"Are you fucking poisoned?"
Wang Ran looked at Zhou Buzhou with fear on his face.
Zhou Buzhou's face was full of confusion.
What's poisoned?
Then he froze.
His entire body was covered in a black, sticky substance that looked like the sediment in a sewer.
Not only similar in appearance, but also in spirit.
"What a jerk!" Wang Ran cursed angrily and quickly turned his head to the car window.
Zhou Buzhou didn't pay attention to Wang Ran's words. His eyes dulled for a moment, and then became completely excited.
Bone-cutting and marrow-washing?
Is this what it means to cleanse the bones and marrow?
So, does this mean that the practice has completely begun?
Zhou Buzhou clenched his fist and tried it.
He felt his body was full of strength, and he felt that he could beat Wang Ran with one punch.
How much stronger have I become now?
Zhou Buzhou was very curious, but after the black smoke disappeared, he could no longer easily determine anything.
And he was still in the car, so there was no chance for him to try it.
Shaking his head, Zhou Buzhou said, "I'll sleep a little longer. Call me when you get there."
Wang Ran didn't say anything.
Zhou Buzhou closed his eyes, but he did not fall asleep completely. Instead, he was looking inward, like a baby, curiously studying the black and white vortex in his body.
About an hour later, Zhou Buzhou felt the car stop.
When I opened my eyes, the gate of Nanjing University was right in front of me.
Under the towering gate, the hustle and bustle of the past was gone, leaving only deathly silence.
"Are you going to wait here?" Wang Ran asked as he opened the car door.
Zhou Buzhou got out of the car directly: "Let's go together. If we encounter danger, I will save you. That will be considered as repaying your life-saving grace before."
Wang Ran got out of the car, looked at the top of Zhou Buzhou's head, and laughed: "With your physique, if you really get into danger, you'll owe me two lives, maybe even three!"
Zhou Buzhou was too lazy to explain.
He is not tall, only 173cm, but this height is already good among southerners, although not as tall as the bastard in front of him who is nearly 1.9 meters tall.
But he has started practicing, okay?
How can we judge power by size?
The two stopped talking.
Wang Ran took out a box from under the driver's seat and took out two large wrenches.
Just when I was about to turn around and give Zhou Buzhou a wrench, Zhou Buzhou had already walked out from the guard post next to the school gate.
Not only did he change his tattered clothes into a blue-black security uniform, but he also carried a Tang sword and three batons in his hands.
A baton is a must-have for security guards.
As for this Tang sword... according to Zhou Buzhou's guess, it might have been bought by a student of Nanjing University and then confiscated by the school.
Zhou Buzhou directly threw two of the batons to Wang Ran, and held the Tang sword himself, looking relieved.
He was a fan of cold weapons, and his four-year college scholarship was basically spent on bows, arrows, and swords.
Unfortunately, those things were taken away by the school in the first semester of his senior year, and the school did not return them to him when he graduated.
Slowly pulled out the Tang sword in his hand.
Looking at the cold blade.
Zhou Buzhou wondered whether he should go to the security office of Nanjing Normal University to see if he could find back the Longquan sword that he had bought for 33,000 yuan a few years ago and which had been confiscated.
Wang Ran took the baton with a look of suspicion on his face.
The car was more than ten meters away from the guardhouse, but in the blink of an eye, the boy had already gone to the guardhouse to change his clothes...
How come this guy moves so fast?
Wang Ran shook his head and put the wrench on his belt, holding a baton in each hand. "My sister's dormitory is on the sixth floor of Building 3 in the East District!"
"Oh, then lead the way. Although I have been to Nanjing University, I have never been to the girls' dormitory..." Zhou Buzhou nodded and put away the knife suddenly.
The sound of the blade colliding with the scabbard made Zhou Buzhou obsessed.
After looking at the Tang sword and baton, Zhou Buzhou threw away the baton directly.
"Hey, bring some weapons just in case!" Wang Ran reminded.
Zhou Buzhou shook his head: "For a natural swordsman like me, a sword is enough. Anything else, even an AWM, is just a burden to me!"
A natural born swordsman?
Is this kid crazy?
And... AWM is a burden?
Alpaca, do you know how much an AWM costs?
Can you afford it?
After complaining a few words in his heart, Wang Ran walked towards the school gate.
Zhou Buzhou, holding the knife in his left hand, quickly followed.
In the past, Nanjing University was ranked number one in southern Xinjiang, and with so many beautiful girls there, the entire campus was packed with people.
However, at this moment, Nanjing University is like a dead place, silent and quiet.
Walking in it, listening to your own footsteps and the echoes of your footsteps, it was very scary.
Wang Ran tightly gripped the two batons, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings, almost suffering from a nervous breakdown.
When he turned around and saw Zhou Buzhou looking relaxed, his face turned even darker.
"Fuck, do you even know what's going on? Everyone might be dead now, and the murderer might still be alive!" Wang Ran couldn't help but yell.
Zhou Buzhou smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't sense any murderous intent, which means I'm safe now."
After saying that, Zhou Buzhou continued to walk forward leisurely.
Having already started practicing and possessing powers beyond those of ordinary people, Zhou Buzhou is now very inflated.
Wang Ran's face was full of black lines.
Still murderous?
You just brought a knife, do you really think you are a martial arts master?
Forget it, I don’t want to bother with this lunatic anymore.
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