I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

The principal's office of the psychic academy.

The principal couldn't hide his shock: "What did you say? She followed our school's official website account!?"

He just received the news that Yan Jiu had canceled the customs.

It didn't take long to show a satisfied smile.

Then I learned that Yan Jiu changed hands and followed them.

The headmaster's face was contorted, he wanted to rush to Yan Jiu and ask her if she was crazy.

Could it be possible to destroy the entire psychic academy?

Who does she think she is! ?

at first.

When they learned about Yan Jiu's deeds, they didn't believe Yan Jiu and the official explanation of Country Z at all. Those people who got lost must have had an accident because of Yan Jiu's attention.

Even if they are Rosicrucians, they don't have the ability to see through the life and death of others, and pay attention to one and kill the other.Otherwise, the whole world will be in their pocket.

Yan Jiu, this person is truly evil!
The instructor shrank his neck and said anxiously: "What should we do now?"

The principal quickly calmed himself down, he secretly speculated about Yan Jiu's behavior style.

Whether in country Z or country M, Yan Jiu has never paid attention to a "group".

This time I will pay attention to the school. It is nothing more than that they are pressing every step of the way and pushing people into a hurry.

It may not really be on the other party's blacklist.

The headmaster rolled his eyes: "According to the old saying of Z country, the tall people often don't like money. Take some good things from the inventory and give them to people."

He emphasizes the words "good stuff."

If they had known that Yan Jiu would pay attention to them, they should have shown kindness from the beginning instead of persecuting them.

Things have come to this point.

True detente is impossible.

The "gift" he gave, no matter whether the other party accepts it or not, as long as he touches it, he will fall into his trap.

He wanted Yan Jiu to know that there was a price to be paid for provoking the psychic academy.

·
On the way to give gifts to the School of Psychics, some members of the Special Bureau were welcomed to the hotel where Yan Jiu was staying.

Wei Feng reported to Lang Zongyi: "Investigating the recent movements of the psychic academy, most of the capital of country M has their footprints, except for this renovated playground."

Since the establishment of the special bureau of country M.

Been investigating the psychic academy.

When they learned that the old base camp of the Rose Cross was in the Great Rift Valley, most of the branch bureau turned their attention to eradicating "crime".

So that there is not enough manpower.

Let the psychic academy be arrogant for a few days.

When they turned their attention to the Seminary, maybe the group of Rosicrucian minions hid their tails, resulting in no evidence that the sub-bureau wanted to do something.

It was too late for the agencies and units of country M to expel them, let alone negotiate with the other party.

The other members of the branch said one after another.

"These guys seem to be afraid of something."

"We also tried to get close, but all failed halfway, either the equipment failed or the person fell into a coma on the spot."

"The psychic academy needs to be checked, the amusement park needs to be checked, and the new lair of the Rose Cross must also be checked."

Everyone said one sentence.

Lang Zongyi had a peaceful breath throughout the whole process, and the chaotic environment surrounded him, which could not shake his calmness.

Ma Weiwei quietly raised his hand at this moment, and asked curiously, "What kind of big shot can there be in an amusement park?"

Wei Feng rolled his eyes: "Good question, don't ask next time."

Ma Weiwei: "..."

She pursed her lips and looked at Yan Jiu.

I want to find seniors to relieve my depressed mood.

just found out.

Her senior was fishing!
Yan Jiu didn't want to get involved in the offline meeting, so he put on the wireless earphones openly.

at this time.

Her videos have been swiping for a while.

When Ma Weiwei looked at Yan Jiu, Yan Jiu found a person whose ID was "Skateboard Clown".

Yan Jiu's eyelids twitched.

as predicted.

The system panel appeared: [Ding!

Detection object: skateboard clown,

Remarks: Accurate customers,
Mortality: 100%,
Time of death: After the 92nd dangerous roller skating.

It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

System: [Hey, precise customer? 】

Yan Jiu watched the thrilling and exciting video.

The people in the video are gliding high in the air.

The sloping roof could not stop the "Skateboard Clown" from playing skateboarding, and even became a stage for him to show off his skills.

Photographed by his companions.

The "Skateboard Clown" performed various difficult skating skills, and what was even more exaggerated was his clown attire.

The funny shape and cool skills successfully laid the foundation for the explosion of "Skateboard Clown".

The oil paint depicts a smiling face, and the colorful clothes make him look ridiculous.

What made the netizens laugh was that he fell "intentionally". It was seen that the person in the video first slipped onto the water-splashed ground, tripped over the skateboard, and then landed face first.

["Egg" said it doesn't matter. 】

[This is the first time I saw a side face turned over. 】

【His funny face is the essence of this passage. 】

[Temperament is well handled. 】

【Hhhh you want to laugh at me so you can inherit my 30 followers? 】

[This smile, ten years of merit is gone. 】

[cruel! 】

[I think of the first time I fell on my back when I was on a skateboard. 】

[Oh my God, I can't tell he's acting at all. 】

【Acting online, clown~】

[It is completely impossible to see that it was an intentional fall. 】

Netizens praised it.

until the end of the video.

Yan Jiu kept her eyes on the "Skateboard Clown" the whole time, and she did not ignore the pain in his eyes during the performance.

That kind of suffering is forced and helpless.

Like the clown himself.

Who would want to play a clown to make fun of when they could play themselves?

Yan Jiu pursed her lips to remind her and clicked Follow.

[Walk slowly, don't send funerals to remind you that those who offend others will eventually be rewarded with evil. 】

[Zhuo!Isn't this Lord Jiu? 】

[It's rare to see such a gentle reminder. 】

【You take this as tenderness? 】

[The funeral service is too good, let's have a VIP. 】

【It won't happen again! ? 】

However, Hughes, the "skateboard clown" in the video, cannot see these comments.

After shooting.

Hughes curled up in pain in a corner of the roof.

His companion came over and habitually kicked him several times: "Okay, stop pretending. Look, we gained another [-] fans, and this is all thanks to my plan."

Hughes looked up.

A figure is reflected in the dark pupils.

The companion in front of him is a "close friend" of Hughes, and outsiders only know that he has made a cross-level friend.

Actually.

This friend of Hughes bullied him since he was a child, and even today, Hughes, who is powerless and powerless, has not gotten rid of him.

What are you talking about shooting videos to help earn traffic.

Hughes suffers all the hardships, Hughes plays all the ugliness, and all the good things belong to Hughes' companions.

Hughes' companion patted Hughes' face: "You know, I don't care about this little money, but I don't want to give it to you. A clown has to look like a clown."

Hughes watched numbly as the man turned around.

His heart was full of disappointment.

Hatred and unwillingness rolled endlessly.

Hughes stood up with his head down, timidly and cowardly: "Why me, why only bully me."

His companion stopped his feet as if he had heard a big joke, and turned around to watch him dig his ears.

"what?"

The tone of Hughes' companion revealed a hint of doubt, as if he didn't expect Hughes to say such ridiculous things.

Crows circled overhead.

The sun fell on Hughes' slightly sickly painted face, and his thin bones could be vaguely seen.

Hughes looked up slowly.

A mass of red mist invisible to the naked eye emerged from his body and turned into roses before dissipating.

Not wanting to hear the answer, he walked towards the person dully. When he was about to approach his companion, Hughes swooped over, hugged his friend's waist and broke through the protection of the roof.

at last.

Hughes blew the horn of charge against fate.

His friend used bullying to support a demon, and the final result was that the perpetrator and the victim entered the reciprocal of the hourglass of life together.

The wind blew by my ears.

Two heavy landing sounds.

Didn't bother with the playground not far away.

The clown ended with a smile.

however.

Hughes' wandering soul stepped into the playground, as if he belonged to this paradise...