Technician’s Manual

Dark red trench coat.

Dark face mask.

Faint face.

There is no doubt that this is the appearance of Ash Heath. However, his life experience for more than 60 years has kept Panji warned, and even his Shu Ling was trembling with fear in his soul. Important Shu Ling such as Bing Xin, Bone, and Typhoid were even more mad and beat others. Shu Ling.

At this critical juncture, Panji suddenly understood why Hleifes and Roger died so easily—they didn't have any resistance at all!

Shuling rioted!

The only magical spirits that Panji could activate now were the original magical spirits that he independently summoned, and the other magical spirits acquired from the virtual realm and purchased from the reality were all out of control. Those are just shivering and refusing to go to work. The problem is that some Shulings who didn't have enough time for the royal ambassador directly defected and beat the original Shuling of Panji-you know that Panji is a 60-year-old man, Shu Ling. The system has been seldom updated, and those rebellious magic spirits have been in charge for three years in the shortest time!

Young people like Hleifes and Roger, who are still on the rise, have small renewal of their magic spirits almost every year, three years of major renewal, and the ratio of native magic spirits to foreign magic spirits may be 1:10 or even higher. . Once Shu Ling riots, their native Shu Ling may even be flexibly beaten to death by foreign magic!

The original Shu Ling was killed, and all the foreign Shu Ling rioted. They had no Shu Ling to use. Unless they were weak and weak magicians, they were no different from ordinary people!

Unless the magician only uses the original magical spirit to avoid the magical riot, but the problem is impossible-the silver magician may have a higher proportion of the original magical spirit during the basic stage, but when it comes to the golden magician stage, in order to build a battle For the system or production system, the magician will inevitably build the system based on one or two primary magic spirits. The two are like small family workshops and factories. The latter has more management risks, but the increase in productivity is enough to overwhelm the risks.

Moreover, in the fifty years of becoming a magician, Panji was the first time he had encountered Shuling Riot. He hadn't even heard of it before. However, as expected, there is no possibility of surviving any magician who encounters a riot in the magic spirit.

Is it Shuling, miracle, or...?

Am i going to die?

Panji found that he was unexpectedly calm, but when he raised his head, he neither saw ‘Axiu’ nor the mirror.

He saw rainy night.

The heavy and outdated truck parked outside the nostalgic cafe, and the air was filled with the smell of tar from the tires and the asphalt violently rubbing the brakes. The woman in the purple trench coat was lying on the ground, her lower body being drawn into the tires.

Panji's mind was blank for an instant, the screams of the car lights, the howls of passersby, the screams of raindrops hitting the road, and the bones of the road, everything was shielded by his eardrums, and the world was silent and silent. He squatted next to the woman and opened the blue umbrella, but the raindrops still fell on the woman's face.

"It's useless to use an umbrella when it rains too much." The woman still laughed at this time: "Don't cry, Little Panji, although you look good when you cry, it's worthy of...cough cough...the number one."

"The medical doctor will come soon," Panji's voice choked, his vision was blurred, the pain spread from the limbs to the heart, the mature and steady housekeeper suddenly disappeared, leaving only a weak young man: "And you are not a surgeon. A miracle, use a miracle! You said that after the knitting ceremony is over, we are a family, you lie, you lie! You obviously bet on the name of Dulan!"

"The so-called gambling on the name of Dulan means that I will lie to you to keep my promise." The woman smiled and said: "Panji, you are already my family, so I want to ask you one thing..."

"No! Don't do it! Don't!"

"Lex is only three years old, and I have no other relatives, so I can only ask you to take care of him. That kid likes to stick to you, I'm afraid he will not treat you as a future wife..."

"Why should I help you with your baby? You bring your own! When you die, I will take him to feed the dog immediately!"

"That doesn't matter, Duolan should have been extinct long ago, and I don't know why it can continue to this day." The woman's voice became lighter and softer: "Sorry, Panji, I actually... really want to give you a home..."

"At least...I don't want you...to get caught in the rain alone..."

The air is dead, Yeyu is dead, and the boy's **** is also dead.

...

When the rain stopped, Panji raised his head and found himself in the suburbs of Azura. At this time, Azura has not yet built a second-tier city, and the suburbs are desperately needed for development. The young man in front of him put on a purple helmet and rode on a motorcycle, and said: "Just send it here."

"What are you going to do?" Panji asked: "Why can't you tell me?"

"You don't understand the old man during the rebellious period."

"Is it too late for you to be in your twenties?" Panji sighed: "Now that your wings are hard, you call me old guy. How cute you were when you were young, and you followed my **** every day. I can see you when I look back, then you call me—"

"That was all ten years ago!" The young man said anxiously, "Can you look to the future like a young man? Don't keep holding on to the past!"

Rumbled, thunder came in the distance, the sky was overcast, and Panji said: "It's going to rain, it's better—"

"Then I have to hurry up on the road." The young man said: "By the way, I have something to ask you."

"Ok?"

"Don't take care of An Nan, she will have a good time with Fanmu La. I have credited your account, and some of the Gospel points have been transferred to you. Old fellow, you are not young, find a place to start a family by yourself. Okay, or you can publish your novels. Although they have no literary value, they should be very popular unexpectedly..."

"Wait." The pan halberd pressed his shoulders and held the blunderbuss directly at his waist: "What are you going to do? Go back, or I will freeze you and take you back."

"I bet you don't have gunshots in your guns."

Panji was startled, and immediately felt that the weight of the gun was wrong. At this time, the rain was pouring, and the voice of the young man came from the sound of raindrops: "You shouldn't lend me gunshots since you were young. It's so easy to remove your gunshots."

"Lex, even if you don't care about yourself, you have to care about An Nan—"

"I went there just for An Nan. If I don't do this, An Nan will have to go down this road sooner or later. Betting on the name of Dulan, I will end our family's destiny."

"What about me? Lex, what about me!?" Panji firmly grasped his shoulders, his voice begging: "How many times do you want to hurt me!? I have lost Winna..."

"So I can write to everyone else, but you, I have to tell you personally." The young man said, "I'm sorry, mother."

"Don't look back anymore, I'm not here anymore."

In the bright afternoon many days later, he finally found out the news of Lex’s death in Nabistine. The cause of death was a traffic accident.

The sun is dead, the tears are dead, and the middle-aged **** is dead.

...

When Panji was about to drown in the dream of the six-stripe family, a little girl found him nervously: "Uncle Panji, I have found a way to escape from Van Mula!"

"Miss, Sennheiser is a safe place, you don't have to leave."

"No, I am a descendant of the Dulan race, and I must restore the glory of my ancestor Denzel!"

"Miss, your surname is Sennheiser now."

"That's why I want to leave. Van Mula will only cultivate waste. I want to leave here to see the outside world!" The little girl said seriously: "And Qinna always bullies me, betting on the name of Dulan, I must revenge in the future. !"

Panji couldn't help laughing, but he looked at An Nan as if he had returned to his youth, his middle age.

How could he refuse Duo Lan's invitation?

...

"Although I don't know why, we are all cursed by the gospel." An Nan said: "Perhaps because of this connection, I can log in to the ancestors' accounts and read the future of the gospel with the Queen's permission. I also log in with many accounts. I saw that I would end at the age of 28... I don’t know what future the gospel has prepared for me."

"So it's like this..." Panji murmured.

"So I must get the wish of the Lord to completely cut the chain of blood. Just like grandma helped you get the first place in the knitting ceremony, I also need to find other foreigners to deceive the knitting ceremony, preferably before the knitting ceremony. Find them in a few days so that their resumes are clean enough..."

"Huh? This client is actually the Four Pillars Cult. UU reading www.uukanshu.com are also looking for people from other places? Cloris asked me a few days ago if I have information about the Four Pillars Cult...Four Pillars Cult, Red hat, foreigner... I suddenly had a wonderful idea."

"Panji, are you ready to accompany me in a big fight?"

"Of course." Panji looked at the patter of rain outside the window: "Until I melted in this rain."

...

Panji opened his eyes and found himself in a strange palace. In front of him, An Nan fell in a pool of blood, and the purple moth was stained with bright red.

He raised his head and saw the queen behind the curtain in the distance, the air in the memory, the rain at night, the sun, and the tears, as if all came back.

He fully understood.

"I am a piece of ice, and my love for Dulan is frozen in it."

"The last journey, how can I be willing to let her finish it alone?"

"I am indeed No. 2 in the "Assassination List". Panji took out the Bing Gu Shuanggun: "This is my future."

When he rushed forward, behind the curtain also rushed out the man in the dark red windbreaker. He held the long sword and reversed all the blunderbuss, and then the long sword condensed the cone of ice and pierced straight, and the pan halberd immediately recalled his own death-

Those who assassinate the queen will be penetrated by the coldest ice cone!

"dad!"

When Lisi's crisp voice sounded outside, "A Xiu" took a deep look at Panji, and then all the future disappeared.

Ah Xiu walked into the room with Lisy with the takeaway bag in both hands, "It's time to eat!"

The faucet was still flowing, and there was no man in the dark red windbreaker in the mirror. Only A Xiu and Liz walked through the door. Liz followed A Xiu like a little stalker, just like an illusion of pancake.