much and isn’t sothing their age needs to worry about.
The students in their uniform sward out of the school gate, making it hard to distinguish who was who at a glance.
However, when Ma Lele appeared at the gate, Lin Feng spotted her instantly.
Or rather, even before she ca out of the gate, Lin Feng had noticed her.
It wasn’t because Ma Lele was conspicuous or surrounded by many people, but because before leaving ho in the morning, Lin Feng had cast the lock soul skill on his sister.
Not just his sister, Lin Feng had applied the lock soul skill on all his family mbers.
As a transfer student, only attending school for a few days, Ma Lele was already highly popular, surrounded by twenty or thirty people, constantly receiving food offerings from both boys and girls, even teachers.
Her popularity wasn’t due to how adorable Ma Lele was, but because her brother was Lin Feng.
With this halo, Ma Lele was shining at Xinyuan Middle School.
"No more, it’s too much. I need to go ho and eat dinner."
Ma Lele waved her hands, repeatedly refusing her classmates’ offerings, but people would still slip food into her hands or pockets without her noticing, and her once-empty backpack was now full.
The enthusiastic classmates simply wouldn’t take no for an answer.
"If you can’t finish it, let your brother eat it!"
"Try my hand-grabbed pancake first; it’s delicious."
"What’s so special about a hand-grabbed pancake? They’re everywhere. Try mine first, it’s Buddha Jumps Over the Wall that my mom specifically boiled for 48 hours."
"Yeah, Lin Feng is so strong, his appetite must be huge."
"Who are you to call the Wind God’s na directly? Believe , I’ll slap you upside the head!"
"Yeah, slap him, he’s so full of himself."
The students chattered away, thinking that if Lin Feng might eat their food, they would stop at nothing to give it to Ma Lele.
"Lele, this is a photo of your brother, can you get an autograph?"
"Wind God is going to the Land of Fallen Gods, maybe he’s already gone. Where’s the ti for autographs?"
"Exactly, you think Wind God is free? Lele, does your brother have any old clothes or towels he doesn’t want anymore?"
"I want so too, even underwear would do."
"I want underwear too; wearing Wind God’s underwear, you walk with the wind!"
Besides delivering food, more students just wanted an autograph; Ma Lele had collected no fewer than three hundred photos. Hearing soone even asking for her brother’s underwear made Ma Lele look helpless and speechless.
Even if there were, she was too embarrassed to ask!
"Haha."
Seeing his sister laden with stuff, looking adorably speechless, Lin Feng couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
"Alright, I need to go ho now."
Ma Lele struggled to handle her enthusiastic classmates, shouting loudly, but at this point, it was packed, making it hard to leave.
"I..." She was just about to speak when she suddenly disappeared.
With the release of the stand soul skill, Lin Feng appeared in Ma Lele’s original spot, surrounded by a group of enthusiastic students.
The atmosphere was quiet for a second or two; the students hadn’t reacted yet, so rubbed their eyes, until Lin Feng disappeared, leaving a bewildered little boy eating ice cream, and then the screams erupted.
"It’s Wind God!"
"It’s the stand soul skill! Amazing!"
"I actually saw Wind God, wow!"
"Where did Wind God go?"
One by one, the students scread madly while quickly dispersing to find Lin Feng’s figure, but by then, Lin Feng had already whisked his sister away.
"Wind God ran away!"
"What a pity, a rare chance for a photo!"
Although a bit disappointed, the students couldn’t hide the excitent and thrill on their faces.
Seeing their idol appear suddenly in front of them—how could they not be excited and thrilled?
On a small path, Ma Lele looked at Lin Feng surprisedly and said, "Bro, why did you suddenly co to pick up today?"
"Didn’t I promise before that I would pick you up after school?"
Lin Feng smiled and said.
"Bro, want to eat?"
Ma Lele’s little face was almost grinning, opened her backpack, and showed Lin Feng the food her classmates had given her.
"They are too enthusiastic, every day both at school and after, they keep giving so much food, I can’t even refuse. I tried sharing with classmates, but still can’t finish, and there are still lots in the desk."
Ma Kele said helplessly.
At first, she was quite happy, after all, she loved snacks, but after a couple of days, it beca a hassle.
There were too many tasty things, she couldn’t finish them all, and many spoiled.
"I won’t eat, you enjoy it."
Lin Feng touched his sister’s cheek and smiled.
The siblings chatted casually as they walked ho.
Because he was wearing a baseball cap, no one recognized Lin Feng.
Just as Lin Feng was escorting his sister ho, on a mountain peak.
In mid-air, seven people flapped their wings. Below them knelt a group of people, who had no shackles on them but seed to be bound by an invisible force. They clenched their fists, bodies trembling slightly, trying to struggle to their feet, but the force within and the terrifying gravity kept them from breaking free.
"31."
A man stood in front of these kneeling people, speaking while swinging the knife in his hand. As blood splattered, a ferocious-looking head rolled down the mountain like a ball, leaving behind a headless corpse on the ground.
"I really don’t know. It has nothing to do with . I’m just an ordinary..."
A man with glasses, neatly dressed, with a scholarly air, kept explaining.
But no matter how he explained or what reasons he gave, the result did not change. When the head fell, there was not much resentnt in his eyes, but more regret.
If he had another chance, he would never join the new world.
He would not live in such a lingering state.
Perhaps knowing that arguing was futile, a man in uniform, shivering, began to kowtow and pray. By this ti, his forehead was bloody and muddy, each bow twisting his expression with pain.
Clearly, this was painful.
But he did not stop.
Compared to the pain, he feared death more.
"Don’t kill . I still have elderly parents, and two young children. Don’t kill . I can make up for my mistakes. I know so secrets of the new world. I’ll tell you everything."
The man kowtowed and pleaded, trying to express his remaining value.
"You have both identity and status, a perfect family. Elderly parents and young children, Old Yu, why must you do this?"
A woman in martial arts attire clearly knew the kowtowing man and said with a complex tone.
"Sister Zhang, help , help . You know I didn’t do it on purpose. I was coerced. If I didn’t comply with their demands, my family would die. I really didn’t want to..."
Faced with the threat of death, the man clung to the woman, begging her to plead for him, hoping she would help, but the woman did not speak again, her eyes filled with helplessness.
Yang Qing silently watched this scene, his expression indifferent.
These people kneeling on the ground were all caught by them, all the ’rats’ that had erged in the past three days. So were powerful, so had prestigious status, otherwise they wouldn’t have acted.
One after another was beheaded. The bloody massacre filled the air with the sll of blood. Perhaps knowing that begging was futile, or perhaps from overwhelming fear, so were furious, lifting their heads with resentnt, cursing Yang Qing and the others in the air: "Just wait, don’t be too happy. The alien race is about to invade. You won’t live much longer either."
"You’ll end up worse than us, begging for death you can’t find."
"Bastards, give your grandfather a quick end. Stop dawdling like a woman."
Whether cursing or begging, the result was the sa. Once caught, there was only one outco.
When the last head fell to the ground, the world fell silent. Soone laughed and said, "Caught 43 big fish in three days. I wonder if anyone else dares to poke their head out?"
The previously speaking woman showed a trace of reluctance. After hesitating, she said, "Isn’t it too much? So people don’t deserve to die."
"It’s a matter of principle. Once you betray the human race, there’s only one path—death."
Yang Qing glanced at the woman, and she avoided his gaze, not daring to et his eyes.
"Don’t entertain thoughts you shouldn’t have."
Yang Qing continued.
He wasn’t threatening her, nor was there a need to. It was just a reminder.
So people indeed didn’t deserve death, nor did they cause severe consequences, but without bloody punishnt, it would entice more to gamble with their luck.
It’s an unavoidable asure.
Especially at this unique ti.
"So scum, dead is dead, nothing to regret."
Soone said indifferently.
"What do you think about the King Becoming plan?"
Seeing the atmosphere beco tense, soone changed the subject: "Isn’t entering the Land of Fallen Gods too dangerous? It’s said the alien races’ forces have begun to move. Even we don’t dare to enter the Land of Fallen Gods easily."
Soone looked to the bottom of the mountain, speaking with a hint of coldness: "I find it good. Resources should be given to the right people!"
"Being strong is aningless. Daring to kill the alien race is the real truth."
"Pre-select those without courage and weak ones, only benefits, no downsides."
Everyone discussed, while Yang Qing fell into silence.
This ti, the Avengers Alliance would also participate in the King Becoming plan, entering the Land of Fallen Gods.
Compared to others, they had no advantage in strength.
But they excelled in creating miracles.
"Still proud?"
Thinking of Lin Feng, this phrase surfaced in Yang Qing’s mind.
He tried not to dwell on it, but the phrase lingered like a nightmare, always in his mind.
This seemingly puzzling question incessantly mocked him.
Mocked his pride!
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