Magic Race Crossing

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At 9:30 on Wednesday, the weather was fine, Li Mo took a bus to a private high school in Tokyo where he studied. At this time, during the class, the campus was very empty and very quiet. Professor Li's convoy went straight in, and with the appalling momentum and volley, he even saw the principal without making an appointment.

"Hello, this gentleman, for the first time, I don't know what you are doing?" Some middle-aged uncle Xie Ding asked with a nervous bow while wiping his sweat.

Victor Elder has been in the top position for a long time, and does not treat the little devil as a person's exploitation, abuse and anatomy every day. Over time, he has formed a peculiar momentum that ignores life, is cold and ruthless, and destroys the devil. cold.

At the moment, Li Mo was standing in the first place in a suit, followed by two tight-fitting men, wearing a fashion uniform and wearing sunglasses, the young man was in a row. If it weren't for his extraordinary clothes, and the luxury cars around him, the principal thought that his students had provoke the community members and a certain "big brother"?

Li Mo and Bald have no common topic. They explain that it is a waste of time. Secondly, the other party is not qualified. Thirdly, if he shows a little importance to the other party, then this guy has the confidence to bargain with himself.

Thoughtful in his heart, he suddenly clenched his fist and slowly pushed out a punch, it seemed that there was nothing strange in the ordinary. He punched very slowly, striking at half the speed of an empty snail, and struck the bald-headed principal's face a little bit, a light blow hit his cheek.

However, in the headmaster's eyes, there was another scene. His pupils contracted fiercely for a while, and then he completely dispersed, and became dull and dull.

Li Mo has been studying Dao Xin's kind of demons these days, analyzing the operation rules of gray matter's kind of demons, and using Millie as a medium to carry out repeated verifications on the unknown fire dance. Although he does not yet have a ‘magic species’ in his body, he can use the ‘moon disk’ as the core to perform some mental attacks, which has the same effect as the illusion of moving the soul.

At this moment, Li Mo underestimated and punched a punch, and the spirit wave mixed with impetus came to invade the other party. The principal's mind could not be seized by it, and there were illusions in his eyes, and he lost the resolution of the speed of space in near and far.

He punched this punch and moved forward in the form of backwards. The time was infinitely long and fast, and the sense of confusion and contradiction caused the principal's thinking to stagnate.

The world in his eyes, with Li Mo as the core, violently twisted and fluctuated. Li Mo's figure keeps rising, like the magnificent magnificent demon giant, with his mouth roaring and swallowing the world, the sun and moon are dim and dull, rotating around him as the core.

In the eyes of the members of Yinchao, Li Mo just flickered sluggishly, and the punching wind swept across the opponent, but within a few seconds, the principal lost his self and became a walking puppet.

"The Daoxin kind of demon really has some ways, this trick is called" Magic Demon King Fist "! Mouth 桀桀 桀桀 桀桀 ......"

Li Mo flicked his fingers and extended a few spiritual threads on his fingertips, which connected to the principal on the opposite side. He quickly controlled his every move, from the initial rigidity to the normal life like a normal person. flaw.

"Go, notify the classes to organize medical examinations, starting from the third year." Li Mo said to the Mediterranean.

"understand!"

...

Yinchao did not know the secrets of the three artifacts. He hoped that Li Mo would start with them as soon as possible, collecting genes, cloning the body, and deciphering the mysteries of power, and then mass-produce a huge clone army, harvesting them all at once, simple and simple.

But Li Mo did not intend to do so. He knew that the Three Artifacts still have potential for development, far from reaching the peak, and now only the green fruits are not worth harvesting, but continue to be cultivated.

In addition, he also needs the three artifacts in the peak state to deal with the big snake family, providing him with reference and data to deal with the "big snake". He can seal the three divine skills of ‘Big Snake’, but he is determined to get it.

If Cao Yajing and Bashen Temple are now tied and sent to the laboratory for slicing research to kill the second of the three artifacts in advance, where do you get the ‘three gods’ skills to deal with the big snake family? Without the means of checks and balances, how will it end when the snake comes?

Therefore, Li Mo revised his plan for the three artifacts. First collect their genes for cloning plan, and at the same time free-range grass Yajing and Bashen Temple, from the side to continue to send monsters to send experience to stimulate their growth, while collecting data.

The blood of Bashen Temple and Cao Yajing was difficult to collect. Some time ago Li Mo sent his elite to attack the two. After some fierce fighting, they successfully wounded them. But the blood and minced meat spilled on the ground have to be collected in the future, and they emit violent heat, destroying the genetic information from the inside, and become useless.

If you can't get genetic information and blood samples in frontal attack, then change your method! So now there is this scene.

...

Two hours later, Yin Chao's disguised hospital medical examination car came to this high school.

It is said that there are multiple hepatitis A patients in the school continuously, which has attracted the attention of the senior management of the school and decided to conduct a physical examination of the entire school and start from the third grade. The efficiency of collecting blood samples was very high, and soon it was Cao Yajing's class, and then a conflict broke out.

As a grassroots family with extraordinary strength, Xue Zhajing has received such teaching since childhood:

The noble lineage of the grassroots is a descendant of the three artifacts of the savior, and it is above the rubbish. Therefore, from generation to generation, we must protect the noble bloodline, and should not be outflowed! Even if you raise the small 3 outside, you must infuse the flames at the moment of launch, burning all the tadpoles to ensure that there will be no accidents. Injuries and bleeding are unavoidable in daily life, so every member who awakens to the "Inflammation of the Grass" must master the technology of automatic burning when the flesh and blood are away from the body.

Xuezhejing, who strictly abides by the family rules, naturally disagrees with the medical examination and naturally refuses. Then, Li Mo's Yinchao members persuaded with bitterness.

The little nurse of Yinchao said: "Young people, don't specialize. In this day and age, everyone is equal. These delicate female classmates have been examined. Why should you refuse to draw blood?"

"That's right! Senior Senior Xuezhejing, aren't you very powerful and able to fight? How can even a group of women be inferior? Are you afraid of pain? Feeling dizzy? It's so precious!" And envious of his powerful fighting ability, the male student with a sister who sent a love letter laughed ridiculously.

Cao Yajing is also not good-tempered. He has a scum of ‘learning ability of only five’, and he has been in grade three for years. Like a substitute teacher, every year at the end of the semester, students of an era are seen away. Who knows the crying and pain in their hearts? In the first year of repetition, he also tried to make friends with members of the new class. But the number of repetitions has increased, and his friends have gone a bit, and he has gradually become numb.

As the age gap increases, the generation gap is growing. He and this group of juniors who were still in junior high school when they were in the third year of high school had less than one semester and had no feelings. Instead, they were separated from each other. He always felt discriminated and became more lonely.

Xuezhejing was very angry, and he wasn't able to explain it well, but instead ridiculed: "Humph! Stupid mortal! Is it possible for the blood of the grass family to be able to infest?"

Is there a use for learning? Lao Tzu can't beat you in grades, just crush you in lineage. If you learn well, you have to be old to eat! In this era of fighting dads, I was born taller than you. Not convinced? Some kind of heads-up! Kill you with Yaoba zero!

He refused to draw blood for a long time, and the class behind complained. Hearing this at the moment, instantly detonated the atmosphere of the scene.

"Cut, what's so great, obviously a three-year repetitive scum dog, who gives you confidence?", "Yes! There is a kind of duel with physics questions!", "Don't you know? This guy is very good at fighting Hey! "," Is it bad? "," Yes, I heard he threatened Xuemei and did some strange things in the health room ... "

"Ba Ga!" Xue Zhajing gritted his teeth, and wished that a big snake would burn all the weak chickens into ash, but reason told him that he must hold back.

In the end, Professor Li's 'Study Beijing Medical Examination Plan' failed.

The grassroots family is very rich, and the family members' physical treatment and physical examinations are all conducted in a high-level private hospital, which can effectively ensure that the bloodline information will not flow out.

Cao Yajing assured the school that he would turn in a medical certificate from a professional hospital tomorrow and finally avoided the temporary inspection.

...

At the same time that Xuezhejing escaped, Bashen Temple faced the same dilemma.

"Small eight, I know you are in good health and have no problems. Last time, I carried two gas canisters for me." The bar owner who had already drunk, looked at the cold eyes, and the whole body was killing, and I was going to kill Your Bajin Temple waved carelessly, and then said, "But this time the health check of the bar street is prescribed above, and our bar is particularly strict. Only the employees are in good health, the guests can rest assured. You are the top brand of our bar , Handsome, handsome and unruly, many female guests order you to accompany the drink, so you must have a medical examination and apply for a health certificate. "

"Am I refusing?" Bashen Temple was unmoved and squeezed a glass of wine, asking coldly.

"Then you can only cancel the contract! The last time you signed the VIP contract. We have never done anything that is sorry to you. If you do not agree, you will violate the spirit of the contract and the law. I can fight, but this world is about law. Everyone is equal before the law, and abuse of violence is going to be shot! "

Eight God Temple moved stiffly, and the wandering killing intention also froze for a moment, then he lowered his voice and said coldly, "I hate violence!"

"Uh huh! I understand you, your passion is music! Your music contains a special kind of mind that makes people move. You shouldn't fight, kill, kill, but concentrate on making music seriously. I admire you for giving you such a good treatment. Is n’t that just a medical examination? Is there anything to be afraid of. Xiaoba, listen to my boss, go to the medical examination and stay at the bar. You stay with the wine, I will give you the processing capital, and you will contact the music company to make the album. I know your financial resources, you can eat so much, and often abuse violence to beat people, and the income is used to pay for medical expenses, right? "

"No, I hate violence! They forced me, and it was useless to even hook my hands."

"Okay, I understand! Is your dream to release an album? You go to the medical examination and work well for half a year. I will record the album for your contact."

Bashen Temple was moved, and his parents sold cold noodles. They could n’t compare to the grass-roots Jing, and the economic conditions were limited. And his family does not support him in music. I have practiced fighting since I was a child. My hobby is playing guitar, which is also a scum. It is difficult to save money to make an album. But how can the blood of the eight gods fall into the hands of others?

"Little Eight, I remember you always wanted to buy an imported bass? I can help you ..."

"This ..." Bashen Temple hesitated.

"Little eight! I ... @ #% @ # ￥ @ # ￥"

"Okay! I agreed." Bashen Temple gritted his teeth and nodded.

After the blood test, it is no problem to mask and destroy the sample! It's really not feasible. It's not too difficult to fake a medical certificate.

This is how the "Bashen Temple Medical Examination Plan" works!