Wine Sword Immortal: Divine Level Winemaker, Drunkenly Kills Tianmen!

The school nurse picked up the paper that she had divided into two halves and folded them together.

"Spirit is extremely important to us warriors. Martial arts practice, the first level of meridians, the second level of blood refining, and the third level of bone forging."

"The first three realms are all about tempering the physical body. However, when we reach the fourth realm, the Starry Realm, we begin to focus on spiritual cultivation."

"Schizophrenia and split personality will have a fatal impact on warriors."

"The most direct disadvantage is our mental capacity."

"My current mental value is 5098. If I have a second personality, although the overall mental value will not change, the mental energy I can draw will definitely be affected."

"It's like the blue bar in the game, 100/100. Under normal circumstances, if you have a maximum mana amount of 100, you can use 100 mana."

"And when you have a second personality, your blue bar may become 50 (+50)/50 (+50)."

"It means that you can only withdraw half of the mana, and the other half is not at your disposal."

The school nurse held up the papers she had folded together.

"Continuing to use paper as an example, the writing area of ​​the paper that is divided into two halves has not changed, but because they have been divided into two pieces, the amount of information they carry cannot be stacked on one piece of paper."

“You can’t see the words on the second half of the paper on the first half of the paper.”

"Wang Xianxian is different..."

The school nurse took out two pieces of brand new paper and stacked them together.

"The advanced fantasy that Wang Xianxian has now has directly expanded his mental capacity."

"I checked his mental values ​​and compared them to a physical examination done five months ago."

"Five months ago, Wang Xianxian's mental value was 73 points, but now, his mental value has reached 174 points."

"This kind of mental amplitude speed is simply incredible."

"Rather than saying that he split a personality, it's better to say that he gained a personality."

"This is why I say that high-level fantasy has a positive impact on Wang Xianxian."

"I just looked through relevant information on the Internet, and I have never seen such an example."

Upon hearing this, the head teacher, Teacher Ye, spoke in a puzzled tone.

"Then according to you, does he still need intervention treatment?"

School doctor Bai was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a solemn tone.

"We can't joke about our child's future. The current situation may be beneficial to him, but if something goes wrong, there will be endless troubles."

"Normal is sometimes more important than abnormal."

"After all, none of us know whether that advanced fantasy will cause any harm to the child one day."

"Inform the parents of that child and let them..."

The words stopped suddenly, and School Doctor Bai seemed to have remembered something.

"That's not right. If the child is in this situation, don't his family members know about it?"

"Hey..." Teacher Ye sighed softly, "Teacher Bai, you don't know Wang Xianxian's family situation. That child is a little special."

"I have communicated with Wang Xianxian many times about Wang Xianxian's mental state, but no one paid attention to him at all, and no one took him to see a doctor."

"It is precisely because no one in the Wang family cares about him that I asked him to come to you."

After hearing this, Doctor Bai thought thoughtfully, and then said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, leave it to me."

After hearing this, Teacher Ye saluted the school doctor Bai: "I'll trouble you then."

Just when Teacher Ye opened the door to leave, he found Wang Xianxian hiding at the door and peeking.

Looking at the tears on the children's faces, Teacher Ye suddenly felt sad.

"Teacher, I am not sick, and my friend is not an illusion."

The stubborn child kept wiping his tears and ran away without looking back.

…

At night, Wang Xianxian curled up on the bed and buried his head deeply in the quilt.

"Ashan, are you there?"

Soon, a gentle voice sounded from the depths of my mind.

"I am always here."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xianxian's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile began to appear on his face.

"Ashan, you are not hallucinating, are you?"

The voice in my head sounded again: "Of course, we are best friends."

After hearing these words, Wang Xianxian's panicked heart became more peaceful than ever before.

The child wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

"Ashan, I miss my mother. I really want to find my mother in my dream."

"But I always can't sleep, and I always have nightmares when I fall asleep..."

The voice in the back of my mind was silent for a moment, then continued.

"Go to sleep. From today on, you will dream about mom, and I will help you..."

Ashan did not break his promise. From that day on, the frequency of Wang Xianxian's nightmares began to decrease, and the frequency of his mother's dreams began to increase.

Another night, the injured child staggered back to the room, threw himself on the bed and cried loudly.

"Ashan, they bullied me, they threw stones at me, they called me a bitch, wuwuwu..."

"It's okay, Wang Xianxian, don't cry." Ashan's voice kept ringing, his voice as gentle as a mother's, "You are mother's baby, not a bitch, you are the best..."

The child's emotions quickly began to calm down under the comfort.

"Wang Xianxian, who is bullying you today?" Ashan asked.

The child sobbed, "It's still Wang Beichen. He led his cousin Wang Yangzhen and..."

"Okay, I know." Ah Shan's voice seemed to have a kind of magic, "Go to sleep, Wang Xianxian, you will be happy when you wake up."

The voice deep in his mind was like a lullaby, making the bullied child fall asleep quickly.

However, three minutes later, the child's eyes opened again.

In the darkness, the scarlet eyes were full of endless violence.

The next day, when Wang Xianxian got up, he saw the scene of chaos in the courtyard.

The reason was that Wang Beichen was mentally injured and fainted directly on the bed.

And the peers who bullied him yesterday also experienced the same experience.

Looking at his anxious father and stepmother, Wang Xianxian, who was carrying a schoolbag, suddenly lowered his head and laughed.

"Thank you, Ah Shan..."

"You're welcome, my friend..."

The scene changed, and Wang Xianxian was on his way home with a schoolbag on his back, and met his peers who were crouching in front of him.

The child nervously grasped the straps of his schoolbag: "You...what are you going to do..."

The leader Wang Beichen sneered.

"Wang Xianxian, hand over the spiritual fruit you stole at the banquet yesterday!"

Wang Xianxian stepped back: "I didn't steal it, it was originally on my plate, I packed it up before I finished it."

"What do you think a banquet is, and you can pack it up?" Wang Beichen sneered, "If you stole it, you still dare to quibble."

"Didn't the teacher teach you not to steal things?"

"I will uphold justice today." Wang Beichen pointed with his right hand, "Take back the spiritual fruit hidden in his schoolbag."

Hearing this, the tribesmen behind him rushed directly to Wang Xianxian's side.