There is a poem that says well,
There is no calendar day in the mountains, and there is no year in the cold weather.
If you can't understand what this sentence means, then I doubt that the poetry appreciation part of your high school Chinese language has been returned to the teacher...
Anyway, it’s midnight, and more than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.
During this period, I was woken up by Tiangong kicking the door open every morning. During the day, I worked as a component on the assembly line in the Blazing Red Hall. During my breaks, I rested on the steps.
After work, he went on a picnic with Kerim and Rize to enjoy the mountains and rivers, and then climbed out of the medicine pool at night,
Begin a night-long fantasy trial of the A-level battle.
Living in the Midnight Fairy Mountain isolated from the world, repeating an overly simple and fulfilling life every day,
Fangran has no concept of time at all. He always feels that it was just yesterday when he came.
Of course, this may also be because there is no holiday...
"You bastard! It's been dawn for so long, how long do you want to sleep?"
After Tiangong broke the door with his unshakable kick every day and shouted at a loud voice, he still slept soundly on the bed with the quilt in his arms.
"Hey...Senior Tiangong, I just slept...not much...sleep for another...five minutes...ah——!"
Before Fangran could finish his confused words, he was picked up by the back of his collar and thrown directly into the large wooden barrel in the backyard through the window.
Wow——
Seeing the water splashing, Tiangong crossed his arms and snorted softly,
"Humph, lazy boy!"
Then he headed to the Tiangong Hall first. After cleaning up, Fangran was refreshed and ready to start a new day of arguing with his 'dead enemy'.
"puff..."
And Fangran, who crawled out holding the edge of the bucket, could only spit expressionlessly,
Senior Tiangong, do you dare to wake me up in another way or wait for my alarm in a few minutes...
I silently rolled my eyes and complained, Tiangong got up earlier than me every day, climbed out of the big wooden barrel, the cool mountain spring seemed to have a spiritual energy that refreshed my spirit.
He was so wet that he didn't even bother to wash his face. Fangran faced the mountain spring, the morning light illuminated the misty clouds, and the crane flew by.
Then start brushing your teeth.
Well, he also feels that this kind of fairyland, which is so beautiful that it makes people want to recite a poem and three appreciation articles, is a bit wasteful to brush teeth...
He took out the [Fire Card] to dry himself, then changed his clothes, and in a very ritualistic manner, Fangran prepared to start his necessary homework every morning.
He walked to a two or three-meter-high mahogany mechanism pillar. This 'faucet' in the same style as the 'bus stop sign' was also made by Tiangong.
As for the lack of hot water when taking a shower, no matter how you think about it, it's all out of Senior Tiangong's malice towards you...
Walking to the faucet, Fangran took out a water cup and pulled the iron ring. The clear spring flowed from the water channel in the agency to fill it up. After taking a deep breath,
He held his waist with one hand and raised his head,
"ha--"
Then he let out a sound of contentment.
After the independent space and the picturesque fairyland everywhere, Midnight gave Fangran the deepest impression.
The water is very delicious,
It was sweet and refreshing, with an indescribable feeling of refreshment. I had never drunk such delicious water in my life. Fangran felt that he could no longer go back to the life of tap water at home.
He even thought about using this water to make shaved ice during military training next year. Adding "Gan Brand" seasoning will definitely be a hit.
This is Fangran's life every morning at midnight,
After doing this, he walked out of the courtyard of the ancient building along the path, came to a larger mechanical pillar on a cliff, and pulled the nameplate of 'Tiangong Hall'.
Holding the iron ring, he slid through the mountains and forests in the morning light and mist.
This may seem like a chic and elegant fantasy scene to others, but Fangran is almost used to it.
After all, he clocks in like this every day...
"Good morning, Fangran."
"Good morning! Krim, eh, where is Rize?"
"He went over there to help the teacher first."
After greeting Krim as usual, Fangran went to his work station as usual.
The plan to recast 'Destiny' is going very smoothly, and everything is going on in an intense and orderly manner, but these have little to do with him. He is just a ruthless parts processing machine.
About hundreds of large parts, materials and molding machinery are produced every day.
Fangran slowly discovered that his workload was no longer as heavy as it was at the beginning. The workload that Tiangong and his mentor had accumulated before he came to Midnight had been completed.
According to this progress, his mission will be completed in about a week or two.
The remaining complex and precise large-scale recasting process is a matter for the two masters.
So compared to daytime,
Fangran had been thinking about what happened at night.
Not to mention the life-threatening pain, every time I go down there I have to prepare myself mentally for ten minutes and have to cut off my own options for treatment.
During the period of living in the middle of the night, Fangran would enter the fantasy world every night to practice...
Oh, okay, just go in and get beaten.
What Ling once told him was absolutely correct. Any A-level high-ranking person could not be compared to a fake like him who relied on magic energy to get there.
From the first night I went in, I encountered a Thousand Faces that might be a projection of some kind of power.
Fangran started his journey of being beaten in the middle of the night.
The first thing is the ability factor. Just like the painting style of Midnight is its own school, the various illusions and magic spells are so strange that it is hard to guard against.
After Fangran finally got beaten by Xi... ahem, and tried hard to adapt,
They were crushed tactically again.
The Night Watchman's more than a hundred years of combat experience is really no joke. [Sword Cards] and [Fighting Cards] can make up for his physical skills, and the King of Gods' 'wisdom' and 'thinking' abilities can assist his judgment.
But the overall view of combat can only be accumulated through repeated battles.
It’s just that before Fangran tried his best to understand why small collisions would eventually lead to his overall disadvantage in a nearly back-to-back way,
He was suppressed by his abilities and methods, and a big move came out in seconds.
The scene called 'Illusion' will not kick out the defeated participants, it will just start over from the beginning. You can stay in it until you choose to leave.
From just before midnight until almost dawn, five or six hours in a night,
Fangran has to go through no less than seven or eight battles.
Regardless of whether he has rich experience or not, just in terms of the number of times he has fought against A-level superiors, he should be the most person in the outside world. The preciousness of the Midnight Illusion is undoubtedly revealed here.
Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for an A-level master to be so hands-off and fight with you non-stop.
So given that the battle can be repeated an unlimited number of times,
Fangran has been making various attempts, trying to resist the attack of Suzaku or prevent the initial storm from appearing, but he never expected that
After he finally had some rudimentary ideas,
The illusion has changed ‘people’.
On the night of the fifth or sixth day, he put his hand on the huge stone tablet as usual. Fangran looked stunned and saw that it was not a 'Thousand Faces' in front of him.
Then...
Ability...tactical suppression...skillful suppression...
Knock everything down and start from scratch.
To be honest, that night, Fangran's mentality was a bit explosive...
And from that night on, the opponents who appeared in the illusion were no longer fixed.
It's just that the old man who looks old but has no sense of stability can easily draw on the air and release spells with all kinds of strange effects.
There is a compass suspended in his hand, and the kind-hearted middle-aged figure with countless mysterious light structures behind him can easily activate hundreds of meters of formation patterns, including confusing formations, killing formations, and phantom formations.
Wearing an ancient plain dress, the female elder has a temperament as soft as water with a sense of age. Not only does she have the power to control water, but she can also use things like elixirs to easily neutralize her own attacks.
The figure who controls the thousand-meter-long earth dragon with majestic momentum and complete control of the terrain,
Holding an ancient Qingfeng sword, the sword's light was so sharp that it was hard to describe. I always felt like I had seen a figure somewhere before.
There are also figures who randomly take out various powerful weapons with strange characteristics, and each move is as fierce as explosive fire.
Each of their faces was obscured, but the last pair was obviously a bit redundant. The arms and legs were thick on one side.
Fangran could guess with his butt that it was heavenly work.
Especially among the last three whose fighting power was more or less 'mild' compared to the first three, who made him breathless, this one beat him the hardest with his fighting style of fighting with iron.
"You bastard! Why are you hanging out here if you don't work hard!"
Bang——
A fist bigger than a sandbag hit Fang Ran on the head. Tiangong, who didn't know when he appeared behind him, sounded like thunder,
I was lost in thought about my shortcomings in last night's battle, when I was interrupted by Zhen·,
Fangran suddenly held his head in grief and anger, and felt angry but dared not speak.
hateful!
?(?Д?╬)?It’s okay to be beaten at night. Senior Tiangong, you actually came during the day!
Chapter completed!