The absolute gem of a certain comic series

The last bit of afterglow is about to dissipate.

Mo Wei said calmly: "I know what you are thinking. If you want to, go and make arrangements. I said that Tianwu Pavilion can be entered by those who are destined and those who pass the trial."

The man in sunglasses was momentarily interrupted in his recollection, and his eyes under the sunglasses looked at the back of the middle-aged uncle with a hint of gratitude.

Although the sun has set, his back seems to be shining, as if he is a lonely man watching the lights of thousands of houses.

The man in sunglasses acted quickly and hurriedly ran to the parking space in the open space next to him. Now, immediately, immediately, he needed to tell them the news personally.

As for using an electronic communication device, forget it. It would be embarrassing if it was intercepted.

Don't go up the mountain alone, your handsome back will remain forever.

Self-reflection: Being born as a human being is inherently contradictory.

He said it was none of my business, but in the end he still wanted to help.

After all, I have loved this land deeply since childhood.

Never left, never left.

The feeling of attachment is still the same...

...

At night, the starry sky shines brightly.

Li Chen has admired many starry skies, but he doesn't know if they are the same starry sky.

But the stars in the sky are so charming, blooming and shining.

"Mo Wei, how do you feel?" Li Chen changed into a suitable position and lay on the chair.

"How does it feel? Being a sect leader?" Mo Wei pretended to be dumbfounded and seemed confused.

But when he saw Li Chen's peripheral vision, he immediately reacted, laughed loudly, and said:

"The feeling of innate realm is great. Can I reach it within five years with my talent and system?

After all, the situation in this land is getting more and more dangerous. By the way, do you understand those portal studies? "

Li Chen shook his head and analyzed it for several years. In the end, he could not draw any correct conclusion. It felt like the rumored portal to hell.

What is there to say?

Hell is empty? The devil is in the world?

If this is correct, it seems that those monsters will probably be collectively called demons in people's eyes.

Because they are all inhuman things.

Some are even in a soul state or a proton state, which have no entity at all and cannot be touched.

Although it cannot be touched, it does not mean it is invincible.

Mr. Li said that as long as I turn on the "constant temperature understanding".

A very large area spread out, and the black flames burned in the void.

You can refine those things, and after they are burned, some unknown spherical objects will drop.

The same goes for being killed by others.

From this point of view, this so-called portal is like an upgraded copy of monsters, and the monsters seem to be endless.

All in all, this portal is fascinating.

Needless to say, just five years, three years, okay.

As the saying goes, three years are in Hedong and three years are in Hexi.

"Oh, really... That portal is really mysterious. Even you can't study it thoroughly. Then who else in the world can analyze it." Mo Wei looked slightly disappointed.

Because the system shows that the origin of this portal is definitely not simple, how come it is not simple but I don’t know.

Li Chen guessed that maybe this portal was reserved for a certain protagonist.

And he is not the destined protagonist of this world, so how can He Dehe take on the important responsibility.

Li Chen glanced at his sad expression. Indeed, this mysterious and ancient land seemed to be beginning to revive.

Looking to the future, Renrenrulong has some hope.

In the future, either we will see a craze for cultivation among the people, or we will see a world like hell.

All this depends on your own creation.

Mountains will fall if you rely on them, and you will run if you rely on people.

It is up to them alone to determine what creation will be like.

Such an elusive thing as fate must be firmly grasped in the palm of your hand.

Li Chen said calmly:

"Mo Wei, for you, with the blessing of plug-ins, and the so-called portal dropping cultivation resources, like spiritual stones for cultivating immortals, or other energy-containing items, three years is enough. As long as there are no surprises in the middle..."

Mo Wei was speechless by the little flag he set up. Could you please stop speaking so harshly?

Not surprisingly?

But what you said meant that something was going to happen.

Mo Wei replied domineeringly: "It doesn't matter, I'm invincible anyway, they can do whatever they want."

Li Chen glanced at him, took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"Invincible? This is such an exciting word. Don't set a flag for yourself."

"Really? Am I not invincible now? Of course I exclude you. Is there something wrong with this sentence?" Mo Wei retorted unconvinced.

Li Chen was too lazy to argue with him. He looked like an uncle who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, but he could act out of anger. Please save me some trouble, don't... old man!

Seeing his calm face, Mo Wei suddenly laughed "hahaha" and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, don't worry, I was joking just now. I cherish my life more than anyone else. Returning from a gray-haired old man to middle age is a very fascinating feeling."

"It's up to you..." Li Chen looked at the night sky with his profound eyes.

It’s so free right now…

You're in a different world, out of touch, and don't know what's going on with your other group friends?

Eh? ?

What's going on with me? I'm obviously a group of friends connected through a chat group, but I unexpectedly care about them.

Alas, I don't know where the feeling comes from...maybe it's a throbbing feeling.

Goldfinger, Goldfinger, I hope my lost memories can be restored in the future.

Li Chen has a 99% probability that the system has manipulated the memory, but I don't know it.

If you rashly question Goldfinger now, he probably won't answer, or choose to change the topic, or use other methods to attract attention.

The two of them were lying on the rocking chairs...

The evening breeze blows, swaying...

Let's close our eyes peacefully together and enjoy this moment of peace. I don't know how long this quiet atmosphere can last.

...

In a city in this mysterious ancient land, high-rise buildings shine with their own neon colors.

Colorful lights shine in the night sky.

Corresponding to the bright surface, there is a dark side.

In the slums on the outskirts of the city, tin houses are erected haphazardly on vacant lots, with rotten wooden doors.

Dirty, smelly, numb and rotten...

They are all synonymous with this place, and most of the people living here have magical stories.

But these magical stories don’t want others to know.

And among this group of people dressed in rags, there is always someone who stands out from the crowd.

Most of these people are half-baked magicians.

Usually, with some talent and inferior CAD, if you can't compete outside, you can become the king here.

As the saying goes, if there are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys will jump out and become kings.

They always like to put others down, but those people in rags have no power to resist such a phenomenon.

This is no longer a simple matter.

It's not that the people above don't take action, because no matter what they do, just expressing their stance has no effect.

Unless all defective CADs are recycled and destroyed, then they may not be so arrogant.

Those half-baked magicians wandering around in the neon city, on the surface and in the dark side, of course have the support of an unknown network of relationships behind them.

I couldn't get any cakes outside, so I went home disappointed. Later I discovered that the cakes in the slums seemed to be pretty good too.

This situation of oppression suddenly started to improve from one day to the next.

Especially in recent years, the situation of half-baked magicians seems to be a little bad.

Just because all the people behind me have gone outside...

So the half-hearted magician had no choice but to restrain himself, and the slum seemed to fall into a quiet and weird atmosphere, which made everyone feel comfortable.

But there will be a few thorns among them. No one is afraid of heaven and earth, and they will still go their own way.

Pitou also likes to bully shorter people. After all, persimmons have to be picked on the weak...