The absolute gem of a certain comic series

Suddenly, a violent storm of thoughts arose in my mind.

Li Chen seemed to be touched by something. Dual personality?

Will this happen to me?

Seems unlikely, right?

Normally, I just rely on my strength and use some clever tricks to live happily in the world.

In the past, I did not rely on strong strength to force others, but convinced others with reason.

This kind of personality means that at best, you can hide something and don't want to show off your skills in front of strangers to show how awesome you are.

Because so what if others know, and so what if they don’t?

Strength doesn't seem to have much to do with this matter.

After being exposed, it will cause trouble all over. There will always be people who are eager for strength and buzz around like flies.

For a while, I was really annoyed...

...

In the other side of the "polar reversal" in the mind.

There is a quiet little spiritual being who lies daydreaming in a bed of spirits.

As if dreaming a spring and autumn dream.

At the same time, we are also waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a reversal.

Most of the familiar memories from before are constantly surging inside.

What is revealed to the outside is just a brief account of life, and the level of cognition is limited to simple interpersonal relationships, living conditions, and names.

This part of memory seems to be projected through some kind of link, breaking through the limitations of inversion, and is understood and expressed in the outside world.

...

under the night sky.

Li Chen scratched his hair, forgetting the memory loss, why he always felt like something crucial was missing.

what is it?

Mo Wei observed quietly and remained silent. The boss's reaction seemed a bit dazed, so it was better not to disturb him.

Silently adjusting the speed, after the energy inside the body was digested a little, he tried not to make any noise, got up from the rocking chair and left quietly.

Li Chen couldn't figure it out and simply stopped thinking about it.

Just because I believe that in the future that part of the memory will be like clearing away the clouds and seeing the true story.

Let me take a closer look, what kind of existence is playing this vulgar and evil way?

Losing memory... is such a sad thing...

Tsk!

Li Chen said the routine was disgusting.

For example, I am so powerful. I don’t believe that one day in the future I will fall on the bed and have someone else take care of me. This is another ridiculous thing.

Is a cold something ordinary people like me can get?

It's impossible no matter how you think about it...

Only that fanboy would think, what a scumbag...

Li Chen felt that the world was so contradictory because he was playing this game called routine again.

Act as the boss behind the scenes and be trained by the sect.

The sect is facing the enemy and has no choice but to take action to shock the world.

Enemies come from the sky, and we must fight against them with our own strength...

And then fell into the situation of infinite matryoshka dolls...

Li Chen...well...it turns out that he is also a disgusting person...

...

Tonight is destined to be an uneventful night.

The sky-reaching beam of light shone across the entire night sky, and almost everyone in the same hemisphere saw it.

Although it is very thin, I can feel a tremor originating from my soul, feeling afraid of that light.

The outside world began to talk about it.

The swarming sharks seemed to smell the strong smell of blood.

Foreign countries issued orders very quickly, sending spies to the destination of the attack, and then using various methods to sneak in to investigate.

...

Forest clearing.

Not long after the convoy left, several uninvited guests came to this place.

An old man stood by the pit without saying a word for a long time, then looked up at the bright starry sky. What on earth was that?

A middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face squatted on the ground, picked up a handful of clay, put it on his fingers and crushed it a few times. The soil became a little stiff, and the attack must be scorching hot.

"Old man, is there such a powerful magician in the world?" The middle-aged man frowned and subconsciously asked this question.

"I don't know, there are too many people hiding in the dark, just like those magicians with dual nationalities. Once they go abroad, it is equivalent to defecting. They can never set foot in this land again, because once discovered, they will be killed. "

The old man's voice was as calm as water, and he seemed to be very disdainful of those people. This recovery not only represented danger, but also represented the arrival of a new era.

The era of magicians may be ended, just like science was outlawed by magicians in the past, the next era...

The old man's eyes skipped across the layers of the night sky, and across the long distance of night, he accurately focused on Tianwu Pavilion, which was far away in a remote location.

The next era is likely to be ruled by this so-called martial arts, and this land will also usher in its most glorious moment.

The level of prosperity far exceeds all previous dynasties, the brilliance of martial arts will break through the starry sky, and the future will surely usher in the era of the universe.

What is danger? What is opportunity?

This is a test of strength. If the strength is strong enough, all crises will be solved, the situation will be reversed, and crises will be turned into opportunities.

The middle-aged man threw away the hardened soil casually and said with a smile:

"It seems your granddaughter is here too. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Fortunately, an unknown existence temporarily expelled the portal, otherwise it would have been a disaster."

"Well, go back and teach her a lesson. It doesn't make people worry about it day by day. She wants others to prove how capable she is without using this method. That kind of fragile heart is a bit ridiculous."

The old man is a little angry. His granddaughter's life hangs on a thread. What do those people do for food? !

He couldn't even stand such a simple character. It seemed that he was rotten and needed to be replenished with a new batch of blood.

"How did that matter go?" the old man asked casually.

The middle-aged man said calmly:

"He has already made it clear that he can send people over at any time for further study, but this will also mean that they are freed from their shackles. I don't know if they will still have this dedicated spirit in the future."

The old man waved his hand, his tone seemed to be relieved.

"Let them go, maybe freedom is better. Everyone desires freedom, but not everyone has the opportunity to touch freedom. After all, they can't help themselves.

And since they have an opportunity, let's give it a try. After all, we are probably crazy to place all our hopes on martial arts. "

The old man understands, and the middle-aged man also understands, if the news brought by that person is true.

Let's not talk about the young man, just the sudden appearance of Mr. Mo has made people numb.

Not only does he get younger as he lives, he is also extremely powerful.

Just because you can directly enter the portal, you will press those monsters on the ground and rub them at will.

Whether it's a possessed monster or a monster that controls the spirit.

Or a monster who has studied extremely deeply in a certain field, or a monster who has mastered the slightest rules of killing.

But under the blessing of that blood-black ring.

Those monsters are all crumbling dogs, and they will be pushed across this world by Mo Wei's overwhelming momentum.

After all, magicians are far from being able to do this. Whether in terms of attack power or endurance, they are far inferior to martial arts.

The old man recalled that a long, long time ago, he did not know where he heard the saying that great power belongs to oneself, and his memory has faded.

Now I understand a little bit, martial arts is really not the kind that can be compared to magicians who rely on CAD.

Not even able to keep pace...