Wu Zhangkong glanced down at his shoulder, then at the unconscious Zhong Shenxiu in his arms, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Nine years old.
Second Ring.
Hurt him Six-Ring Soul Emperor.
Although he didn't attack with all his strength, although he kept suppressing his strength, even though the last shot was so weak that it could be ignored--
But if it's hurt, it's hurt.
This kid really hurt him.
Wu Zhangkong walked in silence.
The night breeze blew through the corridor, bringing a bit of coolness. The child in his arms was still frighteningly hot, but the temperature was slowly dropping.
Burning Heaven Holy Flame will not dissipate, but will only lie dormant in Zhong Shenxiu's body, recovering his injuries and calcining his body.
Wu Zhangkong glanced at him.
Zhong Shenxiu, who was in a coma, no longer had those burning vertical pupils, no longer had the fearless madness, and finally looked like a nine-year-old child.
But that's just a look.
Wu Zhangkong knows that this child is different from ordinary children.
He shook his head and continued walking forward.
At the end of the corridor is his teachers' dormitory.
He opened the door and walked in with Zhong Shenxiu in his arms.
The dormitory is not big, with one room and one living room, and the layout is simple. There is only a sofa, a coffee table, and a row of bookshelves in the living room. The bookshelves are filled with various Soul Tool theories and Tang Sect Secret Arts classics.
Wu Zhangkong puts Zhong Shenxiu on the bed.
The child was still unconscious, and the dragon scales on his body had slowly faded away, revealing the pale skin underneath. The wounds were still bleeding, staining his clothes and the cushions of the sofa red.
Wu Zhangkong glanced at him, turned and walked into the bedroom, taking out a first aid kit.
He walked back to the sofa and sat down next to Zhong Shenxiu.
Open the first aid kit and take out disinfectant, hemostatic powder, and bandages.
Then he began to treat Zhong Shenxiu's wounds.
Those wounds were many and deep.
Some were scratched by the sword light, some were pierced by ice crystals, and some were caused by impacts. The most serious one was the one on the chest, which was left by Frost Scar. The dragon scales were cut open, the skin and flesh were rolled, and the bones underneath could be vaguely seen.
Wu Zhangkong's movements are very light.
He first cleaned the wound with disinfectant, then sprinkled it with hemostatic powder, and finally wrapped it with a bandage.
One wound, two wounds, three wounds--
He handled it very carefully and seriously.
It's like treating your own child.
After treating the last wound, Wu Zhangkong put away the first aid kit and looked at Zhong Shenxiu on the bed.
The child was still unconscious, but his brows had relaxed a bit and his breathing had become much calmer. The bandaged wounds no longer oozed blood, and a trace of blood had returned to his pale face.
The next morning, when Zhong Shenxiu woke up, he found himself lying in a strange place.
He sat up and the quilt slipped off.
He lowered his head and glanced at the bandaged wounds on his body, and then looked at his surroundings.
Outside the door, living room, sofa, coffee table, bookshelf.
There is also a man standing in front of the window.
Wu Zhangkong turned around and looked at him.
Eyes facing each other.
"Teacher Wu."
Zhong Shenxiu was confused for a while, and then spoke.
"Well, I woke up."
Wu Zhangkong looked at Zhong Shenxiu, a rare softness flashed in his eyes.
In Wu Zhangkong's teaching career, from the moment he took Zhong Shenxiu from the solitary room three months ago, there were only two types of students left in his eyes: Zhong Shenxiu and others.
Zhong Shenxiu stood up.
This simple action made the bandaged wounds on his body feel stinging at the same time. But he only moved his brows slightly and showed no expression at all.
He raised his arms and stretched his body.
There was a crackling sound in the spine, which was the sound of the bones returning to their position.
After a night's sleep, Indestructible Dragon Body's self-healing ability has caused most of the wounds to begin to heal, and the new skin and flesh are slightly itchy, which is the trace of Burning Heaven Holy Flame dormant in the body, warming and nourishing the body.
He moved his shoulder blades, turned around and walked out of the room.
In the living room, the morning light slanted in through the window and fell on Wu Zhangkong. The white clothes had been changed and were still spotless white, as if the traces of the fight last night had never existed. Only the slightly raised bandage on his right shoulder still exposed the wound pierced by the gun light.
Zhong Shenxiu walked to the center of the living room and stopped.
"Teacher Wu, thank you."
His voice was still low, with a hint of hoarseness typical of waking up in the morning. His light golden vertical pupils looked at Wu Zhangkong, and the pupils shrank slightly - this was his habitual action when he was concentrating.
Wu Zhangkong shook his head.
"This is what a teacher should do."
His tone was very calm, as cold as ever. But there was a rare softness in his eyes.
After a pause, he continued, "Next time, you don't have to work so hard."
Zhong Shenxiu looked at him.
Look into his eyes.
Look at the gentle look in those eyes.
That look made Zhong Shenxiu a little uncomfortable.
That gentleness, that concern, that--
He didn't know how to describe it.
All he knew was that he wasn't used to it.
So he turned his head and looked out the window.
The pair of light golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, contracted into two thin lines, and then slowly relaxed. His Adam's apple moved, and then he spoke:
"I'm leaving now. See you in class."
After the words fell, he turned and walked towards the door.
Wu Zhangkong didn't speak, just looked at his back, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
This kid really doesn't know how to speak well.
But he knew that "thank you" was already the child's limit.
The door opened and closed again.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Wu Zhangkong stood in front of the window, watching the little figure walk out of the dormitory building and disappear into the morning light.
Zhong Shenxiu returned to his dormitory.
After entering Class Zero, the four-person dormitory that was originally required to live has been converted into a single dormitory. It is not big, but it is enough for one person to live in. The room is simply decorated, with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a few changes of clothes hanging on the wall. There is a pot of green plants on the windowsill, which are distributed by the college and are said to purify the air.
He closed the door, walked to the bed, and began to take off his clothes.
The movement was slow because the bandages were so tight.
He untied the bandages layer by layer, revealing the skin underneath. The wounds had scabbed over, and the new skin showed a light pink color. The most serious chest wound had mostly healed, leaving only a slender scar.
Burning Heaven Holy Flame's recovery ability is stronger than he imagined.
He looked at the scars without any fluctuation in his eyes.
He just silently summoned Sky Light Dragon Spear and started firing straight shots one after another.
Time keeps passing by, one day, two days, three days and four days.
Class Zero's life is more monotonous and regular than Zhong Shenxiu imagined.
Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrates the gap in the curtains, he will open his eyes on time. Those light golden vertical pupils light up in the darkness, like two burning phosphorus fires, and then quickly return to calm.
Get up.
Wash.
Put on the black training clothes that were washed white.
Then go to the balcony and check the energy absorption of Soul Guidance Energy Conversion Storage Device.