I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

The little girl was dressed in rags, covered in dirt, covered with ravines and stains, and smelled like a beggar who had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

Compared with other well-dressed, clean and hygienic people, in order to make a good impression on the Maoyang Spiritual School, this dirty little girl with a filthy smell can be said to be "stand out from the crowd".

The little girl seemed to have been hungry for a long time, her footsteps were unusually slow, and her thin body shook slightly, making one worry that a gust of wind might tear her off.

Even so, she persisted in walking in front of the Qingshan family.

"Hello, grandpa!"

The little girl was very polite and bowed to the old man with great respect.

"Hey... let's go see him."

After all, a child who knows how to be polite will still be pleasing to the eye in the end.

"yes."

The little girl was very weak, she took a few breaths after saying a few words, and then held down the instrument with her dirty little hands.

Tick ​​tick tick!!!.

After a while, the instrument issued a beep, and the numbers on it began to jump crazily, and finally stopped at the top of the number "6".

"Uh-huh?

The representative of the Qingshan Clan with drooping eyelids seemed to be dozing off, a beautiful ray of light bloomed in his turbid eyes: "It turned out to be......-Sixth Stage Reiki!"

Everyone was stunned!

They have been waiting since the day before, and this is the first time they have seen such a powerful response from this instrument

I am sure that anyone who is not a fool understands what this means.

This girl is different! She definitely is.

She definitely is.

Qing Shan who had been sitting for a long time stood up slowly, stroking his beard with a gentle expression, and said with a relieved smile: "Not bad, not bad, I finally found a good sapling, now I don't have to endure the ridicule of other old guys when I go back. ."

This time, four reception points were set up at the four gates in the southeast, northwest, and he was the examiner in charge of the exam at the east gate.

After a whole day, only less than a hundred people were recruited, and they were all "tenth-level spiritual pressure", so he was already desperate, and was going to be ridiculed by other old men when he went back.

But, what a surprise!

At the end, God gave him a surprise!

Originally rated at level 6 Reiatsu, barring accidents, he will almost certainly become a Captain level Death God in the future!

"This is impossible!"

The black man was very angry and thought he had been discriminated against, so he roared. "You discriminate, why am I not qualified, and this damn bastard can pass? Damn old guy, are you sneaking around in the background?"

"What's your name, boy?"

Aoyama completely ignored the nervous black man and continued to question the little girl.

The little girl raised her head and said in a hoarse voice, "My name is Chen."

At this moment, Aoyama noticed that although the girl was young and covered in dirt, she was still fundamentally able to boast of her beauty.

The only regret is that her eyes have no pupils, only eerie white, which looks quite scary.

"List?"

Qing Shan stroked his beard and asked, "Son, do you have a full name?"

The girl shook her head and said expressionlessly. "I do not remember......."

"Fack! Bitch!"

There was a threatening flash in the negro's eyes, and the jealous expression on his face grew stronger.

Why?

This skinny little bastard was able to pass the test while someone as strong as him was rejected! Must be discrimination!?

This must be discrimination!

That's right, that damn old guy, he must have been manipulative, otherwise how could someone with his physical strength fail the test?

The more the black thinks about it, the more he feels that this is the case. His heart is extremely unbalanced, and he gradually becomes distorted and perverted.

What he can't get, no one else can get it!

destroy her!

Kill that damn bitch!

"Go to hell, you bloody little bastard!" The black man roared, and suddenly rushed out from behind, waving his fists and hitting the unsuspecting girl! "Ah!" The man in black screamed.

"what!"

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

This is so unexpected!

No one expected such a thing to happen!

The thick and powerful figure of the black man instantly formed a very strong contrast with the little girl's thinness. Many people even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the little girl's end.

It is impossible to resist this blow with the physical strength of a little girl!

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!  …"

The black man's eyes were mixed with cruelty and tyranny, and he roared fiercely. Die to me!!!"

However.

Everybody forgot, Death God was at the banquet too!

"how dare you!"

There was a trace of coldness in Qingshan's eyes, he slowly raised his fingertips and said softly. "One of the ways of bondage is a cork."

…… Ask for flowers…………

call!

An invisible spiritual power burst out from his fingertips, instantly binding the hands and feet of the man in black. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the shackles.

"what!"

The black man fell heavily to the ground, raised his head, and just met the old man's cold eyes, a gloomy murderous intent hit his face like the cold of the rising moon, making him feel almost frozen.

"Heh...that's brazen."

Clan Qingshan gathered the girl behind him, stroked his beard and smiled, "You dare to attack the students of Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art in front of the old man, your death penalty will be unforgivable!"

"No...you can't kill me!"

The man in black was completely panicked, and only then did he remember that the old man in front of him had come out of the huge white wall, and that huge wall was making... death!?

The black man looked terrified, twitching on the ground, trying to distance himself from the old man in white, and then started talking nonsense: "I... I am a citizen of the United States of America, you cannot kill me, you have no right to judge I..………"

Before he finished speaking, a knife passed his neck.

laugh!!!.

His head fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

hiss

Hundreds of people around watched this scene, panting coldly, their faces pale in unison.

"law?"

Qingshan's blood revived his Najie, his white clothes were like new, slightly dusty, and his face was slightly cold, "In the world of corpses and souls, Qingling's judgment is the law.

Speak.

Qing Shan glanced at everyone slightly, and looked at them coldly: "Do you have any opinions?"

"No, we have no complaints!"

"That's right, this guy deserves to die!"

"That's the truth. . . . "

The bystanders around shook their heads, pretending to be the party of justice, and transferred all their anger and accusations to the black man with his head and blood.

joke

. . .

With such a sword in his hand, who would dare to object?

Many people recalled the laws of the United States of America with a look of contempt, this man must have lost his mind, this is the soul world!" Who are you?

"Come here, boy."

The icy look on Aoyama's face disappeared and changed into a soft smile, he said. "From today, you are my disciple!"

"Yes... Master!".