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Magic City, one of the most famous coastal cities in Middle-earth, is also the area most severely affected by the outside world.
In the past, when the Middle-earth Shinto was at its peak, this area was not greatly affected by the Middle-earth Divine System. After the power of the Shinto gradually faded, due to the special geographical environment, it became the hardest-hit area in the conflict between the Middle-earth and other countries. In the Middle-earth,
When the country was at its weakest, it even became a colony of other countries.
During that time, monks from many countries, as well as foreign gods such as Odin, left their own traces on this land through various methods, trying to use it as an anchor point to explore the situation in Middle-earth.
Nowadays, although the Magic City has returned to the control of the Middle-earth, various traces of the past still exist. The Middle-earth court has to send many monks to sit here to sort out the earth's veins and integrate the vitality.
This directly caused the atmosphere of the magic city to be extremely mixed, with demons and ghosts emerging from time to time, and it also gave birth to many related industries invisibly.
It stands to reason that in such an environment, any monk with some ability can prosper.
"But why, dad, you are in such misery? You are obviously very powerful."
Wearing a pair of exquisite and decent plain clothes, a pair of soft flat-heeled cloth shoes, and long hair, the pretty woman who looked quite bookish in the past looked at the old man in front of her with some doubts.
The old man was wearing a white shirt, small glasses, and a cup of hot tea. He was lying on the rocking chair and looked very comfortable. When he heard the girl's question, he just said cheerfully: "Money and other things.
Just enough is enough, not everything needs to be done better. You have always said that you don’t like to be in contact with others and don’t like to be in the limelight, but why did you choose Chizhi Tongzi in your recent dream when you exchanged the name of the god for blessing?
?According to your past personality, Guang Ji Sou is a more suitable name for you."
As he spoke, the father pushed up his glasses, and the girl cooed in a low voice: "But Guang Ji Sou's ability is too limited in modern times, and it is far less profitable than the Chizhi boy."
Hearing this, a girl next to Dad raised her head and said a little strangely: "But Sister Ating, haven't you already earned enough money for the down payment, and now you are working two jobs, including taking care of me and Dad's daily life?
It can be said that you have three jobs, and the monthly payment can keep up, so why do you still have to do this..."
"Not enough! This little money is far from enough."
The girl became a little excited. She raised her hand slightly, revealing some of the washed white parts of her clothes. She immediately put her hand down, maintaining her original decent posture, and said softly: "Xiao Yu'er, from now on you will
You know how important money is."
After saying that, the girl looked at the time and told her father that she needed to buy dinner.
"Go! Go! This is the right time to get the discounted dishes."
With that said, the father raised his hand, and after the girl went out, he suddenly remembered something, stood up abruptly, and greeted outside: "Fang Ting, there is one more thing, remember to bring me some tea back, it's better!"
"Got it!" Fang Ting shouted and ran quickly towards the vegetable market next to her.
After half an hour of struggle, Fang Ting walked on the road with a smile on her face holding the discounted dishes. She secretly thought about the remaining time.
'If we follow the normal route to sell tea and then go back, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the bus, and I'll waste a lot of time waiting for the next bus. I'll miss my tutoring classes in the evening. Taking a taxi is too expensive...'
Fang Ting, who was silently groaning in her heart, looked around and saw no one. She looked around carefully and saw that there was no surveillance camera. She stretched out her hand to make a hand, and a list of names appeared in her heart [Shinto·Zhengjiupin Red Flag Boy].
The next second, a faint red light appeared under her feet, giving her a powerful blessing, allowing her to quickly pass through some places where it was difficult to walk on weekdays, and run in a certain direction by taking a shortcut.
But before Fang Ting had gone far, she heard a violent explosion, and the next second, flames soared into the sky from the port not far away.
"That is……"
Fang Ting's eyes widened, and the discounted dish she had finally snatched fell to the ground. The next second, a rapid ringing sounded.
After the connection was connected, Fang Ting listened for a moment and nodded: "Yes, I'm right next to you... No, this is different from what we agreed in the past... What? Is this the amount of subsidy... Okay, I understand, I'll do it right away
past."
Putting down the contact decoration, Fang Ting took a deep breath and looked at the half-broken discounted dishes at her feet. She felt a little distressed in her eyes, but after thinking about the subsidy waiting for her, she took a deep breath and said hello to her father.
, and quickly ran towards the location of the incident.
As she ran, a child in ocher clothes also appeared behind Fang Ting. The child waved a long red flag in his hand, and flames like hibiscus flowers fell down, surrounding Fang Ting, covering her appearance.
She quickly walked between the cities, but the blazing fire in the distance and the billowing smoke above, which was so dark that it looked like a giant beast hovering, made her feel a little scared.
'Why do I always feel like something is wrong?'
Fang Ting was a little worried, but the subsidies afterwards made her unwilling to think too much. She needed money, a lot of money.
Like Fang Ting, the fire department of the Magic City was also going against the flow of people. The long blaring sirens made countless people get out of the way and open the passage to life.
The young people sitting in the car fell silent one by one, and the voices of the previous communication between the captain and their superiors echoed in their ears.
"You are the closest team. Your first task is to save people, and then do everything you can to reduce the scale of the accident!"
These seemingly ordinary words, coupled with the thick smoke outside, everyone knows the meaning of reaching the standard.
The captain was silent for a moment, and then solemnly said to the teammates around him: "Brothers, I won't say any more. I only have one sentence: now is the time to fulfill our commitment to the country and the people!"
Not long after the words fell, the fire truck stopped and everyone quickly got out of the car. When they saw it, they saw the mess on the ground. A large number of people covered in blood and even with mutilated limbs were struggling on the ground. Some of the better ones either started to escape or wanted to.
Help the colleague next to you.
The air was filled with a strong smell and a hint of barbecue aroma.
The captain hurriedly ordered the team members to carry out treatment, and based on the situation on the ground, he and his two teammates began to investigate inside.
Logically speaking, there was nothing wrong with the captain's actions, but when he stepped into the fire scene and opened a path for the firefighters to enter and exit later, there was another explosion nearby, and the violent impact directly knocked him to the ground.
He suppressed the nauseating feeling in his gut and looked around. The road was covered in flames, and they were trapped and dead in it.
What was even more troublesome was that the captain felt as if something was buzzing in his ears and could not hear any words clearly. He knew that there was something wrong with his ears under the close impact.
What's even more troublesome is that his head is now a little dizzy and his vision is a little blurry.
The captain endured the pain and shouted for people to leave. During this period, he even tried to help an injured person who had retreated.
But before they had gone far, there were explosions one after another, blazing fire all around, and occasional impacts, knocking the captain to the ground again. Everything seemed to be in vain.
The captain felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the heat wave coming from the side was like the afternoon sun, which was particularly warm. He wanted to sleep for a while.
His consciousness began to sink, and the sounds of everyone playing and fighting seemed to ring in his ears.
"Captain! Tell me, why did you become a firefighter?"
"Why else, of course it's for money!"
"Haha, I knew the captain was here for money..."
Listening to his friend's teasing in his ears, the captain closed his eyes slightly, and for some reason a sentence suddenly rang in his heart.
"Wang Xiaobin, you brat, you are slacking on me again!"
With an angry shout, the captain saw a familiar black face, that was his father Wang Weiguo, a fire brigade captain who died in the fire.
"You brat! Get up and run. There are people waiting for you to save you! How could you fall here?"
With that said, Wang Weiguo picked up a girl and ran outside.
The scene of the model lake and the instinct of survival made Wang Xiaobin staggered to his feet again, helped the unconscious person beside him and ran out. There were explosions from time to time along the way, but as he followed his father's pace, he always
It can be avoided with great luck.
At the same time, shortly after he left, a young man with a ferocious face walked out of the billowing smoke. He released streams of water to protect himself and tried to lower the surrounding temperature. However, it was precisely because of this move that he caused a second
explode.
"Damn it! Why are there so many explosives in this port? Why didn't anyone tell us beforehand?"
Fang Ting, who was standing next to the young man, also looked bad. She struggled to control the flames around her, trying to put away the flames with her long flag.
But this move is useless. There are too many flames around and the temperature is too high. It is impossible for a ninth-grade name to control it.
In other words, [Red Flag Boy] can take advantage of the situation and amplify its own abilities, but it cannot suppress the spread of fire. After all, according to legend, [Red Flag Boy]'s ability is to cause fires.
More importantly, Fang Ting vaguely felt that something was not right about the atmosphere around her.
'The power of these flames is wrong, something seems to be coming out...'
Fang Ting sensed carefully, and suddenly found that there seemed to be the shadow of a crow in the thick smoke above, and an illusory woman stood on it. She was swallowing the fear that emerged from the fire, devouring the souls of the dead, and the dying people.
Human vitality condenses one's own body.
The moment she noticed the woman, Fang Ting also understood what she was thinking.
"Shinto, the Eighth-Rank God of Disaster, Ling Xiaonu..."
Fang Ting read out a name with some fear. This is the unique name of the Fire God, a branch of the God of Disaster. It is far more powerful than her [Red Flag Boy], and it is also better than the names of the young people nearby.
.
Therefore, when the young man heard Zhengbapin, his eyes widened immediately and he exclaimed: "This is different from what was promised!"
As she said this, she picked up the communicator and planned to ask questions. As she spoke, Fang Ting heard a series of exclamations not far away.
"team leader!"
"Wang Xiaobin!"
Fang Ting suddenly turned around, and [Chizhi Tongzi] looked through the billowing smoke and saw a familiar young man.
The oxygen mask on his face had been taken off and put on the faces of the people around him. The blood-stained face looked very embarrassed, but Fang Ting's vagina continued to shrink.
"It's him?"
Fang Ting remembers Wang Xiaobin because the man who rescued her from the sea of fire was named Wang Weiguo.
The reason why she wanted money so much was because of the blazing flames back then.
Her dead mother, huge fines, father who left early and came home late, being beaten and debt collectors were almost all the colors of her childhood, and all of this happened because that person rescued her.
Fang Ting thought she would hate Wang Weiguo and why he saved her back then?
If he doesn't save her, she won't have to suffer, and he won't die.
But now, Fang Ting looked at that shadow that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Fang Ting was scared, she didn't want to see the second Wang Weiguo die in front of her.
Raising her head and looking at Ling Xiao Nu, feeling her devouring life force, Fang Ting whispered: "Leave him to me!"
As soon as the words fell, [Red Flag Boy] rose into the sky, red firelight flew, and competed with Lingxiao Girl for the wish power around her.
"If disaster must have someone to bear it, then it is you! It is me!"
Fang Ting roared in a low voice, and the image of the child behind her changed slightly. The figure began to elongate, and some female features emerged.
"Hey, hey, hey! Do you want to forcibly condense the eighth-level names?"
The young man looked at Fang Ting, as if he was seeing a madman. Since the unknown bell rang three months ago, some people have been able to go through hardships in dreams, condense their names, and gain extraordinary power.
But the acquisition of this kind of power is not done at will, nor is it gathered at will.
For example, for [Red Flag Boy], the correct promotion methods should be [Shinto·from the eighth rank Ding Fire User] and [Shinto·from the eighth rank Wuhuo User], and then to [Shinto·from the eighth rank Lihuo User].
Although [Shinto·Eighth-level Disaster Goddess Ling Xiaonu] has a certain connection with [Red Flag Boy], the two are not directly related to promotion.
Forcibly absorbing the opponent's will power is no less than putting oneself on the fire. Moreover, promotion is generally from the ninth grade to the positive ninth grade, and the positive ninth grade is promoted from the eighth grade. There is no direct promotion from the positive ninth grade to the positive eighth grade.
Anyone who tries this is prone to mental problems in the end.
Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but take two steps away.
But he didn't know that this move happened to fall into the eyes of Milo, who was secretly observing above.
Regarding Fang Ting's change, there was a trace of praise in Milo's eyes, but he was not very satisfied with the young man.
These changes in micro-emotions caused the brightness of the two names in the scroll to rise and fall, and Fang Ting, who was originally hazy in smoke, suddenly woke up.
Milo, who no longer paid attention to this, glanced at the red fire crow in his hand and said cheerfully: "I wonder if the following scene is in line with your thoughts?"
If you hadn't looked at Milo's cold expression and listened to his cheerful tone, you would have thought he was chatting with someone.
But the fire crow that looked at Milo only felt that his whole body was cold, and the burning flames seemed to be silent. It struggled to leave, but Milo sneered and closed his five fingers, and little streams of light with the fire of the sun were flying.
He came out and turned to look to the east: "Isn't it better to wait for the last time quietly? Are you so anxious to become a name on the treasure scroll?"