Doomsday cultivation [rebirth]

Saying it or not is one thing, how to say it is another.

Song Yiran knew very well that this was the earth, not the Great Three Thousand Cultivation Realm.If an ordinary person walks on the street, an old beggar comes up to Amway and says, "Young man, I see that you have exquisite bones, and you are a unique martial arts genius. It is up to you to maintain world peace. I have a secret book—" "God's Palm of the Tathagata", seeing that it is destined for you, I will sell it to you for ten yuan!"

How would most people react?

Zhou Xingchi's "Kung Fu" has already told us the answer: 90% of people just laugh it off and go back to check if it is April Fool's Day, and the remaining 9.99% will tell you mischievously. Acupuncture cures brain problems.

But he still felt that if Zhong Yue was like the remaining 0.01% star boy, he would definitely believe it.

"This should be the unicorn claw, invincible and powerful."

With a "click", Zhong Yue squeezed the boulder with his bare hands again, and then smiled with big white teeth: "I... I said that the unicorn can't just disappear like this. The unicorn claw is still such a high-end and elegant new skill." .”

Qin Kai looked at the Song family with different expressions on the opposite side, regretting again why he didn't bring medicine this time, he really missed the era when an anesthetic injection knocked Zhong Yue down.

With such a 2B subordinate, it's really, really, good, embarrassing, embarrassing.

"How can this be retracted? With such great strength, our motorcycles can't carry it."

Song Yiran doesn't know either, but according to his previous practice experience, this kind of method should be easy to master: "Using consciousness to control, it can probably be taken back."

"Such a beautiful claw, what are you doing with it?"

It wasn't just Qin Kai who was covering his face, but also the three members of the Song family: What kind of aesthetics does he have!Especially Song Ci, she deeply felt sorry for the child.How on earth was he treated perverted when he was a child, so that he could be distorted into the character he is today.

Poor child, auntie will introduce you to a psychologist.

Song Yiran somewhat understood that the Dasanqian Cultivation Realm was independent of Demon Cultivators and Immortal Cultivators, and there were powerful existences such as Demon Cultivators.As non-human beings, they are more inclined to their own aesthetics.For example, the peacock family likes to drag a long tail with feathers, while the mountain eagle family hangs a sharp eagle beak on their faces as a nose all the year round.

The Qilin family was strong and prosperous in the ancient times, although it has long been annihilated in the ancient times, only a few words of legends remain.But what is certain is that the aesthetics of Kirin is definitely different from that of immortals.It is said that Qilin is covered with scales all over its body, but as far as Zhong Yue is concerned, it seems that it has been replaced by tattoos.

"The helicopter has flown away, we should go."

Song Yiran didn't say any more, and before turning around, he glanced at Qilin Claw intentionally or unintentionally.Zhong Yue trembled, Xiao Ran didn't like him like this now, if he couldn't, he had to take it back.

Controlling consciousness, the scales disappeared a little bit.Controlling and controlling again, all the scales finally disappeared, revealing... smooth and tender hands like a baby.

"Is this the burn gone, or the scar from the burn?"

It was true that the place was too white, and it did not match his original bronze skin.At first glance, it does look like a scar left after a burn has healed.

But on this tundra where birds don't shit, no one answers his question.

Oh no, there is one more person.Feeling ashamed today, Qin Kai consciously stepped forward and patted his white and tender hands: "That's not the point, they're all equally ugly anyway."

Leaving aside the sarcastic remarks, he turned and stepped onto the motorcycle.The tundra is in a state of extreme daylight in summer, but the temperature is low enough.He is not an outdoor extreme sports enthusiast like Zhong Yue, he wants to leave early, return to human civilization, and live the life of a luxury car jacuzzi in a villa.

Although he doesn't know how long this kind of life can last, the changes brought about by Apophis are obvious. Whether the new virus can be controlled is not certain, and going back earlier can make preparations earlier.

"He must be jealous that I'm more handsome than him."

Touching his own face, Zhong Yue started the motorcycle and continued to follow Song Yiran.

Every time the organization goes on a mission, he has to act as a forward. As a thug, the most important thing is not how good martial arts is or how accurate the marksmanship is. Of course, he feels that he is impeccable in these two points, but the ability to escape must be top-notch.

In the high-tech era, if you want to be good at escaping, you must be good at all means of transportation.Motorcycles are really a piece of cake for him, he dared to drive up to [-] miles with his eyes closed.Although the tundra road is slippery, he can still spare enough time to enjoy the scenery.And the most beautiful scenery in his eyes is Xiaoran.

"I'm not good at driving, please stay away from me."

Song Yiran drove away coldly, and Zhong Yue automatically translated: Xiaoran was worried that she would hit me after falling, how touched she cared about me so much.If you reciprocate, I also have to escort him.

"It's okay, I won't dodge. If you just fell down, it must be very hard. I can catch you."

"Thanks, but I'm not used to riding with people around me."

"I'm so small, I won't block your sight."

Are you little?Song Yiran took a look at his muscular figure, even with the Medusa wig off, his head was bigger than him, his neck was thicker than him, and his arms and legs were longer than him.Such a big and big one is ashamed to imitate girls and say that he is very small.

"Is your primary school Chinese taught by the physical education teacher? I mean, keep you away from me!"

Xiaoran has already started to care about my education?It's okay, even if he greets my ancestors for eighteen generations, I will tell them all. Of course, the premise is that I have to know the eighteen generations of my ancestors.

"I was adopted for a while when I was young, you know. Although the man didn't send me to elementary school, he hired an American to teach me Chinese."

"International students?"

"No, it's just the kind of American we met just now. That person admires the mysterious Chinese culture and comes here for tourism. He speaks English fluently. I also study hard. In less than half a year, the teacher has to ask me for advice."

"alright, you win."

Song Yiran decided to unilaterally suspend this dialogue.Different races, how to communicate?It's a chicken-and-duck talk.

But Zhong Yue opened up the conversation: "However, that American teacher likes post-modern art very much, he taught me body painting, he praised me as a very spiritual student, and my ability to understand art even surpassed that of Van Gogh and Picasso. "

"Art is still a child, please let it go."

With Zhong Yue’s expression, I knew you didn’t like art, so he changed the subject decisively: “Later, the American teacher was fired, and that person hired another Nehong Chinese to teach me English.”

"Ha ha."

"In the end, he was reliable. The new tutor is said to be No.1 in the college entrance examination of the North Sports University. He showed me his report card, and his math scores surpassed all previous boxing champions. Bailey, you know, the gold medal boxing champion , That's amazing, his college entrance examination score is even higher than Bailey's."

"Bailey will take the college entrance examination?"

"That's not the point, I'm too smart, I surpassed him in less than two months, and then he started teaching me boxing."

"Are the Neon people proficient in guns and assassination?"

"How do you know? Sure enough, you are the one who knows me best. The person who adopted me said that I need to strengthen my psychological education, and the Japanese show me abuse-killing movies every day, saying that it is to sharpen my mental will. Until Later, when I met Xiao Yinglian, I realized that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

how do i knowBecause I have heard it with my own ears in my previous life!

Song Yiran sneered, at first he listened to it as a joke, but in the end he had to admit that Zhong Yue did have a skill.It seems that the luck of the shit is right, but how much can a six or seven-year-old child have.

If it is someone else, they must learn American-style tongue-rolling Chinese, neon-style tablet English and "1+1=3" mathematics.And not only was he not taught crookedly, but he unknowingly flattened everyone and stole their unique skills.

"The camp is here."

Qin Kai, the team leader in front, shouted with relief.Although the Alaskan tundra is a no-man's land, it attracts many explorers.At intervals, there are supply stations run by specially-assigned personnel.

Or a pile of tents, or a log cabin, although the shapes are different, but the functions are the same.

"Zhong Yue."

"Well, I'm here."

Zhong Yue was immersed in his beautiful voice, different from usual, Xiao Ran's current voice was almost flattened, with a hint of coldness in his low voice.The two words were like a whip whipped between his legs, making him shiver with ease.

"Who taught you to be a man?"

Chinese, mathematics, and English are not good, it is all right, many people who are not good at learning are still winners in life.But who is it that made him in his previous life so ruthless that he could attack the powerless original owner.Even though the original owner had awakened the water ability, he still had no intention of hurting anyone.And the powerful repairing ability of the water system made him suffer from all kinds of tortures, but he never lost his vitality.

"what?"

Seeing his innocent appearance, Song Yiran, who had just awakened all his memories from the zombies, couldn't help feeling hostile in his heart.In peaceful times, he would abide by the laws and regulations, but the end of the world has come, and the order has begun to become chaotic.Make it clear about Qilin Claw, his previous two helpings are considered a write-off, and now it's time to take revenge.

Before he could figure out how to answer, Song Yiran condensed his vitality and pushed against the front axle of the motorcycle again.Then he turned the handlebar and quickly drifted to stop in place.

Leaving the area full of lichens, everyone couldn't help speeding up for half an hour.It only takes a moment for Yuan Qi to destroy the front axle. No matter how good Zhong Yue's technique is, it cannot replace the brake pads.

In desperation, he could only unicorn his right hand to block the back of his head, and flew out with the motorcycle.Falling into a nearby bush, the scorched skin stuck on the thorns, and when he struggled up, he had turned into a hedgehog.

Qin Kai turned around and ran over to check the motorcycle.The front axle was broken again, and again from a loose screw.Strange, he clearly checked everyone just now.Others are still strong, why only Zhong Yue's have frequent accidents?

"2B, what's going on?"

Zhong Yue had been looking at Song Yiran the entire time, and he naturally noticed the momentary change in his expression.

Although no proof could be found, his seventh sense, which had never failed, told him that this matter was absolutely inseparable from him.Could it be that Xiaoran knew that his burn needs to be torn, so he did this on purpose?

No, it is not.He is just used to being optimistic, not ignorant of human affairs.