Demon Lord 3

I asked him what he looked like when he was in school. He thought for a long time but couldn't remember. He said he'd probably looked like a boy with yellow hair back then, just a little more immature, but he hasn't changed much now. Actually, the yellow hair he mentioned wasn't dyed yellow, but rather that he looked immature back then. I asked him what year and class he was in. He said he was planning to tamper with the teachers' memories, making them think he was a student. I asked if he could do it, and he nodded, saying it was relatively easy. Looking at his piercing eyes, I felt he could pull it off, so I didn't bother him anymore, letting him cast the spell on his own. After a while, he said everything was arranged and asked us to go in with him. I asked if we could go in. He nodded and said this was his territory now, and the teachers' impression of him was just that of an ordinary classmate. I asked about the memories of those classmates. He said he had almost erased them, and that some of his memories had been re-recorded. Suddenly, I realized his understanding of this world was far greater than ours. I asked him if it was because he was the master of this world? He said that in addition to this reason, it might be the absolute strength. We can actually modify it, but we didn’t think it was necessary. We nodded, and each of us changed into a school uniform here and walked into the school. The sizes were similar to ours. After all, these school uniforms are almost all one-size-fits-all, and everyone wears the same. Taller people wear fatter clothes, just like fatter people wear larger clothes. After changing clothes, we walked into the classroom, and everyone greeted us enthusiastically. This time, the character design was pretty good. Although we were also the kind of transparent existence and did not have any positions in the class, we were still able to talk to each other in terms of personnel. Lin Zhenfei walked in and asked a classmate next to him if he knew his name? That classmate was also very surprised and said, "If you are not called Lin Xiaofei, what else can you be called? What else can you be called?" Lin Zhenfei said, "Oh, it's okay, Zhang Qiang, I just want to change my name. I don't know which other name sounds good. Wouldn't it be more majestic to call it something else?" The boy named Zhang Qiang also expressed helplessness and asked what name would sound more majestic. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Lin Zhenfei is a majestic name. Do you dare to call it that? If you don't dare, don't change it randomly. Lin Xiaofei is not bad either!" Lin Zhenfei said, "Brother, I know you and I have a good relationship. How about this, if I dare to call it this name, you can make a bet with me?" That The man was also shocked, and quickly waved his hands, saying that he dared not to gamble anything, and asked him not to humiliate himself. Suddenly I found that the relationship between the two of them must be really good, otherwise that person would not have tried to persuade him. I smiled slightly when I thought of this, and wanted to hear curiously what that person wanted to bet. That person also scratched his head, and finally came up with a reason and said: "Okay, I know what I want to bet with you, Xiaofei, if you don't dare, then you treat me to a drink, if you dare, I treat you to a drink." Lin Zhenfei was speechless and said that he couldn't afford it. Zhang Qiang also said generously that he had saved pocket money for several months, so he could still afford it! Lin Zhenfei also smiled slightly, indicating that he would remember this good brother. I knew that he would probably have a good drink with this person in the future. The expression of this person would be completely different from today. This time he looked at him as if he were a fool, but in the future he would look at himself as if he were a fool. Sometimes when you are young, you will be outspoken, and sometimes when you are young, you will be unruly. Because Zhang Qiang has yellow hair, Mu Chen's face was full of contempt. I asked him why he looked at him like that, and he said, "That kind of little yellow hair is really not good. If it weren't for this little yellow hair, my little girl wouldn't become like that. But don't worry, I don't mean that. This brother is still a good person, it's just that I can't stand that head shape." I nodded and said nothing, knowing that he must not be able to get over this hurdle in his heart. There is no way. This is a lifelong pain. If it weren't for that little yellow hair, he wouldn't stare at his little girl every day like this, worried that something would happen to his little girl. But in fact, I still have to thank that little yellow hair in many ways. If it weren't for that little yellow hair, the two of them would not have been able to be together so quickly.