Early in the morning.

After Dora Wollwitz finished washing, she stood on the scale and measured her weight. She breathed a sigh of relief at the numbers, and then put on her coat and trousers. The weather was getting warmer, so she chose a more slim-fitting style. It looked like

Youthful, dynamic and energetic. When she went out, she happened to see Zhang Qingyi coming downstairs and said hello: "Hi!"

"Hi. You are so beautiful today." The other party smiled.

"Thank you." Dora was a little happy in her heart. She secretly remembered this style and said, "I am going to the amusement park with my friends now, will you go?"

"I'd love to go, but I just have an appointment."

"Have another appointment? Got a girlfriend?" Dora deliberately smiled in a sneaky and ambiguous way, looking very gossipy.

Qingyi laughed: "It's that friend you've met too! How can I have a girlfriend when I'm such a homebody."

"Oh!" Dora breathed a sigh of relief in her heart as if her weight had been measured again. She and Qingyi went downstairs together, and finally shouted: "There is a party at my house tonight, please remember to come over!"

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Today, Sunday, Qingyi went to see a psychiatrist, and Li Mo stayed with him as usual.

Along the way, Li Mo chirped, complaining about the troubles of this and that, just like a middle-aged and elderly woman entering menopause. Qingyi knew that this guy came first to complain, and secondly to take the opportunity to report on his work.

He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. When he heard the article "Prince Sarah Monroe is ready to surrender to Big Bowie", he became serious.

His Royal Highness Prince Salamonro has always been at odds with the Twilight Empire. He was the one who used words to stimulate Qingyi and forced Qingyi to give up the surname Salamonro. Later, for example, Qingyi lifted the time magic for his beloved son.

His Royal Highness the Prince has also secretly targeted this matter. Now that the capitulation faction within Salamonero is on the rise, Qingyi would find it strange to say that the Prince had no role in this.

"This is not a good sign." Qingyi blinked, remembering the past: "I signed a blood oath with King Sara Munro, never to betray each other, but Sara Munro is not his alone now, so he has many

Sometimes you can’t help yourself.”

"You mean, it would be much better without his brother?" Li Mo said with a smile. His words meant that many people would die.

"Not necessarily." Qingyi's noncommittal answer meant that many people didn't have to die. "Forget it, with Love and Oskol handling it, there won't be any twists and turns in this matter. How is Anigir doing lately?"

"Your son is fine, but he has to deal with religious affairs every day and is very busy."

Qingyi shook his head. The young pope sounded very powerful, but in fact he was just a hard-working kid who needed to reduce his burden. But everyone has their own way to go, and Qingyi would not interfere. He suddenly thought of his daughter—

—She must have shed a lot of tears in the wild secret realm, right? But that was also the path she chose.

When he arrived at the clinic, Li Mo sat in the waiting room as usual and took out an old machine. Qingyi saw that it was not a game machine he had seen before, so he came closer and pointed at the piles of squares on the black and white screen.

Gezi shouted: "Tetris?! Where did you find this old antique?"

"My dad gave me a gift when I finished a set of Bagua Lotus Palm for the first time when I was a kid. Hehe, I didn't expect it could still be turned on!"

Qingyi made a "cut" sound to express his disdain, even though his father had never given him a toothpick since he was a child. He opened the door, greeted Dr. House, and sat down. Dr. House turned on the music.

The player, this time is not playing blues, but "Jasmine" which is familiar to Chinese people.

"Chinese classical music is beautiful, and my wife likes to listen to it very much." Dr. House turned the monitor and said, "Mr. Zhang, you seem to have become the focus again."

Qingyi glanced at the screen and saw that what was displayed was the "Gospel" forum of "Qiankun". Seventy percent of the posts on the forum's front page had titles related to him. He shrugged: "A bunch of extremely boring guys."

"You are no longer the King of the Undead, are you?"

"Don't talk about this secret everywhere." Qingyi joked, which was considered acquiescence. He knew that Dr. House would never reveal the patient's secrets.

The doctor turned the monitor back: "Since you are no longer the King of the Undead, have you put it down?"

Qingyi's smile froze, and then sighed: "No."

When he was a child, he was attacked by a pack of dogs, but his father stood by and watched, which caused him to have a serious psychological shadow, causing him to occasionally show his cold and ruthless side, and even erected the image of a bone tyrant in his heart. Once he transformed into a bone tyrant, he would no longer be cruel

He can do everything. Jiang Huahuo once told him to "let go", taking the meaning of Eastern Zen philosophy - to let go of obsessions, put down the butcher's knife, and be himself.

But he couldn't let go. As Dr. House said, the Bone Tyrant is not the cause, but the result. Even if Qingyi turns back to an ordinary player, his psychological shadow will still linger, and he will not be able to "let go". He still

He is afraid of canines and still hates his father. He still doesn't know what life would be like without fear and hatred.

Dr. House smiled gently: "It's okay, let's take our time, we can't rush this kind of thing. Have you seen the phantom of a bloody mouth recently?"

"No." Qingyi thought carefully: "Yes, I haven't gotten sick since I lost the throne. It seems that traveling can really reduce stress."

"Can you relax while traveling in the game? It seems that I can recommend a new way to reduce stress to other patients."

"Doctor, there are many advantages to traveling in the game. You don't have to spend high travel expenses, and you can see the ultimate scenery that you don't have in reality."

"I feel like you have a purpose even when you travel, and it's not just for relaxation."

Qingyi thought about it and smiled bitterly: "You are right. Although I can't govern, I can never forget my responsibilities. When I see things that are beneficial to the development of the country during the trip, I think about how to get them back. Chinese officials go to study abroad.

It’s for traveling. When I travel to other places, it’s for studying.”

"What did I learn? I learned a new possibility. The 'Chinese' Undead King did not implement centralized power, but chose a more extensive management model. I don't like this model because it is too easy to be

Betrayal; even if no one betrays, the country cannot be united as one, and it is likely that someone will hold back when resisting foreign enemies, and there will even be internal friction in peacetime. Of course, there are advantages. If managers can guide unnecessary internal friction into healthy competition, the entire country will

It will gradually increase the national strength. After all, it is born from worries and dies from happiness. The enfeoffment system can be regarded as artificially creating worries to stimulate the growth of national strength. After I completely reorganize the Twilight Empire, I might also adopt this system. In that case, I

You can just be lazy."

Dr. House said: "I think kings like to dominate."

"Everyone doesn't like to have great power, but not everyone likes to have everything to do. As a manager, the ultimate goal is to let workers work hard for themselves instead of working hard themselves. Otherwise, you will make money but your body will collapse.

Too much money is meaningless.”

"It's amazing that you know this at this age." The doctor praised.

"It's nothing special. It's just that I saw too much money when I was a child, but I feel that money is the least worth cherishing." Qingyi spread his right hand in front of his eyes, flexed and stretched his fingers to grasp, and said: "Things worth cherishing are always worth cherishing."

It’s hard to get and even easier to lose.”

These words were old-fashioned, and the two of them were silent for a while, and the rest of the conversation was hasty.

After today's treatment, Qing Yi was chatting with Li Mo and suddenly asked on a whim: "Do you know what 'all dharmas are enlightened'?"

"I know, but how did you know?" Li Mo looked at Qingyi suspiciously, as if he was suspicious of an illiterate who knew how to recite "The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng": "This is an extremely high level in martial arts."

"How high?"

"Hmm... I haven't heard of anyone practicing it in the past hundred years. Why do you ask?"

"Just ask." Qing Yi turned away. Li Mo knew that this guy was perfunctory, and his teeth itched with anger.

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Bigbowo, the capital.

In the fifty-mile radius of the city with the palace as the center, no one is holding a weapon, and no one is wearing armor, because there is no fighting here. The lady and the gentleman holding their pets met in the street and talked about today's weather.

We exchanged glances with interesting anecdotes that have been circulating in other places recently; the boy stood in front of the tailor shop bossy and put forward many picky requirements for a new dress for the master's birthday party; the flower girl in shabby clothing stood timidly on the street corner and asked with a

The purest smile continuously blessed the flower buyers, waiting for an opportunity to fly on the branches and become a phoenix. Here, there are no adventurers, no patrols, no guards, and no even bodyguards.

This is a city of peace. When the lives of people in other countries are threatened by "funeral mold" and "death flu", the people here live peacefully, as if disasters will never come - no, it should be said that the disasters are all in the newspapers

The gossip is slightly more believable than the Arabian Nights. Compared with this place, the Happy Plains of Salamonro really does not live up to its name.

Sarah Monroe's envoy looked at the scenery outside the car window, feeling both jealous and yearning. He suddenly felt that only this land had fresh air. If he could move his family here... it was time to make plans for his family.

First save some money and let your family settle here first. After retirement, you can remain anonymous and become a Big Bower. You also need to find some connections to send your eldest son to a gospel college, and then find an in-law for your daughter. You must

A nobleman above the rank of Viscount...

He opened the window and asked the servant to send a message to the carriage behind, which contained people sent by the Big Bow Intelligence Department, saying that he would stay for a few days and buy some souvenirs. After a while, the servant reported back with an ugly face and said

The itinerary was set and must start tomorrow. The enemy was too powerful and the envoy dared not speak out in anger, so he had no choice but to go shopping now and anesthetize his wounded dignity with the mentality of a little person.

"Oskel, our game begins."
Chapter completed!