Chapter five hundred and forty-four the gradual ripples
"It's really it..."
"I thought our ancestors were making nonsense again."
In the teahouse, the antique-style partition blocked all the mahjong sounds nearby, and the old man casually dressed in casual clothes said with some emotion.
"Yes or no."
"That mysterious power of creation is by no means an ordinary person."
The middle-aged man next to him shook his head and smoothed his hairline, which had recently moved up. His face looked quite sad.
He is also the unlucky ghost...
In previous years, this errand would not have been considered an idle errand.
But after all, there is nothing trivial, just the rare and confidential matters.
But now that we are catching up with the comprehensive network era activities, there are some clever words that young people often say recently:
Being a eunuch for 12 years, that's about it...
"You don't have to be an outsider to be a god. Since you have learned the Taoist methods so profoundly, you are not a disciple of the three religions, so you can't stand aside much."
"Break the lotus root branch and there is still silk."
"The old man suffered a lot from the bad things here."
"Why do you care about it? I've been scratched, but I can't make the decision for you."
The old man waved his hand nonchalantly, knowing that it was not him who should have a headache now.
A certain guy with a poor life should scratch his head at this time...
As if thinking of something old, a narrow smile appeared on the old man's face.
The middle-aged man didn't say much. Naturally, he didn't want to get involved and get beaten.
But although this errand is just an errand, it is no different from working as a laborer all over the world.
Everything is just a few taels of silver, lying around for people, and they are in front of the saddle and behind the horse in order to settle down and live.
It's just that one of them is ordered by the powerful, and the other is effective in heaven.
To do justice for heaven?
It's just a mission from Heaven...
The middle-aged man thought about it and felt that he might not be able to handle it.
The uncle next to him didn't seem to be very communicative either.
Also, since he is not an external god, there is not much innocent oil and water to speak of.
What's more, if it was really that person, things would be easier to handle.
The mysterious bird of destiny descended and gave birth to Shang...
There is no need to distinguish, just send a letter with a clue and push it directly to Zulisi!
At this thought, the middle-aged man began to think twice.
Whether Zu Lisi admits it or not is their business.
After they have reviewed and completed one round of contact, it will be relatively safe to leave it to him again.
First-hand contact with this kind of existence is always the most dangerous and unpleasant.
But the middle-aged man estimated that as a front-line person sending letters, he might have to accompany him.
rtmd, dog bureaucracy!
The middle-aged man cursed a few words in his heart.
Ignoring the old man who was still drinking tea next to him, he started hastily drafting a letter.
When it comes to pitching, the sooner the better...
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Extraordinary Manhole Cover - Christina Rona walks curiously on the street.
Passers-by looked at her strangely from time to time.
Of course, no one said anything.
Modern art like cosp is not very trendy.
It is said that many Zongwang players will spend extra Zongwang disaster coins to disguise their image after entering the Era event.
Christina Rona said she couldn't understand.
If this is the case, it is better to stay in your hometown!
When traveling to other worlds, wouldn’t it be possible to experience other civilizations while also showing off the characteristics of one’s own hometown?
Maybe it has something to do with those dimensional invaders?
But who cares?
And plane invaders are not protected by the regulations prohibiting magical research!
Christina Rona blinked and thought rather wildly.
"...ignorant...inefficient..."
Some kind of long, chaotic whisper sounded in Christina Rona's ears.
"snort!"
Christina Rona ignored it.
If it weren't for the fact that the staff was so effective at pounding the crucible, she would have thrown this garrulous guy into the Goblin's lair for ten years!
Thinking of the Goblin lair she encountered on a certain adventure, Christina Rona couldn't help but puff up her cheeks. It was really a worse experience than the natural decay of the composite material after the explosion of the mixing crucible!
A black cat's head quietly poked its head out of Christina Rona's hood.
This is a shadow cat, a rather rare elemental life that is active in the material world.
Christina Rona thought she should bring her snowman, but unfortunately it recently fell in love with the carrots grown next door.
Fortunately, the Crucible is always loyal:
After all, Christina Rona always closes its mouth when not in use.
Just as Christina Rona was walking struttingly down the street, someone stopped her:
"Do you have a residence permit?"
Christina Rona shook her head.
She timidly glanced at the red armband on the other person's right hand, looking like an indifferent girl.
"Then take out your ID card and register."
The visitor frowned and looked at Christina Rona.
After getting a negative answer again, his brows relaxed a little, and he seemed to understand Christina Rona's identity.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a prescribed action."
The visitor smiled at Christina Rona, and his rather solemn expression relaxed a bit.
He seems like a pretty upright character.
"You can keep walking along this street, about 1-2 kilometers away. After passing the intersection, you can see a square where there is a square dedicated to receiving and explaining to you."
The visitor pointed to the street sign next to him and pointed it out to Christina Rona.
Then, he left directly.
Christina Rona quietly made a face behind his back, and then raised the staff on her waist in dissatisfaction:
"Pig head! Let's get to work!"
But the staff was silent, as if it was immersed in it.
Christina Rona had no choice but to take out the package and take a look, only to find that she seemed to have forgotten her broom at home!
So I had no choice but to angrily hold a lollipop in my mouth and walk away angrily.
After Christina Rona left, two children sneakily ran out of the alley at the next intersection.
"Did you just see that?"
"I just said there is no good person named Shen Gong!"
The boy opened his mouth to use the map cannon, so of course he was severely beaten by the old man who came running panting from nowhere.
"What are you two brats causing trouble here?"
"The exam is coming up in a few days, why don't you study hard!"
The boy was about to speak to the line when he was pulled back by the girl.
The boy was unprepared, and was suddenly pulled by the girl. He felt that his momentum at the beginning was a bit weak, and he had no ideas for the battle in his mind, so he followed the girl home angrily.
The old man ignored these two naughty children and ignored Shen Gongyan.
Even if he did see the plum blossom mark on the girl's shoulder, he also saw the disappearing aura of chaos.
He was just a little confused...
Maybe, without the shell of the heart, it is inevitable that it will be a little jerky...
But in this world, it is becoming noisy and lively little by little.
The sun sets on the Western Mountain, and on the shadowy and silent land of death, there are corpses standing on the ground without any care.
The surrounding comprehensive network players watched from a distance, and no one dared to act rashly in the Era activity area with the lowest legendary difficulty level.
However, some Zongwang players recognized the leader of the trial at this stage and stood there looking at each other.
The exchange of glances was filled with astonishment that this is okay...
"You're here now! If you can't do this, there will probably be no chance of you later."
A Zongwang player holding a long sword entered the scene first.
It seemed that the trial mechanism was triggered, and a flash of red light separated him from everyone!
"There is actually an attribute balancing mechanism? Is it because the other party is just a civil servant?"
The sword-wielding Zongwang player glanced at his prompt information, and then whispered to himself.
The next moment, the cold air from the land of death rose up like mist!
Just like a dream shattered, the online player who was the first to start the trial suddenly disappeared from the spot!
Then, a sword stabbed the trial leader from the void!
But as if predicting the unknown, the trial leader simply avoided it!
This is?
The pupils of the Zongwang player holding the sword suddenly shrank. His sword looked sparse and ordinary, not much different from the assassinations of those extraordinary assassins who escaped into the Shadow Realm.
But the real skills can only be known by those who have been struck by the sword.
Of course, most of them died...
"Meow……"
After appearing in this world, a certain kind of orange cat yawned out of boredom.
It naturally doesn't have much interest in these.
On the contrary, above the sky, the vast river of destiny seems to have set off a few ripples...