At night, I went to the Angels Battle Headquarters, well, it was the principal's office.

"The answer is very good, Yin Wujun. First of all, in order to let you adapt as soon as possible, let you participate in our daily small battles, name of combat, tornado combat." Yuri Nakamura, who turned off the light, put on a beret, cast it on his back, looked majestic, and said seriously.

"Well, this is a big battle." Panasonic, who was holding his chest with his hands, said seriously.

tornado!!!

Yin Wuyuzuru, whose terrifying natural disaster in the world, was frightened by the name of fighting.

"Chang the meal from the student's hands!" Yuri Nakamura clenched his fists and shouted loudly with a high momentum.

"I want to take away that kind of thing!"

"And this is not big at all!"

"Is it a bully!"

"I'm so disappointed!"

"Relying on the large number of people and the powerful weapons, you will do whatever you want!"

Yin Wu Yuzuru couldn't help but roar.

Yin Wuyuzu, who had a little expectation for the world front after death, was inserted into Lei by Yuri Nakamura's words. A feeling of being deceived surged from Yin Wuyuzu's heart.

Yin Wuyuzu's speech was stopped and was stopped by Noda with a long halberd. The blade of the halberd was placed on Yin Wuyuzu's neck. Noda said angrily: "You guy, are you talking to Yuri insultingly. Can you withdraw that sentence?"

While speaking, Noda moved his long halberd around Yinwu Yuzuru's neck. This was a threat and a threat.

"Why!" The anger in his heart made Yin Wuyuzuru ignore the long halberd on his neck. Anyway, he couldn't die, Yin Wuyuzuru questioned loudly.

Feeling that Yin Wuyuzuru had seemed to have misunderstood, Panasonic explained loudly: "We will protect the endangered barnacle front and will never use numbers and force to threaten ordinary students."

Hearing Panasonic's explanation, Yin Wuyuzuru still didn't understand and shouted loudly: "But didn't he say that, did he take it away?"

"That's right. It's just a swept away. Listen, you're a roadblock class that prevents angels from moving forward. You can surround the canteens at the combat location and standby at the designated location. Don't worry, you will arrange a relaxed location for you. Wait for the specific location. Please confirm with Takamatsu and Oyama." Yuri Nakamura gently lit the laptop on the desktop. The screen behind it shows the map of the college canteen, and the locations of each combat member are marked on the map.

"Iwazawa, I look forward to your performance today." Yuri Nakamura said to Asami Iwazawa with a smile.

"Yes." Asami Iwazawa nodded in a calm manner and responded.

"As soon as the angel appears, shoot immediately, which will become a signal to request support. If you hear gunfire sounds elsewhere, you should hurry over immediately. The battle starts at 18:30. The battle begins!"

playground.

[Is it dead? Maybe. It is really a very handsome thing to die with the truth of the true God. Haha, who can drag a true God to die with him when he dies? It seems that I should be able to write it into history books, for the sake of human beings. It is really a great thing to die with the truth that intends to be ill of the human world.]

[I think I am very handsome too. I am obviously not a match for Truth in terms of absolute strength, but I rely on a series of layouts to drag the Truth to die together. It is really handsome.]

[I just feel sorry for Xiaoya and the others. I have not repaid your relationship well, and I have not repaid your love well. I am really sorry for not fulfilling my boyfriend's responsibilities.]

[However, it seems meaningless. A false life, an illusory life, everything is a false life, such a life. It is really sad to think about it now.]

[Although he said something handsomely at that time, although he said he was hard and said he didn't care, and although he temporarily suppressed the loss in his heart by understanding the mind and seeing the nature. However, he was indeed affected by the words of truth. What should he say? Is he worthy of being a true god?]

[However, the truth should be dead, and nothing is meaningless when you say anything.]

[Family affection is fake. I am not Shizuko's mother's child. After all, I am still the murderer who wiped Shizuko's mother's child. Haha, how did I face Shizuko's mother who loves me? I really don't know what to do.]

[Friendship is fake, or in other words, there is no such thing as friendship from the beginning. At least I don’t have any friends who can stand beside me and fight with me. Well, this is a comrade, not a friend, right? Forget it, it’s almost the same. Probably, there is a word friend anyway, right? No friend, otherwise, I wouldn’t be the only one in the face of truth.]

[Love is also fake. To me, Xiaoya and the others are illusory and not real. Then, that relationship is also illusory and not real.]

[I have also used the bonds of the only real main world. Now I have nothing left. It seems that my life is so sad.]

[Bao, Makoto Ito, what are you thinking, is it really broken? Is it really bewitched by the truth? Even if Xiaoya and the others are illusory, they are not real. But have you felt that love and love? The feeling that warms the heart, the feeling of being cared about, the feeling of being moved, and the warm feeling, are all illusions! Makoto Ito, people cannot be so shameless.]

【As a matter of course, death still has an impact, and even my heart becomes unexpectedly strange.】

[Although family affection is gone, friendship is destroyed, and the bonds of the main world disappear, love is still there, and my soul is also real. It seems that my life is not as sad as it is to be desperate.]

[The family affection is gone. The only Shizuko I care about in the Ito family is no longer my mother. So, does the name Ito Makoto still have meaning? It should be gone. So, what should I name myself? Or use the name of Zheng Shuanglong from my previous life.]

[Use the name of the previous life. Although the bonds of the main world have been consumed, my soul is still coming to the main world. My real family and friends are still in the main world. If the bonds are broken, they can be linked again. As long as you have this heart, then...]

[Wait, it's so strange, am I dead? Why can I still think about it? What is the feeling on my chest?]

Finally, Makoto Ito slowly opened his eyes, realizing something was wrong.

The bright mysterious moon, the dark and deep starry sky, the petite and cute girl is gently pushing her body.

"I'm still alive." Zheng Shuanglong said with a little emotion with a girl with beautiful silver hair, charming pupils like yellow gems, delicate facial features, cute face, fair and smooth skin like jade, petite and charming body.

[The body is severely damaged, and it will not be cured without half a year. In this half a year, there will be no major moves. At least many things cannot be used.]

[If the power of mantra, space power, and creation power are completely destroyed and restored, I don’t know how long it will take. Only one Pluto’s judgment is left, and it cannot be used because of physical reasons. Other god-level tricks are also severely damaged by the body. In order not to add burden to this riddled body, I dare not use them at all.]

[Soul perception can be used, and methods below the level of gods can be used, but the use time cannot be too long. If it is used too long, the body will not be able to hold on.]

[Methods below the level of gods. Well, do I have that kind of method? Don’t be funny if you use those alchemy, Yin-Yang, Witchcraft, Magic. It’s better to use those things directly using the martial arts I learned from Sister Lian? How can I say that I am a martial artist in the realm of breaking the void. The power of the fist is definitely greater than the power of those techniques that are completely unproficient.]

[In this way, the combat power fell to the inhuman level, and it was still the inhuman level that could not be used for a long time. Really, what's going on with such a miserable combat power? I hope there are no powerful monsters in this world, otherwise, I can't even hide from using my current body full of holes.]

[By the way, it is a miracle. In that case, he has not died. Moreover, such a body can live. Should I praise the resilience of life, or should I thank my disciple Alisa. Miracle?] Zheng Shuanglong, who opened his eyes, quickly realized the situation of his body, and finally couldn't help but think of it with emotion.

I am not only feeling the miracle that I can live incredible, but also feeling the bad situation I am now.

Now Zheng Shuanglong, as long as a god-level slag comes, he will be destroyed, without even the ability to resist, and without the ability to die. This makes Zheng Shuanglong, who just lost the most powerful true god in the river of fantasy, not sigh at the strangeness of fate and the strangeness of life.

"Well... well, no, you are dead." Hearing Ito Makoto's sigh, the cute and pitiful Li Hua's song half-squatting beside Zheng Shuanglong stood up, shook his head gently, and said calmly.

[Is he another person who cannot accept reality? Or is he another person with a tragic life? Will he also attack me like other people who came here? I hope he can live a happy college life and a happy youth. Finally, leave here with hope and smile.] Li Huazhao, who looks very dull and seems to have no feelings at all, has thought of some expectation.

"So I'm dead. It's so regretful. So sad. Woo... Woo..." Looking at Lihua's rice, who looked like she had no feelings at all, but in fact she didn't know how to express her feelings so that she gave people a cold feeling. Zheng Shuanglong didn't know what she thought, but she just wanted to tease this girl who made her feel pity, so Zheng Shuanglong started crying.

As for whether he dies or not, Zheng Shuanglong himself knows best. He can destroy a true god. Although his combat power has dropped sharply now, if he doesn’t even know whether he is alive or dead, he might as well die.

Looking at Zheng Shuanglong who was crying fakely, Li Huazu, who didn't know what to do, was a little at a loss. Finally, he tilted his head and thought for a while, reached out to gently stroke Zheng Shuanglong's head, and said lightly: "Don't cry, don't cry."

Well, this seems to be the only way Li Huazhao can comfort people, and it was learned from his mother when he was a child.

Well, it seems that Li Hua Zu did not notice that Zheng Shuanglong showed a look of enjoyment on his face when he was touched. It is also true. It can be said that Zheng Shuanglong, who is an old fox, can't even handle a little stupid and cute Li Hua Zu, go and jump into the sea. Living is a waste of resources.

【So cute, so gentle, with a feeling of pity, what to do, I was moved, wu. Xiaoya, Lily, Huina, Sister Lian, Shandora, Pest, Leticia, Lihou, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, it seems that I'm going to make a mistake again.】

[The problem of life and fate are really a problem with no meaning at all. The more you know, the more you discover your ignorance. The more you think, the more you feel that your life is worthless. Sure enough, what do you think so much? Life and fate are just my things, as long as you are happy. Then, the most important thing now is to carry this lovely and heart-wrenching girl home. I decided. I must take it away. I am the devil king, and I killed the true god. The one I like must be mine.]

Feeling the warmth of Lihua's palm, feeling the gentleness in Lihua's heart, Zheng Shuanglong was attracted, and the lolita control attribute exploded. He made up his mind to pack and take Lihua's away.

After the war, Zheng Shuanglong, who had to vent his great vent and fought with the belief of decisive death and truth, now his depression in his heart is very huge.

Don’t look at Zheng Shuanglong, it seems that he has nothing to do. If that feeling of depression is not vented, who knows when Zheng Shuanglong will be destroyed?

Post-war psychological syndrome is a type of "post-traumatic stress disorder", also known as post-traumatic stress syndrome, post-traumatic stress syndrome, post-traumatic mental stress disorder, and major blow sequelae. It refers to the sequelae of disorder in the mental state after a person encounters or fights against major stress. These experiences include life threats, serious physical damage, and physical or mental stress. Sometimes it is called post-traumatic stress response to emphasize that this phenomenon is a reasonable result of experience trauma. Rather than the patient's psychological state, there are problems.

The main symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) include nightmare, major personality changes, emotional separation, numbness (emotional abstinence or alienation), insomnia, escaping things that can trigger traumatic memories, irritability, excessive alertness, amnesia and susceptibility to frightening.

Desire and destruction are the best means to eliminate stress. Destruction is really not suitable for modern cities, and the beauty's delicate body is also the best enjoyment. Most of the soldiers who have just come down from the battlefield will go to bars, disco halls, dance halls and other places to look for prey. Relax it, so that the body and mind can be relaxed, and the pressure in the heart will be vented.

As for Zheng Shuanglong, who fought to the death with Zhenli, almost spent his life in the battle. The pressure in his heart can be imagined. Without the desire for love, Zheng Shuanglong could not accept it. So, a pink love is the best way to eliminate psychological pressure.

Zheng Shuanglong, who enjoyed Li Hua's head touching, smiled and asked Li Hua's song: "Thank you, it's much better. My name is Zheng Shuanglong, where are you."

Seeing Zheng Shuanglong, there seemed to be nothing wrong. Li Huazhe, who was a little proud, said softly: "Student President."

[It's really great that my comforting is effective.] Looking at the smile on Zheng Shuanglong's face, Li Huazu thought with some peace of mind.

Although it is very clumsy, although I don’t know how to express my feelings, and although I don’t know how to deal with interpersonal relationships, Li Hua Zu is very gentle, and the tenderness that emanates from my heart makes Zheng Shuanglong really moved.

"Well...well, I'm not asking about this, it's your name, cute student president, can I be lucky enough to know your name?" Zheng Shuanglong stood up and asked with a smile to the girl in front of him who made him moved.

Once again, Zheng Shuanglong, who has not taken notes that should not have been taken in 16 years, has almost forgotten everything in the main world, and has vaguely remembered the voices and contents of his parents, family and friends, and these sounds and contents are also a bit blurred. As for the favorite anime characters in his previous life, at the critical moment of life and death, who would still care about these things under the pressure of death?

So, until now, Zheng Shuanglong has not recognized Lihua's play, but Lihua's play is Lihua's play. The touching tenderness and pity that make people feel sorry for Zheng Shuanglong, who once loved this anime character, once again fell in love with the pure Lihua's play.

After tilting his head and thinking for a while, Li Hua Zu understood the meaning of Zheng Shuanglong's words, so he said softly: "Li Hua Zu."

[So cute, I want to take it home, but I can't. I have to be patient, I have to be patient, I have to be patient, I will attack girls when I first meet. I don't it seem like I'm too frivolous, I will scare Zuo Jiang in and leave a good impression on the cute Zuo Jiang.]

Looking at the cute Lihua Zu who was tilting his head slightly and thinking, Zheng Shuanglong couldn't help but want to drool.

When I first met, I wanted to take the cute girl home. Can I invite her to somewhere to have tea and never have to come out again? It should be fine.

"Does Lihua play the music? Play a gorgeous music. What a beautiful name, it's as beautiful as the music. Please take care of the cute little zoo Jiang in the future." Zheng Shuanglong, who got the name of Lihua play, immediately began to praise him. Then he smiled and stretched out his hand to Lihua play.

For cute characters, you must win and lose the ball directly. The opponent does not understand the roundabout way, and maybe you will misunderstand it. Therefore, when Zheng Shuanglong treated Li Hua Zu, he simply showed himself expressionlessly in front of Li Hua Zu little by little.

"Please give me some advice." Looking at Zheng Shuanglong stretching out his hand in front of him, Li Hua Zu thought for a moment, then stretched out his white little hand as white as jade and gently held it up.

[So soft.] Zheng Shuanglong, holding Li Huazu's soft and lubricating little hand, felt aroused in his heart.

However, Zheng Shuanglong immediately let go of Li Huazu's little hand politely. He kept holding the girl's hand, but he was very rude. Even if the hand was tempting, it was a very ungraceful behavior. Zheng Shuanglong was a person who talked about etiquette and was treated with demeanor.

"Since you've shaken hands, you're a friend. Zu, where are you going? Can I go together?" Zheng Shuanglong, who let go of Lihua's little hand, asked Lihua with a smile.

"Then." Lihua pointed to the very lively college canteen and said softly.
Chapter completed!