He did not do his best in the English test, and Nan Ke, who had just obtained the Royal Ring, was still unsatisfied. He recalled that he had used the Red Ring to emit 700 degrees of light last night, and he was carrying the cigarette that Chen Tianhao gave him. So he had a sudden idea and planned to test the small fire magic in the men's bathroom to see if he could use the Red Ring as a cigarette lighter.

Holding breath and concentrating, imagining the existence of high calorie such as volcanoes, Nanke, who was hiding in the men's toilet compartment, entered a "working" state.

Listen to Qianxue, concentrating the mind is the basis of many magics. As for holding your breath... the smell in the toilet, if you don’t hold your breath, you can’t concentrate!

Teacher Xieding, who teaches Chinese, often recites poetry excerpts in class. Nan Ke also remembers some of them, but always misremembers and misremembers, such as Su Dongpo's "I talked about a young man, holding a yellow man on the left, and holding a yellow man on the right", and Nan Ke always recites the "left hand yellow, and the right hand cage".

So combined with the Royal Ring he wore on his hands, Nan Ke said: "The left hand is red, the right hand is white, and the barbecue and refrigeration are suitable, and it can also serve as a cigarette lighter..."

"Sher", the red ring on the left hand condensed and formed under the control of Nanke's willpower, and a red light flashed on the surface, instantly lit a cigarette that Nanke had put up.

Nan Ke saw that Hongjie was very obedient to his instructions. Although he was not as good as an arm, he could not help but feel excited when he applied it a little freely. Unfortunately, he really didn't like the smell of smoke, but instead choked by the sudden thick smoke that suddenly came out so hard that he coughed.

"Who is smoking inside?" Qian Baoshan, the director of the teaching director, shouted loudly, "I have said that the school rules are not allowed to smoke! Do you plan to light our school like the second-hand robot in Qingzi Academy?"

Nanke was so scared that he was not afraid of Qian Baoshan, but was worried that his appearance of the Emperor's Ring would be seen.

He calmed down and let the red ring in his left hand disappear without a trace. Then he opened the door of the compartment with a lit cigarette. He saw the serious teacher staring at him.

Before the tall and thin man was waiting for Qian Baoshan, who was wearing glasses, spoke first. Nan Ke said: "Director Qian, you know I don't know how to smoke. I picked this cigarette in the toilet. I don't know who lit it and left it here without paying attention. What if it causes a fire!"

Nanke said, taking out all the cigarettes left in his pocket and handing them all to Qian Baoshan's hands.

"Director Qian, look, he didn't drop a cigarette, but left a whole pack of cigarettes here! It would be useless if I can't smoke and ask for this. I was about to hand it over to the school for confiscation, but I happened to meet you! It really saved me a lot of trouble!"

Qian Baoshan's narrow eyes narrowed behind the lens. He looked at the cigarette sign, then put the cigarette in his pocket, nodded and smiled, "Okay, okay, Nanke, you are a good student who abides by the law, and you can teach me! Since you understand the rules so well, I will not punish you for skipping classes in the first class in the afternoon."

Nan Ke rolled his eyes when Qian Baoshan couldn't see it and said to himself: The director of Dongshan No. 1 Middle School is harsh and weak. Not only is it very easy to buy, but he is also inappropriate and does everything that students don't do. It is said that the obscene books he confiscated from male students were used by him to build a secret library, and he also appreciated them with the "HHH Friends Association" members composed of strange uncles!

After getting the director with a pack of cigarettes, Nanke tried his best to restrain his curiosity and did not have the ability to experiment with the red and white double rings again.

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Two more showers fell in the evening that day, which made the road slippery and sparse pedestrians, and the temperature was quite pleasant. At around 9 o'clock in the evening, Sima Ling walked to the ice cream warehouse where Nanke was located, and was in a bad mood.

Her father is a famous overseas sculptor, and her mother is a celebrity in the French painting industry. The two of them are casual and have a strong personality. Over the years, they have gotten married five times and divorced five times.

Sima Ling felt that she was the key to getting her parents married for the sixth time, so she went to the airport after school today and met her mother who had finally passed by China.

Unexpectedly, her mother not only did not ask about her father at all, but also criticized Sima Ling's outfit, saying that her dark blue dress and silver nail-buttoned high heels did not match her, and her personality that liked dark colors was obviously inherited from your bastard dad.

When we met last time, the school uniform dress Sima Ling wore was criticized by her mother. This time she changed her image, but she still couldn't satisfy her mother.

"Are you happy to let me wear your low-cut and backless skirt? Mom, do you know that your yellow dress makes you look like a sugar pineapple!"

Sima Ling walked on the road angrily, and before he knew it, he walked onto the overpass crossing when he passed an intersection.

At this time, there are very few vehicles on the road, so it will be more labor-saving if you pass through the crosswalk not far below the overpass. However, since Sima Ling usually likes to cross the overpass, there is no reason to look back now.

She walked alone on the empty overpass, looking boredly at the street scene and traffic light signals under the bridge, and her mood slowly relaxed. A fat man was about to cross the road under the overpass when he saw his clothes. Sima Ling suddenly understood why her mother hated the bad dress.

The man was wearing a fat suit with yellow bottom and green stripes, with a black bottom and white spots. He pretended to be a pair of sunglasses, and his hair was combed into a big back like Chow Yun-fat. I don’t know how much hair spray was used, and it was as oily as fly paper.

"This fat man's taste is really bad!" Sima Ling thought to himself, wishing to scold him in person like his mother scolded him.

Halfway through the crosswalk, the fat man's cell phone suddenly rang out loud. The ringtone was like a huge street, "I'm looking up~~~ above the moon~~~~" and he actually stopped in the middle of the road and called.

"Hey? Looking for me? What? You are new! You can call the name Gu Kangming? Who doesn't call me Teacher Gu in and outside Taiwan? Master asked you to find me? Then let him call himself!"

"Why is this sound a bit familiar? I also seem to have heard of the name Gu Kangming somewhere..." Sima Ling stopped on the overpass in confusion, held the guardrail and looked down at the bridge. The signal light at the intersection had turned into a red light at this time, but the fat man was still standing in the middle of the road, without any intention of changing places to answer the phone.

The intersection where the light was originally poorly lit suddenly was illuminated by two headlights, and a silver-gray east wind Honda appeared on the driving lane. Since there were few pedestrians after the rain and there were no traffic police nearby, it drove as fast as it could, and I wanted to break free from the attraction of the earth.

It is estimated that the Honda driver never expected that someone would stand in the middle of the road at a red light to answer the phone. So when he found out that the fat man hurriedly stepped on the brakes, even though the four tires were "squeaking" and rubbing the road very hard, the speed was still enough to turn the fat man into a fat man.

"Hey! If you don't want to die, please avoid it!" Sima Ling couldn't help but warn loudly, thinking that even if he was ugly and could not match clothes, he would never die, right?

To everyone's expectations, compared to the Honda car that was about to kill him, the fat man was more interested in someone who spoke out on the overpass. While closing his phone and putting it back in his pocket, he looked up at the overpass. His big and unsightly bull eyes met Sima Ling's eyes through his sunglasses, and suddenly made Sima Ling feel an indescribable chill all over his body.

Then, the fat man waved his left hand down heavily, and the space was immediately filled with the sound of steel deformation, as if an invisible huge rock hit the roof of the Honda car, causing it to suddenly fall into the asphalt road. The huge impact caused the Honda car's engine to be turned off in an instant, and the shattered headlights and anti-collision plates turned into flying parts.

The huge force refused to give up. The car body and the axle made a "creaking" sound under its pressure. They were trapped in the driver's seat. The driver, who could not see clearly, struggled desperately for help, but his dull and fearful voice gradually could not be heard. Red liquid flowed out of the twisted windows. The entire car body completely fell below the road, leaving only a shocking pit on the road.

During the whole process, the fat man's left hand was always hanging straight beside his body, and his muscles were tense as if they were exerting force, as if this unexplainable scene was entirely caused by his clenched left fist. On his little finger of his left hand, a pitch-black ring reflected the lights at the corner of the street, and it was indescribably gloomy and cold.

Sima Ling fought a cold war. She realized that someone was dead, and someone died in front of her. The person who died was not the fat man who was standing in the middle of the road and was originally doomed. She was involved in a supernatural case that could not be explained by science. As the only witness, her own life is likely to be threatened!

Thinking of this, Sima Ling turned around and ran away, trying to escape from the fat man's sight through the night. She finally remembered where she had heard the name Gu Kangming.

There was once a radio program in Dongshan City called "Kangming City Pass". Many listeners called the hotline to ask the host Gu Kangming to recommend places to visit and restaurants. The listening rate on buses and taxis was not bad, but Gu Kangming recently received complaints from a lot of listeners, and finally changed the program to "Xiaofan City Pass".

Sima Ling didn't care who should host this show. She just suddenly thought: Not long after Gu Kangming left this show, bizarre murders occurred in Dongshan City one after another - those victims who were pressed into the road, aren't the situation exactly the same as today's Honda cars?

"It's not very wise to crush this car, Lord Falcon." A young man appeared behind Gu Kangming, his whole body covered in shadows, like a ghost or a god of death, showing strong self-control and a bit of melancholy from his voice.

"I don't care whether it's wise or not. I'll do whatever I'm happy!" Gu Kangming spitted at the wreckage of the Honda car, took out a cigar and lit it for himself, and said impatiently, "I saw what happened just now. It's a woman with dyed hair. Go and kill her! I'm smoking a cigarette here."

"Is this necessary, sir?" The man in the shadow seemed to frown.

"When I killed those five people, you said it was unnecessary!" Gu Kangming yelled, "If I hadn't awakened you, you would still be put in that unknown envelope! Do you dare to teach me a lesson as your master? I will kill anyone I want! Now you can kill one for me with your own hands!"

After taking a sip of the spicy cigar, Gu Kangming continued: "I will give you a first-level authorization. Huang Ye, 10% of the magic is enough for you to kill that woman. I will use the remaining power to protect my own safety. By the way, I can't leave any evidence this time. After killing her, you will come to the dock construction site in the Huxin District to find me. I will watch you sink her body into the mud at the bottom of the lake with your own eyes."

Seeing that Huang Ye still had no movement, Gu Kangming tightly pinched the black ring on his middle finger and threatened: "You might as well go! I have designated a target for you to eliminate. Do you dare to disobey the laws and regulations of the Emperor?"
Chapter completed!