There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 90. The eighth dragon scale (ten)

The eighth dragon scale (ten)

Linglong has really lived in the world for a long time. If you count it strictly, excluding the days when she slept in the barren sea, only when she was awake, it was far less than the long time she stayed in the world. But no matter when, no matter what kind of person Linglong meets, she can't have a sense of belonging to the world. She can't love the world like a god, but for the world, it is God who loves them, and those who harm them are demons and heretics.

Humans are so cruel, so that Linglong can't have a good impression of them, and humans are so gentle, so Linglong can't help but want to get close - but more often, pure and upright souls are hard to find, Because of this, she always doesn't understand why some people do something wrong, but they can quickly put down their guilt and feel at ease? Of course, she never pretended to be a messenger of justice, and a lot of lives died at her hands when she spoke her conscience. Higher wisdom brings not only growth and development, but also countless tears and regrets.

Wang Chongfei died. It was very cold that day. His head was stuck in the big bowl for washing vegetables. When he was found, his blood turned to ice. It was a very tragic scene, and people turned their faces away and couldn't bear to look closely. But some people said: This person raped several female students when he was a teacher, this is retribution!

No, this is not retribution.

Retribution won't come so quickly. Many times people suffer for no reason in their life, and they can't make your next life better. This life is so riddled with holes, will I go to the next life. People who live well are reluctant to die. They can do many things in order to survive.

But Wang Chongfei is obviously not among these people. He is just a stern but gentle teacher. After the school handed over the Z class to him, he tried every means to make these terminally ill students heal. This unwarranted disaster turned him into a scumbag teacher that everyone shouted and beaten. He made his wife leave with his son, and his family was destroyed. No matter where he went, he was pointed at him. It was because there was no evidence that he was finally released, but that respected teacher Wang would never come back, and it didn't matter if there was no evidence.

There are also rumors.

There are also the heart-wrenching words uttered from the mouths of innocent people. Every word and every sentence is a heavy burden that crushes Teacher Wang's spine. Some of them had never known him, but that didn't stop them from chatting, nor did they stop gossip and murder.

Everyone is a murderer, the murderer who put his head in that big cold basin, stained the blood red with transparent water, and finally died in such a ridiculous and comical way.

But ah, the law won't give him justice, and people won't remember him after watching his death. Maybe some people will have some small, small guilt, but that guilt is like accidentally sneezing when you wake up one morning. The moment you finish the sneeze, you worry about whether you will catch a cold, and you step on your slippers and throw it away . As for the three female students, maybe in the future, when they grow up, they will remember this past incident, but they will soon laugh it off, they are young and frivolous, we were not grown up at that time, we were not sensible!

Won't be remembered.

His wife will never forgive him, his children are ashamed to have a father like him, and he also let the white-haired parents send black-haired people, such unwillingness, such pain, even if the soul is pure, Linglong tastes bitter.

But it doesn't matter, she can do a lot for her ingredients.

The school was on leave for seven days, and three girls did not come back after school started. Linglong stood on the podium and looked down at this group of children with immature faces. They were not murderers, they were mouths and ears. According to legend, the accomplice of the murderer who did not report the knowledge and shielded the murderer.

"I won't continue teaching you tomorrow," Linglong told them. "But what I want you to remember is that everything you have done that has made you regret, upset, guilt, and fear will be tenfolded upon you in the future. Anyone who hits a stray cat with a bicycle, takes off the woman. Children's skirts, people who slapped dozens of people in the face, and people who pushed over old people... These are the gifts I gave you on behalf of Teacher Wang, and I think your long or short life will be colorful."

This is the last time the students of Class Z see that beautiful and evil head teacher. When she was there, they were afraid of her so they were obedient, but when she left, who else could control them? Isn't the school still their world? There are no snakes on their bodies, and they won't be threatened by people strangling their necks. What else should they be afraid of? They are still young, with countless things waiting to be done, who would remember something as ridiculous as a teacher once said?

What about scaring people?

But they will gradually understand that it is not alarmist. The world has a cycle of cause and effect. Linglong doesn't care about it. What she has imposed on these students is not insoluble. When she left this world, they sincerely repented their whole lives to do good deeds to resolve them, and the catastrophe would not occur. But don't make trouble, where will anyone regret it? Even if Linglong mentioned Teacher Wang before she left, they all forgot about it.

Mr. Wang is the former head teacher. I don't know what's going on now. They haven't done anything. It has nothing to do with them.

Forgot.

A casually said, well-crafted rumor. Because once the words are spoken, they are like the wind and the sand.

Mr. Wang met Linglong, and many people never met her in their entire lives.

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Linglong, who left the school, didn't pack anything. She left a place and would not take anything other than gold and silver treasures. But Tang Tongfu chased after him. He ran too fast and was out of breath: "Old, teacher!"

"It's enough to say the old words once." She is still a young and beautiful dragon.

"Thank you!"

Linglong smiled: "No need to thank you, you also paid the price, we have a relationship of money and money." Although she felt like she was doing charity.

"Teacher!"

Linglong, who had already turned away, was stopped again, she was a little impatient: "Are you looking for a beating?"

"No, no." Tang Tongfu scratched his head. "I want to say that sometimes I always feel empty in my heart. What's going on? Is it a sequelae? It feels like something is missing, but I don't know."

Linglong turned her head and smiled at him: "Why do you ask so much? As long as you become as bright as the sun in the sky, you can fill that void." What a wonderful idol who never falls in love and never gets married. , she would be happy if she was a fan.

Tang Tongfu stood dumbfounded. Now he has left Class Z and moved to another class. In fact, he still has a lot of things he wants to ask the teacher, but he always feels that he has to go a little further. It's like spending 30 cents but wanting 300,000 after-sales service.

And the teacher doesn't look like a big sister, beautiful and cool.

Linglong passed the bridge, and now she knows what kind of story there is. During her absence in the barren sea, new food must have come.

Ah... I really want to go back quickly and eat a little more, this world still loses a lot.

In the future, she will hang a pennant at the Guixu Dragon Palace with five characters, "Charity Gourmet".

After walking across the bridge and after a while, Linglong found the hospital. Three very familiar girls were lying on three beds in the same ward. But without the smoky makeup and false eyelashes in the miniskirts and the domineering expression of Zhong Er, Linglong would not be able to recognize them.

In fact, Linglong didn't remember the names of the three girls until now. She called them the toilet dinner group in her heart. The name was posted on the hospital bed. She didn't bother to look at it, and she sat down on the nursing chair with a hook on her lips: "How do you feel?"

Framed the teacher and said that he was raped by the teacher, and used public opinion to successfully force the teacher to kill the other person indirectly. He really suffered a terrible thing. After experiencing inhuman torture, the police was not accepted, and it was completely unresolved. How does it feel to be fair?

This is not what she did, maybe this is the "retribution" that humans always talk about? She just did a little thing to remove the trauma of the three girls, so that modern medicine cannot verify it, and naturally there is no evidence. Of course, in return, whether it was the traffickers or the group of people they met, she would eat their souls and replace them with puppets who would no longer do evil.

Although the girls lying on the hospital bed were not injured, the pain would not go away. Linglong decided to take away the title of charity. She raised her legs and the old **** was there, "Look, I said, human beings Humans will only know what pain is after they have experienced the same thing.”

After appreciating this scene, she stood up and waved goodbye: "It's a prophecy, are you happy?"

The girls burst into tears, smiled and smiled, without any pity, she would not like to experience such a thing and still exude a black soul, just like the traffickers she had eaten before, ups and downs It has all kinds of flavors, it's not really delicious. But what if you don't devour it directly? Even if you hide it for a year and a half, you can't turn black into white, ugly into beauty?

Forget it, I can eat it anyway, no matter how much.

I really envy people who don't have to go hungry, or those who have something to eat right away when they are hungry. They don't have to worry about food and clothing. They are not as pitiful as she is. Yes, all the junk stuffed in my stomach, I feel like a fool. What's even more irritating is that sometimes the effort is not proportional to the gain. Why did she become a philanthropist?

Linglong got angry on the bridge and jumped into the river. As long as there is water, she can return to the barren sea without wasting any effort.

That's her home.